The year was 495 of the first age years of the sun. The place was a small park area in Gondolin. It was the height of spring and the world had come to life: baby birds tweeted from their hidden nests, crying out to be fed; the first of the summer bees buzzed around the carpet of bluebells, snowdrops and daffodils, feasting on the delights contained within. It was a calm evening, only the slightest of breezes present to nudge the spring blossoms off the trees to create a myriad of swirling petals to cascade down and create a warm blanket over the ground, still recovering from its winter cold.
In the midst of this scene of tranquillity sat alone was an elf woman, cradling a small bundle in her arms. Dark was her hair and grey her soft, gentle eyes which peered down lovingly at the bundle in her arms. Her slender, graceful figure was framed in a green silk robe which brushed the ground lightly, caressing the pale blossoms which carpeted the soft turf. Gently, her long fingers brushed over the bundle, causing a warm smile to light up her beautiful features. A faint movement came from the bundle, the slightest of wriggles before it stilled again. The elf’s smile became radiant as she peered down at the child in her arms, a new born elven infant girl, wriggling innocently in her mother’s arms.
A movement caught her eye and she looked up to see an elf man stood there, tall and proud as he peered down at the pair. Startled a little by his sudden arrival as she had not heard him coming due to the silent footsteps of their race, it took her a moment to take in his presence. Once that moment was up however a beaming smile lit up her features, mirrored by the smile on his. Seating himself, he moved to slide an arm around her, both of them gazing down at the sweet child in her arms. Quietly, so as not to disturb the infant, he spoke in his fair elvish voice,
“Have you thought of a name for her yet?” Shaking her head slightly, she leant against him as she replied,
“The dear child has left me uninspired in one aspect only and that is what to call such a beautiful creature.”
Silence descended once more as they pondered the conundrum, peering out as the evening shadows of twilight crept out of their hiding places, slowly descending on the pair. A gentle gust of wind blew more blossoms down on them, one falling down on the innocent babe causing her to waft her little arms, unable to grasp her torment. Her loving father brushed away the petal gently before suddenly smiling and saying,
“She is as beautiful as a blossom so she shall be named after one of these fine creations of nature! We shall commemorate this eve of glory in her name for all eternity. Lothuial! The Twilight Blossom she shall be called.” The two of them looked at each other before looking out across the sea of blossoms that surrounds them and finally they look down at the child and nod together.
“Lothuial…perfect!” She said; love and contentment in her words as the sun finally sunk beneath the horizon, leaving the two basking in the twilight, lost in love of each other and their new born child Lothuial. The twilight blossom.
