Song of Blood, Song of Change, Song of Home

Noa I

AN: The first look into Noa's perspective.

The Tribe of Oropher is what later the Calaquendi will call primitive elves. They have Tattoos, paint their faces and live of the land nearly all the time.

TW: Mentions of the drugging, sexual assault and attempted murder of a child and her giving birth, but its really not a lot, I'm gonna elaborate later on the whole circumstances of Noa's conception

So, let me get this straight. Her mother, the women who had birthed her through blood, sweat and tears at only sixteen after having been drugged to the gills and being gangraped, abused, mutilated and nearly killed by a hoard of men and still had managed to become a trauma surgeon while being a single mom, is now an immortal half-elf half-ainu and also has two husbands and a shit-ton of new kids and foresight to boot.

And she somehow still manages. If she hadn't known her mother is the most badass person to ever exist before she sure as hell would now.

She also just helps organise this whole tribe and this big-ass family.

Oh, and isn't it wonderful to have younger siblings to spoil? Well of course there are those who had already been nearly grown before Noa, Aechenel now, and her own portion of this family had been spawned here, but it is also just fun to have siblings in your own age group and lets just be real Sartāindē, the twins and Kodi, who is now called Hwiniolwen most of the time, are just amazing.

And so are Lungūmā and Rōka. She never had a father before, sure, she did have father-figures aplenty but it doesn't beat the feeling of unconditional love those two had been giving her without even a question. The feeling was amazing.

It was also just really nice to have such a big family. Not that her family hadn't been incredibly big before, but still, here there were, all of them in one place and no one would just fuck of, to god knows where.

No, they'd stay here for a few Winters at least, that's what her Auntie Lerphaywē had said, to let the children grow and for everyone to learn their skills and customs, so that they'd be able to traverse the continent once more as was their tradition.

This whole place may be dark, and will stay so, till the beginning of the first age, but it was so beautiful.

Everything was nearly untouched. Well of course there are the places her family stays during winter but still, everything was made well and sturdy, to last the seasons these elves weren't spending here but on horseback all over Middle-earth.

And isn't that a sad thought? Because Earth is dead and gone. No one would ever live there again because of the radiation. God, World War 3 had only spanned little more than a week but still managed to destroy everything. No, don't think about that now. Happier thoughts.

Isn't it an exciting thought, to be so free, vulnerable and in constant danger of attack yes, but still oh so free?

She had been taught how to ride by both her mother and her grandmother, because Grandma Laoise had inherited her mothers horse-stables in Sweden, including the adjoining farm-house, which meant that her mother and her sisters had grown up caring for and riding those horses, while they went to school and did two separate martial-arts.

But to their credit, all four of them had finished school quite early so after that had been out of the way, time management had become a lot easier, that's what Auntie Lín said anyways.

Her whole family truly is balancing on the edge of greatness and madness, come to think about it. Yes, she shamelessly stole that from ASoIaF, sue her. But even her mother looks a bit like them now. The Targaryens, that is. Silver hair with a golden streak and one deep purple eye. God is she beautiful.

That is her mother, who now sees more than there is to be seen with the physical eye, sees and knows things beyond the reach of us others and is still just a wonderful mother. As attentive as she can be considering the sheer number of children and adults demanding her attention and time.

And there is Auntie Fen, who, considering everything she does, is named very aptly by Amamas Leriel, because holy shit is she a free and wild spirit. That woman, no nīs is the correct term, right, is not to be contained. Seriously, she is worse than Lee Lee and she had already been bad at not being able to sit still, but Lerphaywē is on a whole other level. She also has some of the most interesting tattoos and face-paint of the whole tribe. I love the face-paint. It's really a you do you thing. It doesn't have any deeper meaning like the tattoos. It's just another thing to set the Oropherians apart from the other tribes of kwende.

But back to talking about Leevke and dancing, she loves the dances here and that she gets to teach some of the other kwendeballet. And Thea is always hot on her heels, with the Energy only eighteen year olds have. God, I sound like an old grandma. Which I am most certainly not. Doesn't matter what the kids say.

Jokes aside, I am just out of the teenage years by elven standards, so around the same age as Sartāindē, who graciously gave me the title of oldest. Graciously, yes, more like threw it and the responsibilities that come with it at me with demonic laughter.

Sartā may be one of my more mild mannered sisters, the younger ones can be walking nightmares alright, including the half-sisters that had turned up, who had sprang forth from her mother's donated eggs, but under that facade my dearest Sar'ika is a devious little shit as any, to the great amusement of the whole family.

I love it here. Yes Earth had been home as well, but it's gone now and this, this might very well become her new home.

AN: Regarding the face-paint, they use some kind of plant that produces a long lasting black paint, the darker skinned elves often lighten it a bit to get a better contrast. For all kind of Celebrations, they fill in the gaps of the lines on their faces with other and more colourful paint.

Names:

Aechenel (S)= sharp star

Hwiniolwen (S)= twirling maiden

Translations:

Amamas (PE)= Grandmother litr. Mother's mother (my own creation)

kwende (PE)= Elves litr. speaking ones