In LOTR with Harry Potter system-Chapter 452 - 451
Seated beside ManwΓ«, hand in hand with him in shared spirit, was Varda. π§πππππ«π·π€πΏππ‘.ππ€πΆ
Her skin shone as though plated in silver starlight. Her eyes held the depths of the cosmos itself, ancient, luminous, unfathomable. Her hair flowed like a living galaxy, dark and shimmering with hidden constellations. A gentle yet profound aura surrounded her, at once warm and vast beyond measure.
She was considered the most beautiful and noble of all beings in Arda, the very embodiment of light, holy and radiant. Her bearing was gentle yet majestic, and she smiled warmly as she gazed upon the visiting guest.
Facing the most revered woman in all creation, Sylas bowed low and addressed ManwΓ« first:
"Respected King of Arda, Lord of the Sky and the Great Airs, Master of all Birds, the wizard Sylas sends his greetings!"
Then, inclining his head with a respectful nod toward Varda:
"Radiant and beautiful spirit, most noble of the Valier, Queen of the Stars, may your light shine upon Arda forevermore!"
"There is no need for such formality, Sylas." ManwΓ«'s voice was gentle yet carried the weight of the heavens. His deep blue eyes seemed to encompass the entire sky, clear, unwavering, impossibly vast. "I have long observed your deeds across Middle-earth."
He paused, and something like genuine admiration entered his expression.
"I never imagined that in so short a time you would achieve such mastery, possessing powers over time so profound and mysterious. It is truly remarkable."
ManwΓ«'s praise was not empty courtesy. Long ago, when Sylas first descended into the world of Arda, ManwΓ«, as Lord of the Sky, had naturally detected his arrival. Indeed, it was ManwΓ« himself who had used his power to steady Sylas's rapid descent, ensuring he landed safely in the Shire.
The Elder King did not know the truth of Sylas's nature as a transmigrator. He knew only that Sylas's appearance in Arda had been the work of Eru IlΓΊvatar, the Creator, and he believed Sylas to be a newly created life, a being fashioned by Eru's own hand. Though ManwΓ« had found it curious that IlΓΊvatar would send a human possessing some measure of magical ability, he was the most faithful executor of Eru's will. He trusted that the Creator's actions served a purpose, and so he had kept a watchful eye on Sylas from above.
It was also ManwΓ« who had quietly encouraged his subordinate Gandalf to seek Sylas out and befriend him.
Now, witnessing Sylas, once a mere human wizard, successfully ascend to the rank of an Ainu and claim dominion over time, ManwΓ« felt his faith confirmed. Sylas stood among the highest order of beings and wielded the most enigmatic power in Arda.
This inspired both awe and a deepened reverence among the Valar , not for Sylas alone, but for IlΓΊvatar. Truly, only the Creator could produce such a being. Sylas was the ApanΓ³nar, the "Last-Created", fashioned by Eru's own design.
Unlike ordinary mortals, he was extraordinary.
Facing the Elder King's praise, Sylas was neither arrogant nor falsely humble. He inclined his head slightly.
"You honor me greatly."
He could sense from ManwΓ« a genuine warmth, not condescension, not the detached benevolence of a superior, but something closer to the regard one held for an equal. This puzzled Sylas. Though he wielded the power of time, he was still far from achieving the rank of a true Lord of Time. That lay in the distant future. ManwΓ«, as King of the Valar, held the supreme position, there was no obvious reason for such gracious hospitality.
Still, the Elder King's friendliness put him at ease. Whatever ManwΓ«'s reasons, his warmth felt sincere.
Sylas set his questions aside. With a wave of his hand, he drew from the spatial dimension he carried two pairs of living creatures, and presented them before the throne.
"Respected ManwΓ«. Honored Varda. These are my creations, the Thunderbird and the Phoenix. I hope they please you."
A space cleared in the great hall as the creatures materialized.
The Thunderbird was magnificent, large and powerful, clad in feathers of deepest blue, wreathed in crackling arcs of lightning. It stood like a storm incarnate, a living god of thunder.
The Phoenix was its counterpart in grace, smaller, the size of a great swan, enveloped in golden-red flames that radiated divine warmth. Its melodious song echoed through the hall, carrying with it the essence of hope, courage, and the power to banish darkness.
ManwΓ«'s azure eyes brightened at the sight of them, and, as if in response to his delight, the very sky above Arda grew clearer.
All who dwelt in Valinor knew that the Elder King loved birds above all creatures. He was called the Master of all Birds, and the Great Eagles served as his messengers and sentinels, watching over Arda on his behalf. Both the Thunderbird and the Phoenix were perfectly suited to his heart, but the Thunderbird most of all. It could command lightning, influence the weather, and summon storms, powers that resonated naturally with ManwΓ«'s own dominion over wind and sky.
It was, quite simply, a gift crafted for him.
ManwΓ« smiled, a rare, open expression of genuine pleasure, and extended his hand. The Thunderbird, as though recognizing its destined master, let out a joyful cry and took wing, soaring toward the Elder King. As it flew, it grew smaller and smaller, shrinking until it alighted upon his outstretched palm, barely visible
A multitude of hawks, great and small, perched atop the scepter of the Elder King as the tiny Thunderbird settled among them.
"Sylas, thank you for this gift. I am most pleased with this Thunderbird." ManwΓ« stroked the creature's feathers with evident delight, then turned to Sylas with an expression warmer than before. "I have named him ArolohΓΊdal, 'Holy Thunder.' The Thunderbird shall be part of my household, sharing dominion over the skies alongside the Great Eagles."
As soon as the words left his lips, ManwΓ« poured a surge of his own divine power into the Thunderbird.
ArolohΓΊdal let out a piercing, joyful cry. His body swelled, rapidly, dramatically, and wreathed in crackling lightning, the Thunderbird burst from the halls of Ilmarin and soared into the clouds beyond. The calm sea of clouds that perpetually wreathed Taniquetil churned instantly, darkening into towering thunderheads. Lightning split the sky. Thunder rolled across Valinor.
The Thunderbird, now over a hundred meters in wingspan, blazed with dense arcs of electricity, radiating an aura of breathtaking power. In a single act of divine investiture, ManwΓ« had elevated the creature to the rank of a Maia.
Across Valinor, the Ainur looked skyward in astonishment. A heavy downpour, rare and unheralded in the Blessed Realm, swept across the land, the dark clouds momentarily obscuring the graceful arc of the Sun-vessel as it crossed the heavens.
Inside Ilmarin, Sylas watched the Thunderbird blazing with its newfound Maia-level aura and couldn't help but marvel inwardly. He was awed by ManwΓ«'s ability to casually elevate a creature to such heights, and pleased that the Thunderbird had received such an extraordinary blessing. After all, Sylas had crafted the creature himself, and now it had won the Elder King's favor and been granted divine investiture. That was a staggering, almost unimaginable boon, the kind of fortune countless beings across Arda would have longed for.
A flicker of wistful regret passed through him. If only the original Thunderbird, Thorondor, had been able to come to Valinor, he might have met this new kindred spirit today.
But the thought was fleeting, and Sylas shook his head, dismissing it. Before they had departed Middle-earth, Thorondor, had already settled down comfortably, mated with the Great Eagles, and sired an entire clan of Thunderbirds. He was probably far too content to concern himself with anything else. Besides, Thorondor had already sworn himself to Sylas as his master, it would never have been appropriate to offer him to the Elder King.
To return to the matter at hand: ManwΓ« had chosen the Thunderbird, taking ArolohΓΊdal as his companion and investing him with divine power. The Phoenix, naturally, was presented to Varda.
The Star-Queen admired the magnificent creature with equal delight, naming her CalarΓ‘en, "Brilliant Beauty." Though Varda did not elevate the Phoenix to the same rank as ManwΓ« had the Thunderbird, she bestowed upon CalarΓ‘en a gift no less profound: true immortality. Henceforth, even if mortally wounded, the Phoenix could be reborn through fire, a cycle of death and resurrection without end.
The Thunderbird and the Phoenix thus remained in Ilmarin, becoming the personal messengers of ManwΓ« and Varda.
[System Notification: Hogwarts Sign-In System, Location detected: PelΓ³ri Mountain Range, Taniquetil, Ilmarin. Sign-in available. Proceed?]
The notification materialized in Sylas's awareness. His pulse quickened slightly.
"Sign in," he murmured inwardly.
[Sign-in successful. Congratulations, you have obtained: Department of Mysteries, Planetary Room Solution!]
In the space of a heartbeat, an ocean of knowledge flooded into Sylas's mind, the accumulated cosmic and astronomical wisdom gathered by countless wizards across hundreds of thousands of years in the wizarding world. This was the culmination of their research into the deepest mysteries of the universe, the very work that had inspired the creation of the Planetary Room within the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.
The Department of Mysteries predated even the Ministry itself. The Planetary Room was the crystallization of wizardkind's greatest efforts to understand the cosmos, a chamber containing a miniature solar system, complete with floating planetary models that realistically simulated the laws of celestial motion. Each model traced its own precise orbital path through the air, moving in perfect harmony.
It was staggering to consider. So many ages ago, long before the development of science and technology, wizards had already possessed such a profound understanding of the universe and its workings.
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