Sunny spring day, a century ago, Forlindon coast
If days were all like this, blue sky with no cloud in sight, crystalline sea and the sun shining bright from above, yet not so much as to feel sweltering it would be perfect and even feel like being on a beach in Tol Eressea, not in strife-filled Middle-Earth. Why, it was such a nice day Earcalie forego her usual tunic and trousers attire to don a light dress. The little bay on the northern coast, where she used to go with her parents to play and have picnics was so secluded, she doubted anybody would have found it and disturbed her.
She even brought with her a childhood relic, retrieved from the old storeroom, a yellow kite with the image of the sun on it. She remembered her mother telling her the story of Anar’s rising, how the fruit of gold Laurelin was ferried in the sky by the fiery Maia, Arien on her golden chariot. She was too little back then to fly the toy by herself, so her mother would carry her on her shoulders while maneuvering the kite and imagining to be the fire-maiden stirring Anor across the land.
…back then I could simply be an elleth, carefree and free of troubles. How did the rhyme go?
Mother used to sing a children’s doggerel while playing. Earcalie scratched her head, trying to remember the words after so long. “Ah!”. After a while she snapped her fingers. Perhaps now, anybody looking at her would consider it odd (childish is the right word, she mused for a second) but why would she care anyway? The day was beautiful, she was in a high spirits and with no troubles on the horizon. She had all the right to behave a little childish, therefore she unfurled the kite, running along the foreshore, singing her heart out:
Anarinya, Anarinya*
My sun, my sun is flying
Stirred by Arien maiden shining
Shining with red flaming hair
Eyes of ruby and smile so fair
Anarinya, Anarinya
My sun, my sun is brilliance
Watching Arda from a distance
As she trails East to West
Above highest mountain crest
Anarinya, Anarinya
My sun, my sun is brightest light
A springy day’s delight
Anar shine upon your path
From Valinor to Middle-Earth
*Anarinya= my sun, quenya
