The Silmarillion Oneshots

Of the Song Unheard (Celebrimbor x OC)

While my lord Mandos' halls are never considered to be a lively place, they are often the only halls that offer peace to even the most tormented souls of Arda.

I do not remember my origin as a Maia. It was indistinguishable exactly when Illuvatar made my being distinct from the rest of the song and handed me to lord Mandos. The song that had made all of my existence, raging with the will of Illuvatar it had blended with a physical form in the hands of my Vala.

I walked the halls to meet with my lord. The halls of Mandos that once housed solitary fea of Miriel Þerindë were now brimming with fëar of dead exiles. In all of the fëar gathered in the halls, the ones of the line of Finwe shined brightest.

Feanor's fea burned so glaringly that no one dared to go near it. Most descendants of Finwe had maintained their distance from the burning pillar known as Feanor. There was one, however, who was spared from Feanor's rage.

Much to everyone's shock Feanor had lamented for only one of his line. His fea had dimmed on the death of his grandson Celebrimbor who he had fondly reached out to by his epessë "Tyelpe" muttered softly.

The said grandson's fea had arrived to the halls in shambles. Celebrimbor was the king of Eregion tortured by fallen Maia who now quendi called Sauron. My lord Mandos had called me to his presence at the arrival of the last of Finwean.

"Join us Awahaira" my lord stood in his glorious black gowns while I sensed a broken song surrounding us. It took me a while to gather that what surrounded us was the fea of a firstborn.

"My lord..." never before had I witnessed such a faint essence. Next to us, the song tremored at every movement. "My Maia Awahaira, I request of you to aid this fea" gathering the meager imprint of essence Mandos formed a semblance of a small light.

I looked back uncertainly at my Vala "I am not sure my lord. The fea is too delicate. I do not excel in the arts of healing fea". Taking my hand Mandos handed me Celebrimbor who shivered at our contact "My dearest Maia while you might not be a healer of fëar, there is no one else in my halls I would entrust this task. Use your song of comfort and help this poor fea to the best you can. I have my faith in you" with this I had been dismissed from his halls.

This was how I ended up aiding Celebrimbor. While Maiar do not concern themselves with matters of time, it was clear that passing ages had done little to ease the strained fea in my care. We had made some progress but the firstborn refused to leave the halls as his grandmother had once done.

As I neared the gardens he often lingered I saw the faint outline of his appearance. With the patience of Ulmo's ocean, my patient had learned to hold on to some sort of form than just a ball of light.

"I greet you Celebrimbor. I hope you are enjoying the new blooms that lady Yavanna so graciously granted us" expecting no reply I continued to assess the quendi in front of me. While his song had gained some strength it lingered on a single note unable to move on from some deep sorrow.

It had troubled me immensely that Celebrimbor held on to something that only his essence had remembered. I tried to sense it from him but it seemed to me that he himself had lost sense of what he longed for.

"I have a surprise for you" the quendi wandering across me stopped and turned to stare at me. His fea blinked due to the uncertainty of my words. Over the ages of getting to heal and know Celebrimbor, we had formed a friendship in the solemn halls of death and rebirth.

I prayed to Illuvatar that whatever he had guided me to would not harm my friend. It had been a vision that struck in the midst of passing time. It felt so familiar as if fitting a missing puzzle piece. Then it struck me that the vision sang to the tune that Celebrimbor's essence mimicked at times.

"Trust me nilmo" I patiently put my hands forward guiding the unstable fea to rest on a bench. Unable to voice his fear Celebrimbor looked at me with an anxious expression. Unlike the rest of the fiery Finweans who blazed with passion, my friend was like the gentlest of light.

His gentle disposition had made me want to do everything to redeem him, who had risked his family for the sake of doing the right thing. Turning the song around us to a comforting tune I gazed back at my friend.

"The other day while I was lost in a song I had this vision and I want to share it with you" Celebrimbor wavered but listened carefully, "I think that you must see this. If there is any discomfort to your fea I will pull away immediately. Do you trust me nilmo?" in my mind I knew if he refused I would back down without a question but some divine intervention edged me to do this. It was as if the song in my vision struggled to break free and settle in the fea before me.

Celebrimbor's fea flickered hesitantly before settling back on its usual frequency. I gathered this was his agreement. I couldn't help but feel immense joy. Some of my emotions leaked in my song and the quendi next to me sensed it right away.

"Okay, now close your eyes nilmo, and let me guide you to what I saw" while we had often meditated to center his fea this time it felt different.

As we closed our eyes I felt Celebrimbor's presence next to me in my mind. He stood next to me as I focused to pull the song from my vision. The dark emptiness gave away to a soft melody as the light snuck into my mind space.

Sensing the stability of fea next to me I brought in more of the song. As we started to form more of the song a different world engulfed us.

Much to my amazement despite the change, Celebrimbor stood firm. I witnessed the once resilient king of Eregion who had endured brutal torture.

The background changed into soft green grass that sang in tune with the wind that caressed it. Anar's rays settled down into mild colors. The world around us fits perfectly into Celebrimbor's yearning.

My friend, however, stood motionless his form more solid than ever. He stared ahead at the moving figures as his mouth opened to something that went unheard even to me.

"Come on Goldilocks!" a second-born woman stood hunched as a golden hound rushed to her carrying something in its mouth.

The hound came running to the woman who wore strange clothing, likes of which our halls had never seen. Her laughter rang loud as she caressed her companion who now had forced itself on her lap for more pets.

"Melda" I jolted as my friend whose voice was yet to hear said. It was a deep voice that carried the echo of caves. Celebrimbor moved as he tried to reach for the mortal who sat talking to her hound.

The song changed to that of tears, of loss, and regret. As the black surrounded us again I opened my eyes to a sobbing quendi who clutched the chest of his unbodied fea.

Glossary
Awahaira -Remote/Far
Nilmo- friend (masculine)
Melda - beloved