In LOTR with Harry Potter system-Chapter 444 - 443
After bidding farewell to the High King of the Teleri, Sylas and Arwen departed Swan Harbor, the place where they had dwelled for more than a thousand years. Together, they traveled eastward along the coastal road, heading toward the great city of Tirion, which stood beside the Calacirya, the Pass of Light.
The Calacirya, meaning "Cleft of Radiance," was a vast opening in the Pelóri Mountains, carved by the Valar so that the light of the Two Trees of Valinor might pass through and illuminate the lands beyond. Through this pass, the radiance of Telperion and Laurelin once flowed freely, lighting Eldamar, Alqualondë, the western isles, and even the distant shores of Middle-earth.
Before the rising of the Sun and Moon, this cleft had been the sole source of light for the lands east of Aman.
After the destruction of the Two Trees, the Calacirya lost its role as a conduit of divine light. Yet it remained the only eastern passage through the Pelóri, and thus the most vital gateway between Valinor and the Outer Lands.
At the heart of this pass, upon the green slopes of Túna, stood Tirion upon Túna, the foremost city of the Noldor, radiant with white stone and silver towers, a gathering place of many elven kindreds, and the crown jewel of Aman.
This was Sylas and Arwen’s destination.
Tirion and Its Lord
The ruler of Tirion was High King Finarfin, father of Galadriel and Arwen’s maternal grandfather.
During the long centuries when Sylas secluded himself in meditation, Arwen had visited Tirion many times to see her kin, Galadriel, Celeborn, and the other lords of the Noldor. On one such visit, their son Elroth had accompanied her, and his unusual bearing had drawn the attention of King Finarfin himself.
The High King, discerning wisdom beyond the child’s years, kept Elroth near for a time, instructing him personally in lore, history, and the ancient traditions of the Eldar.
Though Sylas could have reached Tirion instantly by bending space and time, he chose instead to travel slowly with Arwen, walking the ancient roads of Valinor, savoring the land they so rarely had time to truly see.
The Beauty of Valinor
Valinor was the Blessed Realm, unmarred by sickness, decay, or death. All things there preserved the freshness of Arda’s first Spring.
Perhaps it was because the land had once been bathed in the light of the Two Trees; perhaps it was the lingering harmony of the Music of the Ainur. Whatever the reason, everything in Valinor shimmered faintly, as though the world itself remembered perfection.
Even night was never truly dark.
Plants unknown to Middle-earth flourished freely, masterpieces of Yavanna, the Giver of Fruits. Veins of precious minerals lay exposed in the hillsides, gemstones glinting openly, gifts of Aulë’s craft. The beasts of the land, horses of unmatched grace, gentle cattle, faithful hounds, were all creations shaped in the earliest days of the world.
At night, Varda kindled the heavens with stars, setting the firmament ablaze with eternal light, while Nienna granted gentle dreams, allowing all who slept to awaken renewed.
And through it all, the land itself seemed young, forever preserved in beauty by the will of the Valar.
Even after more than a thousand years in Aman, Sylas still found his heart stirred by the sight.
Their journey took nearly a month.
When at last they reached the Calacirya, Sylas could not help but draw in a quiet breath of awe.
The Pelóri Mountains rose like a wall between world and sky, the tallest range in all of Arda, raised to shield Valinor from the tumults of the Outer Lands. Yet here, that mighty barrier was split cleanly apart, forming a colossal cleft that seemed carved by divine hands.
Through it streamed the last golden light of the setting Sun over the Western Sea, a radiant beam that once carried illumination as far as Middle-earth itself.
The Calacirya was vast beyond measure, so wide that even traveling straight through its length would take more than a week. At its heart stood Tirion, pressed against the northern slopes of Túna.
To the south, sheer cliffs plunged thousands of feet downward, and atop those heights rose the distant peak of Taniquetil, throne of Manwë, crowned in cloud and starlight.
Taniquetil was the highest peak of the Pelóri Mountains, the loftiest height in all of Arda.
At its summit stood the palace of Manwë Súlimo, Elder King of Arda, and Varda Elentári, Queen of the Stars, the Palace of Ilmarin.
Ilmarin rested above the clouds, close beneath the stars themselves, and was the highest dwelling place in the world. The palace was so remote and so exalted that even the keenest-eyed Elves could glimpse only its radiance from afar, a brilliant, star-like glow crowning the mountain peak.
Very few could ever reach Ilmarin.
Only those personally summoned by Manwë were permitted to ascend to that sacred height and behold the palace with their own eyes. It was said that from Ilmarin one could look out upon Middle-earth itself, for it was the only place in Aman from which the lands beyond the Sea could still be seen.
Sylas raised his head, gazing toward the towering cliffs above Taniquetil. His sight pierced the drifting clouds, yet even then he could perceive only a faint golden brilliance, unable to discern the true form of the palace.
Though curiosity stirred within him at the sight of this highest dwelling in Arda, Sylas did not dare to look for long. To draw the attention of the lord of that place, intentionally or otherwise, would not be wise.
Even throughout history, Manwë, Lord of the Winds, had always been spoken of with the greatest reverence. Gandalf himself held Manwë in the highest esteem, describing him as just, wise, and merciful.
Yet Sylas had never met him.
And until he did, he would not presume to judge his nature.
For Manwë and Melkor, once called Morgoth, had been of the same order in the beginning, both among the greatest of the Ainur. Thus, even after Morgoth rebelled, contended for dominion over the world, and brought ruin during the Ages of the Lamps and the Two Trees, he was not destroyed outright.
Instead, he was imprisoned.
Out of pity, the Valar once released him, only for Morgoth to betray their mercy yet again. He destroyed the Two Trees, slew Finwë, stole the Silmarils, and ultimately brought about the War of Wrath.
In the end, Morgoth was defeated by the Host of the West, bound with Angainor, the Chain of the Valar, and cast into the Void Beyond the World, never to return.
All of this Sylas had learned over the long centuries, from Gandalf, from the Elves of Aman, and from the deep records of Valinor. Many truths of the world lay hidden in such lore.
After one final glance toward the heights of Taniquetil, Sylas withdrew his gaze and turned instead toward the city before him.
Tirion upon Túna
The walls of Tirion upon Túna gleamed pure white, layered and rising in graceful tiers. From a distance, the city resembled a sacred citadel of light.
Its walls were built from pale stone quarried from the Pelóri, its roads dusted with crushed crystal, and its stairways fashioned from polished glass that caught and scattered the light.
The city was vast, covering the green slopes of Túna, filled with countless towers and halls. At its center stood the tallest tower of all, shining with a silver glow visible even from the Sea.
This was the chief city of the Noldor.
The Elves who dwelled here were for the most part dark-haired, noble in bearing, and rich in wisdom. Where the Teleri of Alqualondë had learned the arts of the sea, shipbuilding and navigation, from the Lords of the Waters, the Noldor had long been close to Aulë, the Vala of Craft.
From him they had inherited unmatched skill in forging, shaping, and creation.
Thus Tirion was a city of scholars and craftsmen. Here stood guilds of smiths and artisans, and within its halls Elves exchanged lore, perfected techniques, and brought forth works of breathtaking beauty.
At the heart of Tirion’s great square grew a colossal white tree, its branches reaching high into the sky, crowned with countless blossoms of pure white light, radiating gentle vitality.
This tree had been shaped by Yavanna, modeled after Telperion, the Silver Tree of Valinor, though it did not shine with Telperion’s divine radiance, it carried an echo of that ancient grace.
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