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Old 03-13-2006, 07:27 AM   #301
Estelyn Telcontar
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Merisuwyniel gazed upwards at the tall Ent looming before her. She felt shy in his presence, as if he were a complete stranger. This was no longer the familiar Bow she had carried so long, but a huge, tree-like personage with a history that reached back into the depths of time, long before her birth. The sonorous voice was so different from the wooden sound which she had often heard, or the flow of thoughts to which she was accustomed. And yet, in the depths of his eyes she saw a spark of recognition, and his mouth opened to speak to her.

“Come here, Little One!” he boomed. “Reach out and feel my bark – I do not bite!”

She stretched her hand out slowly, and was suddenly lifted high into the air by two strong branches. There she perched, close to the Ent’s face. She touched his rough cheek gently, and his thoughts flooded her mind. It was her Ent, different, larger, as if he had grown since she had last been with him, yet they knew each other well. She basked in the knowledge of his friendship and deep gratitude for all she had ventured for him. Yes, it had been a difficult, dangerous, and long path that she and her companions had taken, but it was well worth every effort.

Tears of joy flowed down her lovely face, and her shapely lips opened in laughter. And lo, the FinishedAtLastShip laughed with her, and all the Velour joined in just for the fun of it. Then in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like silver and gold (well, not quite, as it was only Vogonwë, but at that moment everything sounded good to them!), and Pimpiowyn waved Hush. And their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.

Then Merisu and --- *, for that was the Ent’s short name, for the use of mere mortals and other time-pressed creatures, having communed with one another, strode to the place where Yawanna stood and bowed deeply before her.

“Truly,” Merisuwyniel said, “you have proven yourself worthy of praise, for you have conquered our foe and helped us in our greet need.” Thus she raised her voice and began to sing, and all others who were present joined in with her:

“Long live the Green Goddess! ** Praise her with great praise!
Praise her, for she has conquered the Dread Developer!
Praise her, for she has reunified the Ent That Was Rent!
Praise her with great praise!”


And they bowed down in reverence, the representatives of the Free Peoples of Muddled-Mirth – all races and combinations thereof. And the Velour bowed down in shame, for they realized that she alone had dared to accomplish what they had neglected, whether out of laziness, or selfishness, or mere thoughtlessness.

And lo! Yawanna blushed a deep and most becoming shade of green. She took Merisu’s hand and bade her rise, reminding all with words too wondrous to tell of the Elven maiden’s faithfulness, loyalty, and endurance.

“You have been wounded,” she said, “and even I have not the power to heal wounds afflicted by that base and foul creature, Exfoliant. But I will adorn your wounds, so that they will be honoured for all time.” With those words, she took her beautiful emerald earrings and held them out to Merisuwyniel.

Merisu also blushed, though her cheeks turned rosy, not green. She hesitated, not only to accept such a generous gift and great honour, but also because she realized that she wasn’t sure if she could wear emeralds. After all, green was not the colour most prevalent in her wardrobe.

Yawanna smiled, for she knew the maiden’s thoughts. “Fear not,” she said. “These gems were created by my spouse Howlie, and though they shine green when I hold them, he captured the rainbow in them, and their colour will always match your own lovely eyes and the raiment you wear.” She fastened them in the holes Exfoliant had pierced in the Elf’s graceful ears, and they glowed amethyst, a shade which perfectly enhanced the colour of her beautiful eyes without detracting from them.

And all of the PraiseShip and the Velour sang out,

“Praise Merisuwyniel with great praise!”

Since the praise continued, with each member of the MutualAdmirationShip being lauded for the deeds he or she had done, and the Velour finding something to praise in themselves as well, we need not pay close attention to this scene, dear reader, but can tiptoe away in relief that the story is almost finished....



*The name of the Ent will be added as soon as inspiration strikes – or lightning, whichever comes first.

**Of course we know that the Velour are immortal, so wishing one of them a long life is redundant, but the traditional formulas aren’t meant to be taken literally anyway.

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