Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| What the water gave me |
B2MeM Challenge:I 22: Economy: Climatic change; Femslash: Valier; Four cards: order, cascade, small, dogwood Format: drabble Genre: Healing sex? Crackfic? Rating: Um... K+? Teen? Warnings: Incest; symbolism; splinters (probably). Characters: Yavanna and Vána Pairings: Yavanna/Vána Summary: Lay me down, Florence... |
| What the water gave me After the Sun and the Moon rose, Yavanna was disconsolate. In mourning, she became a yew, weeping poison-pit arils. Time’s order unraveled: Winter fell, and would not lift, ‘til Vána, weary of white, went to her sister-yew as a cascade of small birds, feathering her branches, which trembled. The birds sang green hope, eating the berries, bearing away bitter seeds. The yew laid bare, Vána unarrayed came, and in loving flood laid her down at its roots as a new spring. Branches lifted – Yavanna shuddered. The next day no yew, but a full-flowered dogwood stood upon Ezellohar. Winter had passed. Title and summary come from Florence and the Machine's What the Water Gave Me. |