Varda by hennethgalad

For in the Song of Nienna he perceived the Void, in which Arda moves, a glinting speck of Light amidst the unfathomable black depths and the endless darkness of naught. A horror and terror had seized him, he would have fallen had his very fear not locked his froze.

As the reader, I've always found it hard to get Ingwe and the Vanyar, there on the edge of the story, because they are the Good Children who find the light, and go straight to the peaceful city, and never come out.

This gives him such a beautiful context.

Ingwë doesn't often inspire fanfiction. A good character without contradictions does not always inspire as much interest or loyalty as one who shares a combination of flaws we understand and struggles for goodness as well. Pure evil even interests the fanfic writer more than the virtuous characters, whose flaws are not shown to us. So it was interesting to read an interpretation of Ingwë as being seduced by the beauty that Varda created and his fascination with the elements of mystery and longing contained in that beauty.

Thanks for giving me a new look at Ingwë--I was never able to relate to him very much at all before.

Why sir, you must not listen to calumny! I would defend Lady Hamilton's honor to the death.*

(* uh oh, fandom leakage: the beams must not cross!)