1st Song [video]

[fertilefeet]

[Coming back from Arima, Lúthien has barely left the gardens. It safe and comfortable there. Still, she knows she isn't the only one that's been left disturbed by what Morgoth and Mairon had done, whether they had been given nightmares in the shuttle or their treatment on Arima.

When her communicator begins recording, she remains silent at first. As though she's second-guessing herself or thinking about how to begin. And then she straightens and speaks.]

I know that many of us are still upset [an understatement, she knows] about what has happened. To us and to others at the hands of Morgoth and Mairon. And I know that sleep may be difficult to come by for a time or even avoided.

[She can't help the latter of the two but the first?] I have a gift, one that I can use to put to sleep those who cannot sleep themselves. I would offer this service to any who wish it.

Comments

[nightblogs]

Putting people to sleep? That's what they say about killing animals when they're too sick or whatever.

[fertilefeet]

[WHAT]

Excuse me? Sleep is rest and only good can come of that when there are those that cannot do so. What place could you come from where sleep would mean the same as death?

[nightblogs]

Uh. Earth? Like the majority of the people in this ship, I think.

[fertilefeet]

And your 'Earth' thinks sleep the same as death?

[nightblogs]

When you say it like that, yeah.

[fertilefeet]

I am not sure that I care for it.

[nightblogs]

Just sayin', man, don't blame me if you don't get any clientele.

[fertilefeet]

[Sometimes, she's really glad that her father doesn't allow the Secondborn to enter Doriath. And that he isn't here because there's a chance that Thingol would be more offended than she is.]

I am not a man. And if others mistake the offer of sleep for a promise of death, perhaps they need it not. Not from me.

[nightblogs]

Right, right, just bein' friendly and letting you know. Don't go all mean girls on me.

[fertilefeet]

Mean girls? [HMPH] I have the right to be upset when my gifts are mistaken so.

[nightblogs]

They'd be more mistaken if I hadn't said anything, right?

[wrong hyperion wrong]

[fertilefeet]

[so wrong]

I am not so sure.

[nightblogs]

Maybe 'cause it didn't happen yet.

[fertilefeet]

I have little confidence that it will.

[nightblogs]

'Kay.

So how come you got that power?

[fertilefeet]

I am the daughter of a Maia, I was born with it as well as other gifts.

[nightblogs]

Oh.

[...]

What's a Maia.

[fertilefeet]

The Maiar-

[How do explain?]

They were, in part, responsible for the shaping of our world. My mother, Melian, is one of them.

[nightblogs]

What - like gods or something?

[fertilefeet]

[Pause. And then a confused:] Gods?

[nightblogs]

Yeah. All powerful beings.

[fertilefeet]

I would not call my mother all powerful. She is not so powerful as the Valar. And they are not so powerful as Iluvatar.

[nightblogs]

Well, that can depend. Some gods are more powerful than others, so, that could happen.

[fertilefeet]

I suppose?

[Your 'gods' confuse her. There's just Ilvatar, the Valar and the Maia in her mind. To call them all by one term just doesn't seem to explain them.]

[nightblogs]

This different world shit is confusing.