Soon You'll Know the World So Wild
Jun 16, 2018 15:42:58 GMT -5
Post by Miriel on Jun 16, 2018 15:42:58 GMT -5
January 27th, 3010 Third Age
The House of Faelon, Sixth Tier, Minas Tirith
Melian
The House of Faelon, Sixth Tier, Minas Tirith
Melian
Cloud grey eyes blinked and squinted in the cold January breeze and a door slammed behind her, causing her to startle. The baby did not cry, however, only whimpered lightly, squirming and kicking within the swaddle she was wrapped in. It was so bright. She turned her face away from the sunlight and huffed.
“You don't like the cold? It's all right, just a minute, sweetheart.” Large green eyes hovered near over her face, and her mother's kiss landed on her crinkled forehead before the woman shifted her to block the wind. Melian settled against the familiar smell of Miriel's dress, and let out a small contented sigh.
The comfort, however, did not last long, for the warmth soon left once more. Mother's arms were gone, and the grey sky was once more above. There was a rustling and creaking before her and Melian began to whine as the wrinkled hands of her Grandmother held her tight and rocked her. It was only moments before she was passed into another smaller pair of hands. Though he was yet little, Faelon's grip was protective on her, and he cradled her head as he walked to the front of the carriage and pressed her back into Miriel's arms, pausing a moment himself to kiss her and smile down at her.
“You be good for your mama, Meli,” Faelon grinned. “I get to ride Lumiel today.”
The wind was now gone, and as the motion of bodies settled on the benches around her, Melian once more took in her mother's warmth. Her eyes stayed open long enough to see the dark hair of Mother fall about her and the sound of her lullaby mingled with the sound of horses hooves and creaking wheels.
“Lullay, lullay, my tiny child,
Too soon you’ll know the world so wild,
Yes all too soon, you will be grown,
And I’ll bide here, alone, alone.
The rushing billows you shall ride,
And the light of the North Star will be your guide,
But yet awhile, I’ll have you stay,
Lullay my sweet one, my child lullay.
For you shall run in meadows green,
And sport with otters all in the stream,
And you shall chase the dappled deer,
And swim with salmon in waters clear.
To pluck the small birds from the sky,
On the tail of the South Wind you shall fly,
And take the high hills for your home,
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone.”
Too soon you’ll know the world so wild,
Yes all too soon, you will be grown,
And I’ll bide here, alone, alone.
The rushing billows you shall ride,
And the light of the North Star will be your guide,
But yet awhile, I’ll have you stay,
Lullay my sweet one, my child lullay.
For you shall run in meadows green,
And sport with otters all in the stream,
And you shall chase the dappled deer,
And swim with salmon in waters clear.
To pluck the small birds from the sky,
On the tail of the South Wind you shall fly,
And take the high hills for your home,
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone.”