Then Death descends, brutally. Naked souls, they bewail their Parting. But Fate is pitiless – pity is Nienna's privilege.
She claims it.
Before the throne of Brother Must-Be, she falls like righteousness, bears Lúthien humbly to her knees to Sing in her. For Sister Sorrowing sees past all pales of What Is to What Should Be, and from depths beyond depth, sues: Release!
Silence.
Wonder.
Then from Beyond of Fate, He answers: Eä!
Author's note: Eä: Let it be!
It is said that Lúthien was possessed by some ancient power of divine provenance when she confronted Carcharoth at the gates of Angband. I figure if it happened once in lesser circumstances, it can happen again in greater ones, because Námo is going to be far more powerful and difficult to sway than even the worst of wolves.
It is said that Lúthien was possessed by some ancient power of divine provenance when she confronted Carcharoth at the gates of Angband. I figure if it happened once in lesser circumstances, it can happen again in greater ones, because Námo is going to be far more powerful and difficult to sway than even the worst of wolves.