#that isn't like the feanorian/noldorin rebelliousness and fiery defiance

[valacirya]

Everything in Valinor is alive; the trees, the streams, even the stones and the wind. There is a constant thrum of Music there that harmonizes with every Minya's fëa. How blissful it is to wake up feeling the life-force of the universe rolling through your veins like thunder, to call to the land and hear it answer, to invite the Gods over for supper.

Indis does not mind that her children will be raised as Noldor, but she makes sure that all of them are born in her home, political implications be damned. They first breathe Taniquetil's crisp air and open their eyes to Laurelin's light and drink from the river that taught her how to swim. The first words they hear are Namo's prophecy- and from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty. This is the greatest gift she can give them: certainty.

Centuries later, Indis will stand at the base of Taniquetil, gazing at its seemingly endless height. She will take a deep breath and begin to climb, knowing that the mountain will not let her fall.