Luthien FOS ~ Elven Twilight Maiden

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09/17/2023 12:17 PM 

LUTHIEN IN THE SKY with Diamonds

In the ancient realm of Middle-earth, there lived a maiden of unparalleled beauty and grace named Lúthien Tinúviel. Her eyes shone like the stars, and her voice could weave melodies that could mend even the deepest wounds of the heart. But it was not just her enchanting beauty that set her apart, for she was also the guardian of a Silmaril, a precious jewel filled with the radiant light of the Two Trees of Valinor.

After her mortal life had ended, Lúthien's spirit found solace among the stars, where she became the guardian of a precious Silmaril known as the Star of Eärendil, set in the heavens by the Valar as a beacon of hope for all who gazed upon it.

For ages, Lúthien watched over the radiant Silmaril, ensuring its safety and brightness as it shone down upon Middle-earth. But even the heavens were not beyond the reach of evil, and an enigmatic and malevolent wizard sought to summon the Silmaril to his dark purposes.

With a twisted incantation and a burst of dark magic, the wizard's spell ripped the Silmaril from the night sky. As Lúthien's spirit and the Silmaril arced across the heavens, their journey was not without consequence. The Silmaril began to pull away from her, drawn by its own destiny. With a burst of celestial energy, it broke free, streaking away in a different direction, leaving Lúthien's spirit to continue her descent toward the earth.

Meanwhile, the Silmaril descended into the ancient forest of Doriath, where it nestled among the leaves and branches of an ancient tree. There, it would remain hidden from the eyes of mortals and the grasp of evil. The wizard would need to find a way to locate it, and Luthien would be the key.

Lúthien, on the other hand, fell from the sky like a shooting star, her body broken and lifeless. But the ancient powers of Middle-earth were not done with her. As she landed amidst a grove of silver trees, she was not dead; the earth itself seemed to cradle her, and a warm, golden light enveloped her wounded body, knitting her bones and healing her wounds. Yet, when she finally awoke, her memory was lost, like a dream slipping through her fingers.

Confused and disoriented, Lúthien found herself in a dense forest, not knowing who she was or what her purpose had once been. But deep within her heart, a faint spark remained—a pull, an urge to find something she had lost, something that was still out there, somewhere in the world.

Lúthien awoke in a world she did not recognize, her memories fragmented and scattered like shards of glass. She felt a profound emptiness within, as if a part of her had been stolen. Yet, within her, an unshakable urge drove her to seek something lost, something that pulsed like a beacon in the depths of her soul—a connection to the fallen Silmaril.

With a sense of purpose she couldn't explain, Lúthien found herself drawn to the east, where the Silmaril had fallen. Her journey took her through dense forests, across winding rivers, and over towering mountains. Along the way, she encountered many wonders and dangers, but her determination never wavered.

Unbeknownst to Lúthien, the enigmatic wizard who had summoned the Silmaril was not the only one who had taken an interest in her fall. In the land of Middle-earth, Celegorm the Fair, a once-noble Elf who had been consumed by jealousy and greed, had observed her descent.

Celegorm saw an opportunity to exploit Lúthien's memory loss and newfound vulnerability. One day, as she walked along the banks of a river, he approached her, his voice dripping with feigned kindness and concern. "Fair maiden, you you seem lost, and I am here to help you find your way."

Luthien was startled to see a stranger, for he was the first person she had seen since falling to the earth. In fact, it had been centuries since she had seen others. "You would help me? I have lost my way. I do not how I even came to place. But everything seems different from what I remember. I need… to find it. There was something I lost."

Lúthien, her mind a fog of confusion, found herself drawn to this stranger who claimed to want nothing more than to assist her. She clung to him like a lifeline, relying on his guidance to navigate this unfamiliar world.

Celegorm, seizing the chance to manipulate her, wove a complex web of lies. He convinced Lúthien that they had shared a deep and passionate love in a past she could not remember. He told her that they had journeyed together to protect the Silmaril, the very jewel that had caused her fall from the sky. For he still clung to his cursed oath of the Sons of Feanor and sought to find it.

Together, they embarked on a quest to find the Silmaril—a quest Lúthien felt drawn to with an inexplicable longing. Unbeknownst to her, Celegorm had ulterior motives, seeking not only the Silmaril but also the heart of the beautiful maiden who had lost her memories.

As the days passed, a nagging doubt began to grow within Lúthien. There was something off about the story Celegorm had spun, a lingering sense that all was not as it seemed.

Deep within her, a flicker of Lúthien's true self remained, a spark that refused to be extinguished. It was a spark that would ultimately lead her to question everything and embark on a quest to uncover the truth about her past, the Silmaril, and the deceptions that threatened to ensnare her in a web of darkness. The path ahead would be treacherous, but Lúthien's undying spirit and the echoes of her love for Beren would guide her, even through the darkest deceptions of Middle-earth.


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