Song of Blood, Song of Change, Song of Home

Fen-Ril I

AN: More Info dumping and translations are at the End.

Freedom, I had forgotten how good it tasted.

How the wind would fly through my braids and how I would laugh about it. I had missed that feeling.

I was lucky, in Utupnu that is, I got spared, the horrors that my mother, my twin and some of my other new siblings went through.

But now, there is so much new. Juana, Línnea and Lasair. Tol's fourtuplet sisters, when she had still been Camílle. And Winter and Noa of course.

How could I forget those two little rascals.

But every time I look at Noa, I remember the horrors Tol had already endured, Horrors I never really knew about, till not too long ago. I understand she had wanted to spare me in our younger years.

I still try to understand her. Tol, a seer of both past and future, often plagued by nightmares and visions. She is so quiet. As an elfling, it used to annoy me, that she would never be really there, stuck in her own world. Even while travelling on horseback, with the tribe, she would often stare into nothingness and I would always ask myself what she saw there. She'd often speak cryptically, she once said to Auntie Míriel that the blessed shores shall bring her nothing but sorrow and loss.

And Atar had looked so shocked he nearly fell from his horse. Tol would sing while weaving, songs in another language, everytime I asked he where they came from, she would answers, "From before, sister mine, from when the sun and moon would rise in harmony over the earth and the stars didn't shine so brightly because of foul things tainting the air.", Atar understood, at least a part of it.

I did not. And it vexed me severely, it was the cause of more than one quarrel between us. But we'd always reconcile. And now everything may have changed, but not really for the worst.

I adore Juana, Línnea and Lasair, together we balance out what we understand of the ways Tol-San behaves. Jua'ika, Lín'ika and Sair'ika understand the songs she sings and the contents of her words when she speaks of before.

I understand Tol when she is having Visions and speaking weird. It is a beautiful thing, to see this now so big aliit all together, celebrating the feast of awakening.

In normal circumstances, we would have travelled back to the waters of awakening for this event and had returned just when the first few big storms would begin to howl through the woods. But this time, we celebrate here, in Greenwood, with all the new additions of our clan.

"What are you thinking about so hard netthi?" says a voice, so similar to my own suddenly from behind me. Quiet-footed indeed Amal.

"Just about how peaceful it is. How wonderful, to celebrate with our whole new aliit. Where are these big, strong husbands of yours?"

"Still discussing everything. I am just here to get a headcount of my, Tawēlnī's, Kalitini's and Nārlotha's kids." Of course she is.

"Don't stop on my account ori'vod, I will not stop you. You know what? I'll help you even. With whose kids are we starting?", I asked.

"My own, I would say. I can see Sartāindē from here keeping Faelindo, Celephith, Falathrandir, Aralach, Glanen and Maerinnon in line."

Yes, that fits. Sartāindē her first born by Lungumā keeping some of her more troublesome little brothers in line. Somehow all the kids sired by Rōka have a very mischievous streak to them.

"Well, I see Nikalmā being followed by Lossenveril, Laerdugil, Saelhen, Minuialoth, Menelwael, Laegwen and Palanel on the way to the bonfires to get something to eat. Let's hope they don't eat to much sweets. And there are Lorneth, Gwaedal, Aeglas and Idharthril being entertained by the twins." I listed next.