B2MEM Day 24: The Silmarillion Wars continues...
Day 24:
Choose your favorite line or quotation from a non-Tolkien source. It can be a book, movie, poem--anything you can think of! Write down that quote. Now create a story, poem, or work of art that relates to it somehow, either the quote itself or the meaning that you take from it.
Many, many years later
Mahtan's recollection of his Number One Padawan:
Fëanor's skill grew steadily and prodigously in a way that was quite alarming. I confided as much to Master Yoda. Why, he had even saved my life a number of times--I who was supposed to be teaching him! In hindsight, I should have been less stingy with my praise as this might have prevented him for keeping on trying to earn my approval. His impetiousness also cost him his right hand in a duel we fought with Darth Saruman-Dooku.
The lad had also complained of getting the oddest sort of dreams around this time: He told me that he had several dreams where he was a renowned blacksmith who created three shiny jewels and made an oath and other bizarre things.
Another series of dreams he had was that he was a small boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his head and that people called him "The Boy Who Lived."
I figured then that maybe he just needed some relaxation. I brought the matter to Master Yoda's attention and he suggested bodyguard duty. Fëanor of course resented this--he complained and complained for days. I was a little relieved when he stopped sending me telepathic rants. And then I found out who he was supposed to be guarding: My precious daughter.
Istarnië had become a Senator after one of her sisters replaced her as queen. I discreetly tried to have Fëanor replaced with another bodyguard--anyone except Fëanor--but I failed miserably. They broke the good news to me in the middle of dinner: that I now have a son-in-law and a grandchild "in the oven". I was so shocked that I choked on my food and fainted.
From then on, they just kept going...
And going and going and going and going...
So maybe I'm exaggerating a little here. But the point is, they kept going...
To make things worse, Fëanor started having dreams again: that my daughter was going to die from childbirth. I raised my eyebrows for the first time in several thousand millenia. "Eh. I think it's too late to be thinking of that my boy," and shrugged it off.
And that was my biggest, most monumental failure. He turned to the Dark Side not long after. It was a sad, sad day when I had to fight a duel with my beloved apprentice and son-in-law.
He fell to a fiery pit and I couldn't bear to watch him slowly burn away: the Chosen One who was supposed to bring balance to the Force. I left feeling weak and very very drained--I wanted to fade away.
I almost faded when I broke the news to my daughter, who promptly lost the will to live after giving birth to a girl.
That left me with several very young and boisterous grandchildren to take care of. The Sith may kidnap and kill them, or worse, convert them. So I thought of a fool-proof plan of where they can grow-up in peace in case Fëanor survived. I will take the boys to the one place that he would NEVER, EVER dream of looking. As for the girl...I'll figure out something.
TBC
Choose your favorite line or quotation from a non-Tolkien source. It can be a book, movie, poem--anything you can think of! Write down that quote. Now create a story, poem, or work of art that relates to it somehow, either the quote itself or the meaning that you take from it.
Many, many years later
Mahtan's recollection of his Number One Padawan:
Fëanor's skill grew steadily and prodigously in a way that was quite alarming. I confided as much to Master Yoda. Why, he had even saved my life a number of times--I who was supposed to be teaching him! In hindsight, I should have been less stingy with my praise as this might have prevented him for keeping on trying to earn my approval. His impetiousness also cost him his right hand in a duel we fought with Darth Saruman-Dooku.
The lad had also complained of getting the oddest sort of dreams around this time: He told me that he had several dreams where he was a renowned blacksmith who created three shiny jewels and made an oath and other bizarre things.
Another series of dreams he had was that he was a small boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his head and that people called him "The Boy Who Lived."
I figured then that maybe he just needed some relaxation. I brought the matter to Master Yoda's attention and he suggested bodyguard duty. Fëanor of course resented this--he complained and complained for days. I was a little relieved when he stopped sending me telepathic rants. And then I found out who he was supposed to be guarding: My precious daughter.
Istarnië had become a Senator after one of her sisters replaced her as queen. I discreetly tried to have Fëanor replaced with another bodyguard--anyone except Fëanor--but I failed miserably. They broke the good news to me in the middle of dinner: that I now have a son-in-law and a grandchild "in the oven". I was so shocked that I choked on my food and fainted.
From then on, they just kept going...
And going and going and going and going...
So maybe I'm exaggerating a little here. But the point is, they kept going...
To make things worse, Fëanor started having dreams again: that my daughter was going to die from childbirth. I raised my eyebrows for the first time in several thousand millenia. "Eh. I think it's too late to be thinking of that my boy," and shrugged it off.
And that was my biggest, most monumental failure. He turned to the Dark Side not long after. It was a sad, sad day when I had to fight a duel with my beloved apprentice and son-in-law.
He fell to a fiery pit and I couldn't bear to watch him slowly burn away: the Chosen One who was supposed to bring balance to the Force. I left feeling weak and very very drained--I wanted to fade away.
I almost faded when I broke the news to my daughter, who promptly lost the will to live after giving birth to a girl.
That left me with several very young and boisterous grandchildren to take care of. The Sith may kidnap and kill them, or worse, convert them. So I thought of a fool-proof plan of where they can grow-up in peace in case Fëanor survived. I will take the boys to the one place that he would NEVER, EVER dream of looking. As for the girl...I'll figure out something.
TBC