Traveller, Jeweller, Poet
Under the gildened ever-warm skies of Aman, bathing in its endless honey-sweet flowerscents and its silver-glittering nights, Hotirmë spent her days composing hymns and poems, to praise the beauty of the lands around her and the Valar, so mighty and so wise in their eternal bliss. She could often be seen gently fiddling with the strings of her harp during the banquets, occasionally sweetening the singing with wine and a gentle smile.
Yet observing and discovering the beauties of the world around her often tempted her heart with wanderings, and there were no days more joyful to Hotirmë than when she went on a journey with her beloved one, quietly singing to the stars above their heads and listening to the secrets whispered by the subtle rustling of the woods.
And so intrigued by the hidden paths and thirsting for ever deeper wisdoms of the world to learn, she was eager to venture to Middle Earth and behold its beauties and troubles alongside so many other Noldor who were willing to leave. Harsh wisdoms were learnt on that journey, and eventually they filled her songs with the harsh beauty of Beleriand, the desperate melodies of battle cries, and the gentle, yet strong whispers of compassion for those whose names were forever lost in the days long past.
Her husband, travelling around Arda, listening to people's tales, exploring hidden places and learning wisdoms unknown.
Seeking wisdom and learning more of the world around her, seeing as many beauties of Arda as possible while she still has time.
|To Elbereth||1 year 1 month ago|