masteroftheseas:

Ossë smiled back, consciously shifting which muscles he tensed to mimic his friend’s expression. “It might be nice to be home again,” he mused, stepping closer to Círdan to walk alongside him as they continued their slow trek along the coast. “I feel like I hardly spent any time there before I abandoned it, and after so much work was put into that building.”

His eyes dimmed as he remembered earlier times, sharing his thoughts aloud of a home he hadn’t seen in all the ages of Elven history. “When my brothers first settled there, they would more often call for councils to discuss things and introduce new Maiar as they awoke and plan events and the like,” he explained, chin lifted proudly. “Ulmo did not care for wandering on land, and I was elected to attend these councils in his stead. But, well, you know how little I care for land.

“So we built a mansion. Uinen helped organize the Oarni and together we gathered more pearls than could be counted for the walls and bridges so they would shimmer and gleam more brilliantly than the gold and marble of my brothers, and the floors are pools of sea water that glisten and lazily roll so I never need to sit in the quiet dryness of air. The tapestries are made of scales we donated from our own tails, and they shimmer all the colors of the sea in the light that filters through the foamed roof.” His grin as he spoke was no longer forced but the pure joy of a proud craftsman. 

Looking down at Círdan, the Maia trilled and bumped against his side. “But it is also made to cater to guests, worry not. I built bridges and platforms for my siblings or followers to move among the house without having to swim, and the bed - I am proud of that bed. I miss that bed. I wanted something that was all the comforts of my underwater home, and though I could merely float it wasn’t quite the same, and it wouldn’t work for guests who stayed overnight. So we came up with the idea of filling a whale bladder with water and building a bed frame to hold it, and it was wonderful. A shame it’s been unused for all these years.”

He hummed and chattered. “You’ll like it there, I hope. A piece of the sea away from the sea. You will become welcome there whenever you’d like for as long as you like — you and any family you may wish to bring.”

Círdan tried as he might to imagine such a home, he had used pearls in his halls and homes before and had stacked them like some would stone to create textures.  Especially when he dwelled by the Bay of Falas, there had been more than ample amounts of pearls and the thought that Ossë and Uinen had been able to gather even more to build a home from them was most impressive indeed.  He had seem the impressive scales and fins only by chance once or twice, but he remembered how the light caught and danced off the reflective surface.   He found himself rather curious about visiting his friends home in the future though the idea of being introduced to his entire family at some point remained a daunting thought.

“Lucky for you I am a skilled swimmer even if there were not bridges,” he chuckled, bumping back as they were wont to do.  "I am surprised you have not tried to recreate that bed elsewhere!“ if he loved it so much and was so proud of it, it was surprising that he had not tried to duplicate it.  It sounded as though it would be like sleeping on the boats with the gentle movement that only came from the sea.  It sounded rather appealing, to be honest though the whale bladder was a bit odd but resourceful.

"I know I will love it there,” he promised as he smiled up to the maia.  "I am not sure who I might bring but we will cross that bridge when we come to it.  I am not sure if Elwë or Olwë would make such a trip, but I have always been the one most eager for new journeys and shining destinations in the distance.“




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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