Post by ADANEDHEL on Jul 4, 2018 17:29:52 GMT -5
“Curiosity is acceptable, Ionneg,” she noted. “I have sorrow that you have thought as much. You know my aversion to gems… I simply… cannot bring myself to wear them. Your Adar wears his ring. I do not think he has ever removed it."
But not when it hurts someone I love. As for the ring, I should have known it was because of your aversion. Adan felt pretty foolish for asking and not even thinking about how his Naneth no longer cared for jewels. Would he be the same way if he ever were to marry? He wasn’t sure, but he knew the history of elven kin and their jewelry obsessions and he did not wish to be like them.
Though, he wished to know more. He wished to know the history, his kin. People he never met before, he was willing to learn about. There was something there, something... missing. Adan could feel it within his spirit. He missed something that he never once saw or touched. “He did not leave Aman… He never dwelled in Arda...” His naneth trailed off and he wondered if he should ask another time or perhaps leave it alone. He had already asked too much already, but he was just so curious.
He had known about Finwë and the tales of others that had made the history of their people, but he would have never thought to ask if they were even related to such an elf. Blind was he to the obviousness of it all. He didn’t ever ask and he just lived a simple life amongst silvan and sindar elves.
There was something missing though. He didn’t fit in that well. Everyone was either older than him or... different. Or perhaps he was the different one! He had a longing within him that made him feel.. empty. Again, something had been missing. He wished for something...more. Perhaps he wished to see what all Arda had to offer him. Thinking that made his eyes widen just ever so slightly. He wished to leave Mirkwood, but where would he go?
"I do not think so. Never would I think so.” Her voice was firm, with an edge of tenderness as she looked upon her son. “It would not be the same world without you. My greatest joy.”
And yet, you would had to never as much as you did with..Adar if I were not here. You could have left and perhaps been happier.
And that was it. Adan felt as if he were the one tying his mother down, never to leave unless he left. He kept her here. His father couldn’t be aiding in keeping here in Arda with his bitterness. She could have already sailed and none of this would be present. Perhaps his life would have been in another, for souls are often reused.
He felt her holding his hand, but he had refused to look upon her. No, not when he felt this sadness upon him. She did not deserve to see it. Though, she made him see; made him look up and see these visions of the past, leaving her weak in her chair. Though she had waved him off at his offer to let her rest and he simply had nodded and retreated back to his chair.
It have not attempted… in two ages. I was younger than you… It is called ósanwe. A powerful gift of the Valar. Many elves could use it in days of old, but those days are gone, and few now truly wield it. I have no mastery... It is the language in which the Ainur would once speak, before song came into the world, a strengthening of will and mind. A connection of our fëar where thought can pass through the veils without speech. You have the mind for it, Ionneg. It is from where your intuition comes. Your deep senses. There are… some in Arda, who can use it to read the secrets of the mind. The better trained, the deeper one can seek. I never wished to seek into but one mind, and he became unwilling many years ago. One cannot delve into the mind which is unwilling.”
Adan was a bit shocked at hearing that his mother could do such a thing. This powerful gift of the Valar had been given to his mother.. and it made him wonder. Could he do the same thing, if taught? Is this.. something that I may learn, in time? Or is this something that only very few can do and are much older than I? If Adan could learn it then he could use it to connect with his Naneth more, tell her things that no one else could hear, and experiences as well.
"The Lady of the Golden Wood has the greatest mastery of ósanwe since the days when Morgoth walked the earth. She can use it upon any mind, though most who have the small gift can use it only for those they are close to, or when they are in great need. It can be used. For good. Or evil. One must be careful…”
Adan nodded in understanding, taking another sip of his wine. His anger was completely put out like a flame and he felt more relaxed. If you think I can do this, may I learn it? And if you can, can you teach me?
But not when it hurts someone I love. As for the ring, I should have known it was because of your aversion. Adan felt pretty foolish for asking and not even thinking about how his Naneth no longer cared for jewels. Would he be the same way if he ever were to marry? He wasn’t sure, but he knew the history of elven kin and their jewelry obsessions and he did not wish to be like them.
Though, he wished to know more. He wished to know the history, his kin. People he never met before, he was willing to learn about. There was something there, something... missing. Adan could feel it within his spirit. He missed something that he never once saw or touched. “He did not leave Aman… He never dwelled in Arda...” His naneth trailed off and he wondered if he should ask another time or perhaps leave it alone. He had already asked too much already, but he was just so curious.
He had known about Finwë and the tales of others that had made the history of their people, but he would have never thought to ask if they were even related to such an elf. Blind was he to the obviousness of it all. He didn’t ever ask and he just lived a simple life amongst silvan and sindar elves.
There was something missing though. He didn’t fit in that well. Everyone was either older than him or... different. Or perhaps he was the different one! He had a longing within him that made him feel.. empty. Again, something had been missing. He wished for something...more. Perhaps he wished to see what all Arda had to offer him. Thinking that made his eyes widen just ever so slightly. He wished to leave Mirkwood, but where would he go?
"I do not think so. Never would I think so.” Her voice was firm, with an edge of tenderness as she looked upon her son. “It would not be the same world without you. My greatest joy.”
And yet, you would had to never as much as you did with..Adar if I were not here. You could have left and perhaps been happier.
And that was it. Adan felt as if he were the one tying his mother down, never to leave unless he left. He kept her here. His father couldn’t be aiding in keeping here in Arda with his bitterness. She could have already sailed and none of this would be present. Perhaps his life would have been in another, for souls are often reused.
He felt her holding his hand, but he had refused to look upon her. No, not when he felt this sadness upon him. She did not deserve to see it. Though, she made him see; made him look up and see these visions of the past, leaving her weak in her chair. Though she had waved him off at his offer to let her rest and he simply had nodded and retreated back to his chair.
It have not attempted… in two ages. I was younger than you… It is called ósanwe. A powerful gift of the Valar. Many elves could use it in days of old, but those days are gone, and few now truly wield it. I have no mastery... It is the language in which the Ainur would once speak, before song came into the world, a strengthening of will and mind. A connection of our fëar where thought can pass through the veils without speech. You have the mind for it, Ionneg. It is from where your intuition comes. Your deep senses. There are… some in Arda, who can use it to read the secrets of the mind. The better trained, the deeper one can seek. I never wished to seek into but one mind, and he became unwilling many years ago. One cannot delve into the mind which is unwilling.”
Adan was a bit shocked at hearing that his mother could do such a thing. This powerful gift of the Valar had been given to his mother.. and it made him wonder. Could he do the same thing, if taught? Is this.. something that I may learn, in time? Or is this something that only very few can do and are much older than I? If Adan could learn it then he could use it to connect with his Naneth more, tell her things that no one else could hear, and experiences as well.
"The Lady of the Golden Wood has the greatest mastery of ósanwe since the days when Morgoth walked the earth. She can use it upon any mind, though most who have the small gift can use it only for those they are close to, or when they are in great need. It can be used. For good. Or evil. One must be careful…”
Adan nodded in understanding, taking another sip of his wine. His anger was completely put out like a flame and he felt more relaxed. If you think I can do this, may I learn it? And if you can, can you teach me?