The Lady of the Rings; also known as the Soul of Night.

Laurelyn · 12-21-2002, 12:26 PM

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FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« was a jeweler who spent more time than she ever would have thought possible with her metalwork. She was nobody to anybody else, and lonely. Days and nights were spent stringing beads onto filigree designs, polishing, cutting silver, gold, copper, brass. Whatever. It didnâ€™t matter to her what she made.
The money involved in her trade wasnâ€™t important. She had money enough; she needed no more. But she couldnâ€™t keep the jewelry she made. She didnâ€™t want it. None of it contained the soul she felt in the metal. Pretty yes, pretty enough to sell and be famous for design and craft, she thought bitterly. But not beautiful. I will never be able to perfect the metal.
But once FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« had almost found the beauty she was looking for in the metalâ€™s soul. A ring, silver twined with threads of gold. As it came to life beneath her hands, she thought that almost, just almost, it was perfect. But not really. Just almost. She had put it away in a drawer, left locked away but never really forgotten. The images of rings came to her in dreams.
She made rings, the designs of her dreams, and incorporated them into nearly every piece she finished. Somehow. The vague shadow of a circle was her tradeâ€™s mark. Only a few people noticed this; FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« didnâ€™t care.
And then one day. She was showing the metal no mercy, and she took her loneliness out on her work. A plain gold band came to life in her hands. Not almost as before; but truly what she wanted. She didnâ€™t understand. But something about this simple ring was beautiful like she had never felt before. And it frightened her a little.
As FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« polished it for the final time, and held it finished to the light, something stirred. The shadows of the rings on the jewelry she had made and sold all around the world awakened to a flash of brilliance, then faded from sight -- yet they remained alert. Waiting.
Man nÃ¡ vanwiÃ« entuluva. What is past shall come again. I fÃ«a lÃ³mÃ«o cuiva. The soul of night awakes. MinÃ« corma nÃ¡ lÃ¡ vanwa mÃ* lumÃ«. The one ring is not lost in time. NÃ¡s entamin. It is forged again.
On the other side of the world a girl woke from her sleep, the necklace she wore burning her skin.
And even further away a mountain long dormant burst into flame.

12-21-2002, 12:26 PM	#1
Laurelyn Elf Lord Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Valinor, right next to Telperion . . . what did you expect, Michigan? Posts: 1,315	The Lady of the Rings; also known as the Soul of Night. Heya guys. I started this for the heck of it; please join if you feel like it. There's plenty of character ops. FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« was a jeweler who spent more time than she ever would have thought possible with her metalwork. She was nobody to anybody else, and lonely. Days and nights were spent stringing beads onto filigree designs, polishing, cutting silver, gold, copper, brass. Whatever. It didnâ€™t matter to her what she made. The money involved in her trade wasnâ€™t important. She had money enough; she needed no more. But she couldnâ€™t keep the jewelry she made. She didnâ€™t want it. None of it contained the soul she felt in the metal. Pretty yes, pretty enough to sell and be famous for design and craft, she thought bitterly. But not beautiful. I will never be able to perfect the metal. But once FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« had almost found the beauty she was looking for in the metalâ€™s soul. A ring, silver twined with threads of gold. As it came to life beneath her hands, she thought that almost, just almost, it was perfect. But not really. Just almost. She had put it away in a drawer, left locked away but never really forgotten. The images of rings came to her in dreams. She made rings, the designs of her dreams, and incorporated them into nearly every piece she finished. Somehow. The vague shadow of a circle was her tradeâ€™s mark. Only a few people noticed this; FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« didnâ€™t care. And then one day. She was showing the metal no mercy, and she took her loneliness out on her work. A plain gold band came to life in her hands. Not almost as before; but truly what she wanted. She didnâ€™t understand. But something about this simple ring was beautiful like she had never felt before. And it frightened her a little. As FÃ«alÃ³mÃ« polished it for the final time, and held it finished to the light, something stirred. The shadows of the rings on the jewelry she had made and sold all around the world awakened to a flash of brilliance, then faded from sight -- yet they remained alert. Waiting. Man nÃ¡ vanwiÃ« entuluva. What is past shall come again. I fÃ«a lÃ³mÃ«o cuiva. The soul of night awakes. MinÃ« corma nÃ¡ lÃ¡ vanwa mÃ* lumÃ«. The one ring is not lost in time. NÃ¡s entamin. It is forged again. On the other side of the world a girl woke from her sleep, the necklace she wore burning her skin. And even further away a mountain long dormant burst into flame. __________________ The Third Age of Entmoot has begun. Angel of music, guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! The country I eat and spend the day in is by no means the country I sleep and dream in. Define patriotism. Hold the boat, you spastic monkey! ~ Elenka

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