Odd Muse

[maiar]

You speak of days far in my future - days where I am old and grey or, worse, old and white. What is the name you gave me? Gandalf? Shall I awaken from my dream and become a..."wand elf"?

{The amusement is obvious in his words and, for those who don't know his current name, it means "dream". For an Istari of many names - particularly in his future - he likes to keep track of what they mean and how he earned them.}

We Istari are few. It does not surprise me that we are confused with Elven-kind.

Comments

[sulimo]

Grey indeed, and white, and yet always who you are meant to be.

[maiar]

How could I be anyone else? I do not delight in masks.

[nir]

Grey is your shade for a reason, Olorin, and you will wear it with pride.

[maiar]

A shade that is easily overlooked; a shade that does not boast nor draw the eye. I shall accept it in the presence of Saruman.

[nir]

A somber shade, of pity and grief.

[Nienna draws her grey hood over her hair, then stretches a hand out to him.]

It is a reminder to you, first and foremost.

[maiar]

Of the reason I must go. {He cannot dispute her - nor does he want to - but he is fearful.} I do not see my worth.

{Even touching her hand is done with care.}

[nir]

Of where you come from, [she corrects him gently, squeezing his hand.] Of what you have learned--endurance, pity, and wisdom. Do not doubt your worth. It will prove itself many times in the days to come.

[maiar]

I come from a realm that would know little of endurance, pity and wisdom if it were not for your guidance. {He is fond of her lessons and he devours the knowledge she provides. Spirits who might encounter fleshly beings - are destined to in his case - can't help but be curious.} I shall not forget.