𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ ⋆ ➵𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 -OIALË
↪︎ legolas thranduillion
❝Yet you offer trust so freely. What makes you think I will not turn this blade on you?❞
❝if you wanted to, you would have done so already.❞
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━Eliamäre daugther...
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━━act one 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ nepenthe PROLOGUE through the veil of night ⋆₊⊹˖ ࣪𖥔 THIRD AGE YEARS ━━100
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❝ A star shines upon the hour of our meeting❞
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A gentle breeze whispered through the towering trees of Imladris, their silver leaves catching the soft glow of the stars that hung above like silent sentinels.
The night held its breath, pregnant with an ancient and powerful anticipation, as if the entire realm was attuned to the sacred event unfolding.
Deep within the heart of this hidden elven haven, in a secluded room bathed in the gentle glow of enchanted lanterns, the birth of a child was imminent.
The room itself seemed alive with magic. The walls, carved from pale stone, glistened faintly, and the air shimmered with the essence of life and starlight. Delicate tapestries depicting the history of the Eldar hung in reverent silence, their threads woven with stardust, as if even they waited in awe. The very earth outside seemed to hum softly in time with the steady rhythm of Lady Celebriane's heartbeat. J On a grand bed intricately carved from the wood of ancient trees, Lady Celebriane lay, her long silver hair fanning out around her like liquid moonlight. Her face, usually serene and composed, was now touched with a rare vulnerability, her ethereal beauty softened by the exhaustion and strain of childbirth. Her gown, a flowing fabric of pale blue, seemed to ripple like water with every breath she took. But her eyes —those deep, ocean-blue eyes —were alight with something more profound than weariness.
They shone with an inner strength, an indomitable will, and an unwavering love for the life she was about to bring forth.
Beside her stood Lord Elrond, his brow furrowed in concentration but his touch infinitely tender. His long dark hair framed his angular face, and his keen, ancient eyes reflected both worry and deep affection as they lingered on his wife.
His robes of rich green and silver swept the floor, but in this moment, he was not a lord nor a leader of men and elves. He was simply a husband, and soon to be a father for the first time
"You are strong, Celebrian," Elrond whispered, his voice a steady anchor in the swirling magic of the room. His hand, warm and reassuring, gently clasped hers. "Our daughter will arrive soon."
Celebriane's lips curved into a soft smile, though her breath came in ragged gasps her voice filled with awe. "She is... so bright, Elrond. A light unlike any other, like the stars themselves have touched her soul."
The very air around them began to pulse with a radiant glow, a soft golden.It expanded, growing brighter with each passing moment, filling the room with an otherworldly warmth. The midwives, standing nearby in their white robes embroidered with elvish runes of healing and protection, exchanged glances of quiet wonder. They had never seen such a light before —it was as if the child being born carried with her the essence of the Valar themselves.
"Elen síla lùmenn omentielvo," one of the midwives murmured reverently, quoting the ancient blessing:A star shines upon the hour of our meeting. Their voices blended into a quiet hum as they repeated the words, grounding themselves in the momentousness of the birth.
Outside, the trees swayed gently as if singing their own silent lullaby, and the stars above twinkled brighter, aligning in subtle patterns that hadn't been seen in centuries. The whole of Imladris seemed to be holding its breath for this singular moment.
Then, with a final surge of brilliance, a newborn's cry pierced the stillness of the night. "She is here," one of the maiden whispered in reverence, her voice trembling with the weight of the moment. Carefully, she lifted the child, wrapped in a radiant blanket of silver light, and placed her into Celebrian's waiting arms.
The baby, was a vision of elven perfection. Her skin was soft and glowing, her tiny hands grasping at the air as if reaching for the stars themselves.whites curls crowned her head, shining like the first light of dawn after a long night. But it was her eyes that struck them the most—deep pools of sapphire blue that held an ancient wisdom far beyond her newborn form.
They sparkled with the light of the stars, as if they had gifted her a piece of their eternal flame. Celebriane looked down at her daughter, tears of joy slipping silently down her cheeks. "She is... beyond beautiful, Elrond," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "She is pure starlight." "Elia na lírë« oialë«," she whispered in Elvish, meaning, May she be a song eternal. Her voice trembled with the weight of her words, as if the future of her daughter was already bound in the stars.
Elrond's hand trembled as he reached out to touch the tiny forehead of his daughter, his heart swelling with love and pride. "She will be more than a light, Celebrian. She will be a beacon in the shadows, a guide for our people in the times of darkness that are yet to come." His voice, though quiet, was filled with the weight of prophecy, his eyes reflecting the heavy burden of foresight.
The room seemed to exhale in relief and joy, as if the very magic that had watched over the birth now celebrated the arrival of Eliarame. Outside, the stars shimmered even more brightly, their light dancing across the sky in patterns only the elves could fully comprehend. It was as though the heavens themselves were welcoming this child, this daughter of starlight and earth, into the world.
Celebriane kissed her daughter's forehead, her lips trembling with emotion. "Welcome, Eliaräme," she whispered, her voice filled with the quiet strength of a mother's love. "May you forever carry the light of the stars within you, and shine brightly in this world."
Elrond leaned down, his forehead gently touching Celebriane's. "She will be our hope," he murmured, his voice soft yet resolute. "Amin estel," he whispered in Quenya, I have hope. "And the hope of all who seek the light." This day the first born of the lady and the lord of Rivendell was born.
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