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WARNINGS!!
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Bad grammar
Cringe?
Cursing
Mention of nudity
Indonesian words
Some jokes you may not understand lol
It was a beautiful day outside. Manwë sat down in his garden, content to feel the grass under him and admire the beauty of the flowers around him.
But his day of leisure was cut short when a blinding light appeared beside him. Only when the light was subdued, did he see what it was.
It was a little girl, clutching two bags in her tiny little hands.
She wore strange clothing, a black skirt with a red and white line made into a tattersall pattern that barely reached to her knees, a slightly dirty white thin shirt with short sleeves, a sharped end ribbon tied onto her collar, a strange-looking black outer layer with the same pattern as her skirt, a pair of black and white socks, and shoes with laces.
The little girl looked like an elfling in Manwë's eyes, so small and fragile. But he knew that this girl was no ordinary one, after all, she appeared within a blinding light right beside him, as if she was sent by Eru himself.
Realizing that he could not keep this to himself, he lifted the unconscious little girl in his arms along with her bags and carried her to his halls.
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The moment Manwë arrived in his throne room, Varda immediately approached him, especially after spotting the unconscious little girl in her husband's arms.
"Who is this, my Lord?" She asked. She put her hand on her husband's arm as she looked at the little girl whose hand was now clutching her husband's outer robe tightly.
Manwë lightly shook his head. "I do not know, she appeared beside me while I was in the garden."
Varda looks at her husband, confusion written on her face. Then she looks at the unconscious little girl again.
"She is quite strange, does she not?"
"Indeed, her fëa is unlike what I have seen." He shrugged, his hair falling from his shoulder. "Although I must admit I am no expert, that would be Namo's place."
Varda smiled at her husband, "Then we shall inform him."
"You are right, my Queen. Please bring the child to the empty guest room of our halls. I will send a message for Namo."
With that Varda took the still unconscious little girl from her husband's arms along with the bags, before marching out of the throne room. And Manwë called his herald, Eonwë, to inform Namo of their little guest.
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Varda carried the little girl to a guest room where she gently lay the little girl on the bed and put the bags beside the bed.
She inspects the little girl's body, finding some injuries and bruises on her.
So, Varda begins on tending to the still-unconscious little girl's body. Placing bandages on her injuries and salve on her bruises.
While Varda is still focused on taking care of the unconscious little girl, Manwë has entered the room. He stood a little bit behind his wife, watching as his beloved Queen put salve and bandages on the small and thin body of the girl.
"Has Namo been informed of our little guest?" Varda asked, glancing at her husband before continuing on her task.
"He has and is making his way over as we speak."
"That is good"
After she is finished, Varda puts away all the equipment that she used. Then she walked back to the bed and knelt beside it. "I have noticed earlier while I was tending to the girl's injuries that her ears are round."
Cocking her head to the side, she delicately pushed the little girl's hair away, wanting her husband to see it by himself. "Maybe she is the new creation?"
Manwë hid his hand in his robe's sleeves and pondered. "It is possible but I doubt it."
"I wonder how she got here"
Before Manwë could say another word Varda stood sharply from her place and made her way back to him.
"The child wakes."
The girl opened her eyes slowly, blinking twice before her eyes widened and she sat up abruptly. She looked around the room and when she saw them she froze.
With her eyes are wide and her mouth agape, only one word escaped her mouth.
"Anjing."