#treelight triad

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Carries the thrre into a secret room in the depths of the fortress. Opens the door to show a nature filled, sunny plave with birds, and peaceful insects roaming around. Gently places the three on the ground and moves away, silently watching them. "You're far from home, but I can try to make this your new home.."

All three are still huddled against each other, scared to their very core, due to all they had to witness - blood, violence, monsters. They have been awakened too soon, their mind still fragile as that of a small child, just like the forms they had taken. They weep and are seemingly unconsolable. "I want atya back..." the silver haired sniffles. The blonde as well as the little girl with hair like freshly fallen snow hide her from him and cower from him.

@morgothofutumno

[quiet-flower-wonderlings]

Quildalótien sighed in relief and gave him a soft him. But she grew slightly uneasy at the mention of the girl - but she quickly nodded, knowing Celebrimbor would understand.

“I am better, I escaped. . .”

She said quietly with a deep breath - knowing he would know she meant she escaped from Celegorm.

“Of course, do come in! -They are asleep though, we need to be quiet.”

She said quietly as she gestured with to follow her.

˗ˏˋ​ ​ ​​ ​―― @living-gems-of-treelight. . . ​ ​​ ​ ​❞

୧ *·˚ ❝ Starter for @living-gems-of-treelight┆↰

Quildalótien came the cries on infants among the roaring waves and rough. She didn’t know why she came along this way – when it was clear she should have accepted Eönwë’s offer to take her back to Valinor.

Afterall she has survived her punishment more than anyone after following her abusive ex-betrothed Turkafinwë here – she even gained back her powers Manwë stripped them off her – proving more than ever she was not tainted by oath or evil.

She coughed making her way though the rough and dangerous cliffsides – it was too windy for her to grow her wings and fly – her wings were no where near as strong as the herald’s wings. She slipped once or twice – but eventually made towards a blinding light and making her shut her eyes. Moisture collected on her eyes and she tried to adjust her eyes to sudden glow of light.

The crying made from the light – or she stepped closer, slowly and cautiously. Quildalótien gasped in shock and amazement seeing three different lights shine brightly, she wondered by she did not see it before. But what was even more surprising was the fact the light came from three different children – crying out in a feeling she knew all too well. . .

Quildalótien sighed and sat beside them, her hair dangling just above them – with a shaky breath she looked down them and then do her hands. With a deep breath she weaved her magic through her fingers with a low and soft hum - gracefully and slowly going through the motions as wisps of magic spill from her hands and weave between her fingers into the air, petals of roses and sparks of what appeared to Starlight danced above the three children – Quildalótien hoped it would be enough to make them at least stop crying, who knows how long they have been out here and while she was no expert in motherhood she knew crying at this rate was terrible for them.

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Time seemed to fly past, since Quildalótien found three little children, three cute girls with power hidden within them. War was slowly coming to an end, troops of Valarin hosts eradicating what all remained from Morgoth's army and servants. Since Eönwë and others were way too busy, Quildalótien managed to keep her girsal out of unwanted attention rather efficiently. Letting Tyelpë assist her in any way he could helped too.

All three girls, Lauriel, Tyelpelin and Ellenís grew like a weed under their care. By now, they were able to write and read quite well. Tyelperinquar helped Quildalótien with their education personally, whenever he could. In times he was busy, it was up to her. Soon many knew that she took in three orphaned girls, and while some doubted she would manage to raise them on her own, others found it generous.

Lauriel showed up to be quite an adventurer and more often then not she strayed way too far, lead by her curiosity. She was a bit of a trouble-maker, when playing with other children, and had had a bit of mischievous streak. Especially if some of adults proved to be a sourpuss. She had a knack for sensing whenever Quildalótien worried about something or when she felt depressed - and did her damnest to bring a smile on her lips again.

Tyelpelin was a gentle soul, a bit shy, but no less curious than her blonde sister. She bonded rather quickly with both Quilda and Tyelperinquar as well, after all both responded to the same short version of their names. She had deft fingers and it showed in her writing and drawing, but especially, when Tyelperinquar showed her, how to make little trinkets. She was extatic about it. She also lover to toy with hair of others and always was giddy, whenever Quildalótien asked her for help. Or cuddles.

Ellenís loved talking. Sometimes too much for the liking of those around her and it took some time, before she learnt, when to stay silent as not to overwhealm others. But she was nice to have around, especially when she narrated her own made up stories. Quildalótien soon found out that Ellenís got nervous, everytime she got separated from her sister or her and Tyelperinquar. She hated to be lonely and more often than not, either Quilda or Tyelpë found her huddled against themselves.

Soon they all would have to decide their next steps. Many were getting ready to leave for Valinor, with how much of Beleriand was sinking every day, never to be seen again. Others were already finding themselves new home beyond what remained of Ered Luin and Ossiriand.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

[living-gems-of-treelight]

You guys used to be Feanors jewels? Well this isn't the strangest thing I've seen before.

"Yes, we were," Lauriel nods, eyeing the asking elf.

"Still we are, to a point. We just...took another form," Tyelpelin smiles.

"You can think of silmarilli as eggs, from which we hatched," Ellenís grins. "Weird, right? Well, here we are. Who are you? Can we help you anyhow, mister....?" Ellenís narrows her eyes. "It's strange, but ...you feel kinda...familiar."

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Shy and apprehensive, Olwin approached the trio, hardly able to look at them because of the illumination that they radiated.

“Who…Who are you?”

All three young women turned at him, a bit startled. They perhaps thought there was noone else around. They looked him up and down. "We are....how to explain this the simplest way..." a silver haired one mused. "Ah! We are children of Fëanáro, the firstborn of Finwë, the deceased High King of Norldor," she made a shy smile. My name's Tyelpelin, and these are my sisters, the blonde one is Lauriel, the other is Ellenís. And who might you be?"

[living-gems-of-treelight]

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Ha! Finally found the meme! So:

Lauriel likes....shiny things. Anything that glitters, really. She would hunt anything glittery to make it her accessory, she likes to look sparkly. Tyelpelin likes early morning walks, when the world is still waking up. especially if flowers, leaves, grass are adorned with dew droplets. She doesn't mind to have to get up early to see all that, she can always take a nap later.

Ellenís likes to dance, especially when alone, to her own tune. It helps her to ground herself when anything throws her of her balance. And when she does, it's a sight to behold.

[living-gems-of-treelight]

"Please return to me. My brothers are planning another kinslaying if you're not returning to them. I can't bare to see another city destroyed again."

"W-wait...what?" Elenís gasped, her silvery-blue eyes widening. "I don't mean to leave them, it's just...my heart warns me that I could hurt them even if I don't want to. Are you....not afraid?" her eyes found his. "I want to stay, I promise, but at the same time...I already noticed that my light seems at leas uncomfortable to you. They must stop it or I won't be able to anywhere near them," she dropped on a log in a clearing where he found her, burying her face in her hands. "I...don't know what to do. I don't want anyone to suffer, I've seen too much of it," her voice trembled. "And I don't want you... to hate me," she sobbed, the reason for her feeble attempt to keep safe distance now all out. The light within her still had tendencies to surge as if it had mind of it's own. It scared her to her very core.

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Quildalótien placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I do not know how Tyelpë but. . .they are only children. . .they will not harm a soul. . .they . . .-”

She sighed - gulping as she nervously scratched her hands, hard enough to start peel at her skin, something she always did when her anxiety rised.

“They will not hurt anyone. . .I. . .-”

Quildalótien did know how to explain the deep connection she already felt towards them. She always had the habit taking in and caring for lost and injured animals - even in Valinor, so her tender heart could no bear to leave them

All three girls still slept deeply, all huddled against each other. "Quilda, please, no need to panic. I wouldn't suspect such tiny children of having harmful intents," Telperinquar took his aunt's hands, running his thumbs gentlyover the back of her palms. "Are you sure you want to raise them? It won't be easy with the power they all hold within them. You might need help," he looked at her.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

[living-gems-of-treelight]

"Nice to meet you, s-sir?" Ellenís piped, still timid, but her eyes betraying her curious mind behind them. Despite all her shyness, she looked directly in his eyes.

"It's...a honor to meet you, my lord," Lauriel added quickly. "He did, as often as his duties allowed," she made a tentative smile, but advanced further. "We are stil learning so much every day." she paused.

"There are still more things we don't know yet, Lord Manwë," the silver-haired one piped, her smile was rather apologetic. "Like...what should we do....where should we go. All we know is, that...we wish to never be parted from each other again," Tyelpelin admitted quietly.

@elder-king

Finally. The news of the host coming back from the War of Wrath preceded the host itself. Eönwë knew that and was a bit restless. The victory was incomplete, with Sauron roaming and hiding in shadows only Eru knows where, two of three silmarils lost, Beleriand drowned in the sea, and many paying the highest price for it. He wasn't sure how would his report be recieved by his master, the Elder King Manwë. A tiny child's hand touched his, patting the back of his palm gently. When he turned to look at it's owner, he sighed.

"We can't sleep with HIM so close. Can..can we sleep here? With you?" little blonde girl begged him, her silver haired sister hiding behind her back, and the third sniffling and shivering. "Please," the third sniffled again, her silvery-blue eyes teary with fear.

He couldn't...no, he was physicaly unable to deny them.

So now, when he almost finished his report to his master, there was only one important thing, that remained.

"My lord, let me introduce you three extraordinary children I came across, when trying to track down and re-capture Sauron," he motioned the blonde girl to step forward. She even mimicked a bow she saw others making, before standing in front of Manwë. "This is Lauriel. Her shy sister," he gently patted the shoulder of the silver-haired one, "...is Tyelpelin. And finally...their sister Ellenís," he gestured towards the snowy haired child.

All were dressed in clean linen dress, mostly white, Lauriel's being adorned with simple flowery embriodery, in many shades of yellow. Tyelpelin's had dark-blue wide hems with silver lotus and moon embroidery. Ellenís' dress was too decorated with linear silver embroidery, mimicking clouds, with tiny golden stars.

There was a familiar radiance around them.

@living-gems-of-treelight

looking down upon the three sisters, manwë realises just how tall and intimidating he must have looked towards children. even if his countenance was rather friendly. with that in mind, the king lowers himself by crouching, hoping that by doing so he would not appear as too much of a threat.

“hello there, young ones,” he speaks softly, gazing upon each of them for a moment. his eyes mimicked that of the sky above, full of stars and a dark, shimmering purple. a smile graces the king's lips.

indeed, there was a familiar radiance about them. “I am manwë, I'm certain my herald has already told you a thing or two?” he questions, eyeing his maia.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ─── .°୭̥ ༊ ˎˊ˗ ( @living-gems-of-treelight )

[living-gems-of-treelight]

He has beautiful eyes, Lauriel whispered in her mind...with both sisters aware of it. And even more beautiful smile, Ellenís added. His power seems kind of familiar, and yet so different, that I can't remember if I did sense it before or not...Tyelpelin mused.

"We are learning so much with every new day, that...yes, our days are fruitful," Tyelpelin nodded. "For now...High-King Arafinwë, who we percieve as our uncle...and who we hope would see us as his nieces offered us a home in his palace in Tirion. But if it would be our permanent residence, that remains to be seen yet," Laurelin explained. "We seem to be travelling to many places here, and truth is, as much as we would like to meet our relatives...we are affraid we would bring back most painful memories," Ellenís sighed.

@valinorsprince

looking upon the sisters with great awe, amaurë's eyes shimmer with wonder and curiosity. he finally manages to speak, a gentle smile on his lips. “I had thought it was just a story spun out of fantasy. . . I see now that it is true.” he murmurs before bowing.

“welcome back to valinor,”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ─── .°୭̥ ༊ ˎˊ˗ ( @valinorsprince )

Three sisters still were not used to commotion their presence caused, no matter if they wished for it or not. When the search party, sent to track down and re-capture Sauron brought three young ladies to Arafinwë instead, the High-King of Valinorean Noldor was at loss of words, even more so when Eönwë, dazed with surprise himself confirmed what a strange beings the sisters were.

All three reminded him so much of his eldest brother it gave him creeps at the beginning - and to a point it still did, but they were also so very different. More then once he found himself thinking: Finally you got your desired daughters. Were you not so blinded by your grief, pride and paranoia....you might would be able to see them and become a proud father once again...

Lauriel, Tyelpelin and Ellenís acknowledged him as their relative upon their meeting somewhere deep inside, and their later interactions only cemented it. To them, he was their uncle, kind and strong and trustworthy.

And so, when they were brought to Ilmarin and introduced to Amaurë, and found themselves blushing at such warm and flattering welcome they recieved, it was almost funny how Tyelpelin and Ellenís stepped closer to Arafinwë, their cheeks bright pink.

"Thank you, my kind lord," Lauriel bowed with surprising grace for someone at least a bit nervous. "We thought the same about this realm, before we finally arrived to the western shores of Belegëar. The reality exceeds the stories we heard...and what little shards of memories we have," she smiled shyly.

@valinorsprince

[living-gems-of-treelight]

All three were hesitant to move at first, since the linght dimmed inside. The sounds around them helped to calm them down, but it was a far cry from being content and feeling safe. The song lured them, it was at least little something familiar after all what they witnessed. Ellenís held Tyelpelin, who was still clinging to her, not willing to let go even of her sister Lauriel. The blonde though carefully pulled herself free. "Don't worry. I'll be close. I'll just check that...singing one. He sounds a lotl ike father... but I hadn't seen him come with us here..." she frowned with confusion. "Atya?" the blonde called.

Carries the thrre into a secret room in the depths of the fortress. Opens the door to show a nature filled, sunny plave with birds, and peaceful insects roaming around. Gently places the three on the ground and moves away, silently watching them. "You're far from home, but I can try to make this your new home.."

All three are still huddled against each other, scared to their very core, due to all they had to witness - blood, violence, monsters. They have been awakened too soon, their mind still fragile as that of a small child, just like the forms they had taken. They weep and are seemingly unconsolable. "I want atya back..." the silver haired sniffles. The blonde as well as the little girl with hair like freshly fallen snow hide her from him and cower from him.

@morgothofutumno

[quiet-flower-wonderlings]

Quildalótien smiled watching her three grow so fast - it created a lttle pang of hurt in her heart to watch them grew from the little younglings she once found. But at the same time - she admired their growth and strength, loving each of their love and tenderness, even tricks and mishaps.

She was protective of them - sometimes even overprotective according to her nephew Tyelpe. She could not help it however, it was hard not to, since she really cared and loved for them as her own.

The Valar daughter was well aware of the whispers and doubts of many as she raised her children alongside the help of her nephew whenever he could - but she did not care for them and rather focused the their three well beings.

Lauriel's mischievous nature never ceased to make her laugh - or raise a brow. She did stir quite a bit trouble among the other adults of the land, however it didn't stop her wildness. It was rather admirable and reminded Quildalótien of her old self once in Valinor - a time that seemed unreachable now.

Tyelpelin's gentle soul made Quildalótien proud just as much as the others did. She loved seeing every new writing and drawing she was gifted with. It rather fun to tease her with cuddles.

Ellenís may never stop talking - but it was all music to Quildalótien's ears as she loved hearing about her about her day and thoughts. Even if she was able to talk an ear of Tyelperinquar, Quildalótien would tease her nephew of his own young age wherever loved telling his favorite aunt Quildalótien all about his day.

She currently sat on a field - having a little picnic with her three girls - smiling gently at she watched them run and play.

“Be careful!”

She said softly calling towards them - as her mind slowly wandered thinking of what she might do next because of how much Beleriand was failing.

#⠓ ★ ⁀🌺 ⁺ ≋ ﹏ {@living-gems-of-treelight}

Time seemed to fly past, since Quildalótien found three little children, three cute girls with power hidden within them. War was slowly coming to an end, troops of Valarin hosts eradicating what all remained from Morgoth's army and servants. Since Eönwë and others were way too busy, Quildalótien managed to keep her girsal out of unwanted attention rather efficiently. Letting Tyelpë assist her in any way he could helped too.

All three girls, Lauriel, Tyelpelin and Ellenís grew like a weed under their care. By now, they were able to write and read quite well. Tyelperinquar helped Quildalótien with their education personally, whenever he could. In times he was busy, it was up to her. Soon many knew that she took in three orphaned girls, and while some doubted she would manage to raise them on her own, others found it generous.

Lauriel showed up to be quite an adventurer and more often then not she strayed way too far, lead by her curiosity. She was a bit of a trouble-maker, when playing with other children, and had had a bit of mischievous streak. Especially if some of adults proved to be a sourpuss. She had a knack for sensing whenever Quildalótien worried about something or when she felt depressed - and did her damnest to bring a smile on her lips again.

Tyelpelin was a gentle soul, a bit shy, but no less curious than her blonde sister. She bonded rather quickly with both Quilda and Tyelperinquar as well, after all both responded to the same short version of their names. She had deft fingers and it showed in her writing and drawing, but especially, when Tyelperinquar showed her, how to make little trinkets. She was extatic about it. She also lover to toy with hair of others and always was giddy, whenever Quildalótien asked her for help. Or cuddles.

Ellenís loved talking. Sometimes too much for the liking of those around her and it took some time, before she learnt, when to stay silent as not to overwhealm others. But she was nice to have around, especially when she narrated her own made up stories. Quildalótien soon found out that Ellenís got nervous, everytime she got separated from her sister or her and Tyelperinquar. She hated to be lonely and more often than not, either Quilda or Tyelpë found her huddled against themselves.

Soon they all would have to decide their next steps. Many were getting ready to leave for Valinor, with how much of Beleriand was sinking every day, never to be seen again. Others were already finding themselves new home beyond what remained of Ered Luin and Ossiriand.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

[living-gems-of-treelight]

"Oh, Quilda," Celebrimbor put the basket down and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry. I kept worrying about you since they left Nargothrond for good. I could....no longer recognize them. The Oath...." he paused. "No, let¨s not talk about it now." he spoke with hushed voice.

As she invited him in, he took his basket again, before placing it somewhere out of the way in the tent and looked at sleeping girls. "They are almost...as triplets? They are so similar to each other and at the same age, as it seems..." he exhaled with aw. Huan looked at him, smiling his own way.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

୧ *·˚ ❝ Starter for @living-gems-of-treelight┆↰

Quildalótien came the cries on infants among the roaring waves and rough. She didn’t know why she came along this way – when it was clear she should have accepted Eönwë’s offer to take her back to Valinor.

Afterall she has survived her punishment more than anyone after following her abusive ex-betrothed Turkafinwë here – she even gained back her powers Manwë stripped them off her – proving more than ever she was not tainted by oath or evil.

She coughed making her way though the rough and dangerous cliffsides – it was too windy for her to grow her wings and fly – her wings were no where near as strong as the herald’s wings. She slipped once or twice – but eventually made towards a blinding light and making her shut her eyes. Moisture collected on her eyes and she tried to adjust her eyes to sudden glow of light.

The crying made from the light – or she stepped closer, slowly and cautiously. Quildalótien gasped in shock and amazement seeing three different lights shine brightly, she wondered by she did not see it before. But what was even more surprising was the fact the light came from three different children – crying out in a feeling she knew all too well. . .

Quildalótien sighed and sat beside them, her hair dangling just above them – with a shaky breath she looked down them and then do her hands. With a deep breath she weaved her magic through her fingers with a low and soft hum - gracefully and slowly going through the motions as wisps of magic spill from her hands and weave between her fingers into the air, petals of roses and sparks of what appeared to Starlight danced above the three children – Quildalótien hoped it would be enough to make them at least stop crying, who knows how long they have been out here and while she was no expert in motherhood she knew crying at this rate was terrible for them.

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Lauriel beamed up proudly and kept at it. The porridge would soon be ready like that.

"Reading to us? That would be awesome!" Tyelpelin perked up.

Ellenís nodded to her, clearly liking the idea as well.

"The other Tyelpë sounds nice," Lauriel smiled.

Alright! Huan let out a short bark. he went to rub his head and lick each of the three girls, before leaving the tent, seeking for Celebrimbor.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

୧ *·˚ ❝ Starter for @living-gems-of-treelight┆↰

Quildalótien came the cries on infants among the roaring waves and rough. She didn’t know why she came along this way – when it was clear she should have accepted Eönwë’s offer to take her back to Valinor.

Afterall she has survived her punishment more than anyone after following her abusive ex-betrothed Turkafinwë here – she even gained back her powers Manwë stripped them off her – proving more than ever she was not tainted by oath or evil.

She coughed making her way though the rough and dangerous cliffsides – it was too windy for her to grow her wings and fly – her wings were no where near as strong as the herald’s wings. She slipped once or twice – but eventually made towards a blinding light and making her shut her eyes. Moisture collected on her eyes and she tried to adjust her eyes to sudden glow of light.

The crying made from the light – or she stepped closer, slowly and cautiously. Quildalótien gasped in shock and amazement seeing three different lights shine brightly, she wondered by she did not see it before. But what was even more surprising was the fact the light came from three different children – crying out in a feeling she knew all too well. . .

Quildalótien sighed and sat beside them, her hair dangling just above them – with a shaky breath she looked down them and then do her hands. With a deep breath she weaved her magic through her fingers with a low and soft hum - gracefully and slowly going through the motions as wisps of magic spill from her hands and weave between her fingers into the air, petals of roses and sparks of what appeared to Starlight danced above the three children – Quildalótien hoped it would be enough to make them at least stop crying, who knows how long they have been out here and while she was no expert in motherhood she knew crying at this rate was terrible for them.

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Twins blinked as a blush crept on their faces. "Oh, no worries, we can wait for a bit," Elros assured her, while Elrond nodded in agreement. "We don't want to delay you." Elros added. "Yeah. Fire shouldn't be left unchecked for too long, no matter how small," Elrond reminded carefully.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

୧ *·˚ ❝ Starter for @living-gems-of-treelight┆↰

Quildalótien came the cries on infants among the roaring waves and rough. She didn’t know why she came along this way – when it was clear she should have accepted Eönwë’s offer to take her back to Valinor.

Afterall she has survived her punishment more than anyone after following her abusive ex-betrothed Turkafinwë here – she even gained back her powers Manwë stripped them off her – proving more than ever she was not tainted by oath or evil.

She coughed making her way though the rough and dangerous cliffsides – it was too windy for her to grow her wings and fly – her wings were no where near as strong as the herald’s wings. She slipped once or twice – but eventually made towards a blinding light and making her shut her eyes. Moisture collected on her eyes and she tried to adjust her eyes to sudden glow of light.

The crying made from the light – or she stepped closer, slowly and cautiously. Quildalótien gasped in shock and amazement seeing three different lights shine brightly, she wondered by she did not see it before. But what was even more surprising was the fact the light came from three different children – crying out in a feeling she knew all too well. . .

Quildalótien sighed and sat beside them, her hair dangling just above them – with a shaky breath she looked down them and then do her hands. With a deep breath she weaved her magic through her fingers with a low and soft hum - gracefully and slowly going through the motions as wisps of magic spill from her hands and weave between her fingers into the air, petals of roses and sparks of what appeared to Starlight danced above the three children – Quildalótien hoped it would be enough to make them at least stop crying, who knows how long they have been out here and while she was no expert in motherhood she knew crying at this rate was terrible for them.

[living-gems-of-treelight]

"Twins among elves are a rarity, but triplets?" Celebrimbor shook his head, still silently admiring them. "It is strange that something like that isn't commonly known. Also, Huan wasn't exactly communicative about these children." he looked at Quildalótien curiously.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

୧ *·˚ ❝ Starter for @living-gems-of-treelight┆↰

Quildalótien came the cries on infants among the roaring waves and rough. She didn’t know why she came along this way – when it was clear she should have accepted Eönwë’s offer to take her back to Valinor.

Afterall she has survived her punishment more than anyone after following her abusive ex-betrothed Turkafinwë here – she even gained back her powers Manwë stripped them off her – proving more than ever she was not tainted by oath or evil.

She coughed making her way though the rough and dangerous cliffsides – it was too windy for her to grow her wings and fly – her wings were no where near as strong as the herald’s wings. She slipped once or twice – but eventually made towards a blinding light and making her shut her eyes. Moisture collected on her eyes and she tried to adjust her eyes to sudden glow of light.

The crying made from the light – or she stepped closer, slowly and cautiously. Quildalótien gasped in shock and amazement seeing three different lights shine brightly, she wondered by she did not see it before. But what was even more surprising was the fact the light came from three different children – crying out in a feeling she knew all too well. . .

Quildalótien sighed and sat beside them, her hair dangling just above them – with a shaky breath she looked down them and then do her hands. With a deep breath she weaved her magic through her fingers with a low and soft hum - gracefully and slowly going through the motions as wisps of magic spill from her hands and weave between her fingers into the air, petals of roses and sparks of what appeared to Starlight danced above the three children – Quildalótien hoped it would be enough to make them at least stop crying, who knows how long they have been out here and while she was no expert in motherhood she knew crying at this rate was terrible for them.