Once upon a time

The sun was narrowing her shiny face to the endless ocean. The skies turned from the bright blue of the day to a dark purple and the last sparks of the sunlight painted the clouds orange. Their house was built from stones that the ocean had thrown on to the coast. The fence around was neatly made from white washed driftwood. Piece by piece Maeglin had carried it from the beach up to the place where he had desired to finally settle down.

Many miles had he walked across Valinor. Endless days long he had scanned the ground, the plains, the forests, the islands, the mountains and also the beaches. And one day he had come across a place that pulled the ellon instantly into it's magic.
He had reached this in the midst of the night and had laid down under the star filled skies to pass the time of darkness. Watching Eärendil sailing high above him, his eyes had finally closed to let him drift into restful sleep. The waves that thundered in the distance against the coast had been his lullaby. With the first morning light the sea gulls' cries had woken him and Arien had sent her first innocent sparks out to stroke his face.

Maeglin had crawled to his knees and then he had been overwhelmed. Tears of joys had traveled down his cheeks. He had found it. He finally was standing on the land, that he had been looking for, to build the home for his beloved . High above the ocean, on a lush carpet of dark green grass, that grew between maples, elms, chestnuts and oaks, on soil as black as volcanic soil, he had marked the ground and trees as his property.

That same day he had started to carry stones and driftwood from the beach to his land. And after several months of preparing, he had mounted his horse to ride away to find Gildor and Saelbeth, so they would assist him to build the house. And when they had finished the dwelling, the stables, the garden yards and also the furniture, they had returned to Alqualonde. Weeks later Maeglin finally had led Ireth has his bonded wife through the valleys and over the mountains to their house high above the ocean.

And the years passed into ages that they dwelt there, happy to be with each other forever. Maeglin still worked in his forge but he wrought different things than when he lived in Middle Earth. Here in Valinor no more weapons were needed. Still some elves came to his forge and ordered a mighty sword, but more to hang it on the wall as decoration or to teach their offspring how to wield it.

From time to time Maeglin and Ireth traveled back to Alqualonde to visit Saelbeth as well as Gildor. Maeglin went to the local market everytime to trade his work for things that he and Ireth could not produce themselves.
And while the ages passed, other elves settled around them and at some point a village had been founded and the Valar looked friendly at it. More and more elflings were born and at some point Maeglin and Ireth felt the desire to have some of their own too.

And the Valar blessed them and gave them Aglariel first. The little elleth had light hair like Ireth's mother but the striking dark but bright eyes of her adar. And when she had reached the age that Maeglin was to name her, he stroke her little golden haired head and called her Glorfinniel for the first time.

In the darkest night of the year, Ireth gave Maeglin a son on his begetting day. And they named him Arandur, when it was time. His hair was black, his eyes green like Ireth's and he was strong and protective and loved his sister very much.

One night when both of them had long reached majority and had left their parents house, Maeglin sat in front of the fireplace and started to write down the stories that he had told his elflings, when they were little....