Who Will Hear Me? by XirinOfArvada  

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Fanwork Information

Summary:

A lonely elf finds a flute half buried beneath the sand and wonders if its owner will hear him when he calls.

Major Characters: Salgant

Major Relationships:

Genre: General

Challenges: Title Track

Rating: General

Warnings:

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 457
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Mermaid's Flute

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It was slender and yet twisted, carved by song rather than the hands of elves. Wet still by the brine of the sea from whence Salakanto had found it. It had been half-buried beneath the white sands by the cove where he oft found his reprieve. Where water met with song and where his witnesses were the sea and the cove. 

He turned the flute over between his fingers, a tune rumbling from his throat like music plucked from a harp. The nails on his fingertips, grazed against the smooth surface of the instrument and yet left no mar upon it. He held it to catch the light of Telperion past the shadowy roof of the cove and marvelled as the colour changed from something pale and grey to a hue of pale saffron and gold.

Fascinating, he thought with a smile as he drew the instrument to his chest and wondered who among the creatures within the domain of Ulmo had wrought it. He would not keep it for himself. The thought alone made him sick. Such a treasure was not for the halls of one who did not craft it but simply found it by chance. Nay it belonged only to who may have carved it from coral and shaped it with evident love and care.

So he sat there on a rock, the flute resting on his thigh as the water lapped at his toes. His eyes, grey with circles of blue as were the eyes of the daughters of Olwe did glimmer in Telperion’s light as he craned his neck and sought clues amidst the waves. This must be the make of a mermaid, he thought. Would one answer if I sang? Would she hear me past the waves that surely cloak the realm of Ulmo?

And yet… How shall he return this instrument to the one who owned it? He could not keep it forever for it would not be right. He could not covet that which he did not craft nor that which had not been given to him as a gift.

But who will hear me? He thought sullenly, the silver of his hair catching Telperion’s glow. Who will hear me when I have been alone here for many years? I have sung to no one but myself these many years with none to listen. I am now grown into my age and lonesome by the reckoning of my folk. All I have to heart are these quiet waves and the turtles who go about their ancient days.

Who will hear me sing?

Yet even as he doubted—he sang—for Salakanto was of the Eldar, and Illuvatar did not make His Children to be alone forever. 

Chapter End Notes

I hope you all enjoyed this! Salgant is my precious child. 

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