Summary: The three brothers join others waiting to watch the first rising of the sun.
A/n : I wrote this short-fic with the idea of the children of Aluin appearing before the proper forming of the sun and moon, and not after that.
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Minor DNI
It was a most strange labor, crafting and spinning and weaving in secret, then presenting that which could not be seen by neither God nor Elf. It was stranger still to bear witness to the sight of the Elder King afraid. And yet, this was the duty they had been charged with, and by the Father of all, no less, to aid the others and the new lights that were about to be released unto the world.
“The ships that bear the new lights have now been bound by the everlasting fetters of time.” Fanuin stood beside his brethren and kept an unwavering eye on the dark sky. The white marble path was now full with a throng of Eldar and Gods alike, all eager to witness the first rising of the brilliant golden orb that would forever herald the arrival of daylight. “And Arda will be changed forever."
“Aye,” Danuin agreed. “And then we must set our eyes to the tasks Eru charged us with.”
A hushed murmur rippled through the large crowd. “There,” Danuin pointed to the horizon. “And just as we planned as well.”
A thin strip of golden-yellow light flashed above the water. It grew brighter and brighter as the vessel bearing the sun rose higher and higher, painting the skies around it in vivid hues of yellow and pink and orange and gold. The others could not see the mighty fetters that bound ship and light to time, but they did, and they admired the works of their hands in silence.
“We have done well,” Fanuin declared, his entire being swelling with pride. “We have done very well, I think.”
The brothers exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Not another word was spoken as they all stood still and watched while the deep, dark curtain of night drew back when the sun first arose.
