Two trees lit the world? How beautiful! Trees were important in elven lore here in Thedas too. All elves on their death had a tree planted over their grave, so that their body might provide the means for the seedling to grow into a healthy, strong tree that would withstand the ages. In that way, the elves could live on.
Ellana watched as Galadriel retrieved the phial, and her breath caught in her throart. She gingerly set her makeshift pole down as well, and glanced up at Galadriel for permission before she gently took the phial in both hands, cradling it in her palms. Even though she wasn't up close to the hole in the ice, she still felt paranoid that the phial would somehow slip out of her grasp and fall into the water, so she shifted a little away from the fishing hole to shield the precious item with her body.
She had no words to describe it as it glowed in her hands. As a mage, she had used as sorts of magic that lit up an area: fire, lightning, veilfire. But nothing could compare to this. Amazingly, she was able to focus enough to hear Galadriel's words even as she gazed into the wondrous light, and when she looked up at her friend, tears were flooding her eyes. She blinked and they fell, but she didn't dare raise a hand to wipe them away and risk dropping the phial.
"Starlight," she whispered. It was all she could say. That evening in the courtyard pointing out the constellations to Galadriel returned to her and she sniffled, looking back down at the light. What if something like this was here in an elven ruin, waiting to be discovered? Galadriel was right that the Light of Eärendil wasn't of this world, but that didn't mean something similar couldn't exist. If they had something that could invoke these emotions in her, then the People would be truly blessed and rewarded for all the trials they had endured.
"You have." Carefully, she handed the phial back, loathe to let it go but knowing that this was a symbol of what could be here in Thedas, waiting to be discovered. "I look at this and it fills me with hope that there are precious parts of our past waiting to be uncovered." It didn't matter who found them, as long as they were given to the People to cherish. But she would someday search. Nothing would be found if no one ever looked.
Ellana wiped at her wet face and giggled. "Ma serannas. Just letting me look on it is a gift."
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Ellana watched as Galadriel retrieved the phial, and her breath caught in her throart. She gingerly set her makeshift pole down as well, and glanced up at Galadriel for permission before she gently took the phial in both hands, cradling it in her palms. Even though she wasn't up close to the hole in the ice, she still felt paranoid that the phial would somehow slip out of her grasp and fall into the water, so she shifted a little away from the fishing hole to shield the precious item with her body.
She had no words to describe it as it glowed in her hands. As a mage, she had used as sorts of magic that lit up an area: fire, lightning, veilfire. But nothing could compare to this. Amazingly, she was able to focus enough to hear Galadriel's words even as she gazed into the wondrous light, and when she looked up at her friend, tears were flooding her eyes. She blinked and they fell, but she didn't dare raise a hand to wipe them away and risk dropping the phial.
"Starlight," she whispered. It was all she could say. That evening in the courtyard pointing out the constellations to Galadriel returned to her and she sniffled, looking back down at the light. What if something like this was here in an elven ruin, waiting to be discovered? Galadriel was right that the Light of Eärendil wasn't of this world, but that didn't mean something similar couldn't exist. If they had something that could invoke these emotions in her, then the People would be truly blessed and rewarded for all the trials they had endured.
"You have." Carefully, she handed the phial back, loathe to let it go but knowing that this was a symbol of what could be here in Thedas, waiting to be discovered. "I look at this and it fills me with hope that there are precious parts of our past waiting to be uncovered." It didn't matter who found them, as long as they were given to the People to cherish. But she would someday search. Nothing would be found if no one ever looked.
Ellana wiped at her wet face and giggled. "Ma serannas. Just letting me look on it is a gift."