The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë had taken care of all the other business he had to attend to for the day. The seas were steady, no corsairs were testing the limits of his patience, no orcs were polluting the waters and no siblings-of-the-Melkor-persuasion were trying to cause any trouble. The tides were regulated after recent disturbances, the flora was flourishing and the fauna was thriving. He’d stopped on the Western coasts to deliver a message and warning, and he had just enough time for a chat before he had to go to his brother’s home.

At first, he stood on the balcony in his usual fana, large and blue and familiar. But his eyes were no better and the view was decidedly less lovely when it was blurred, and he wanted to be able to see Círdan this evening, not see a blob. So he stepped inside long enough to switch to a much smaller form, and when he next leaned out on the railing he was a she, short hair and short dress fluttering in the sea breezes.

Círdan would be arriving back after a day’s work soon, and it seemed fitting enough to have his wife awaiting his arrival. The dress Mother had given him fit perfectly, sea-foam silk brushing above his knees with the more transparent fabric scooping down mid-calf in the back and sides. Between his hands was a small box, wrapped and tied shut with seaweed. 

Hearing the door, he turned and peered inside with a grin and a soft trill. “Good evening, meleth.”

The recent trouble with the seas had caused some problems - no one was drawn out to sea or drowned, none came close to that, but the choppy waves had battered some of the boats under construction.  They had been struggling to get pontoons between the hulls and the docks to prevent further damage to either but it had been a rather stressful few days.  So many had come to Círdan in hopes he might have answers for them as they had seen him on the shores.  Sadly, he had no answers and that fact was nagging at him more than the annoyance of damaged boats.

Today had been better, they finished the repairs and were able to resume a normal schedule.  He was ready to be home, to enjoy some quiet and hopefully some company.  He had smiled brightly as he saw the petite form on his balcony and there was a spring to his step as he climbed the stairs that led up to his rooms.  

“This is certainly a pleasant surprise,” he grinned as he shut the door behind him.  The dress was unlike any he had seen the seamstresses create and idly he wondered where it might be from, it was certainly lovely and looked more than fitting for the sea.  What he hadn’t expected was a present.  




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



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