Valinorism/The Royal Library
"Sir! Sir!" said one if the newly installed temple worked in Lissambar. "There's a messenger from the Royal Library! He claims to have private business with you. Where should you like to meet him?"
"Send him to one of the small rooms off the north side of the temple, please. I will meet with him shortly." Sir Micah hurriedly got himself ready as he was admittedly attempting to have another vision, anxious about not having many answers as to what exactly Valinor means or what significance this tree plays in it. "Hopefully Monterys found the book and sent me some answers," Sir Micah says hopefully.
Sweeping into the chamber, Sir Micah warmly greets the messenger, inquiring as to how the ride was out to Lissambar, what he thought of the temple, and generally holding a warm conversation. "Please, visit the shrine before you leave. Maybe you will find something there you didn't realize you were missing!" The messenger nods his head, clearly in awe of the situation unfolding before him. He hands Sir Micah the book, "The Prime Minister sent this book for you; he said it was of utmost importance and to deliver to your hand right away!"
"Thank you, this is quite helpful. Go ahead, go look around the temple; please stick around in case I need you to send word back to the Prime Minister on my behalf." The messenger leaves the chamber and goes into the main temple, mingling with the many faithful followers of Lissambar.
Finally alone, Micah touches the book and feels a shiver go down his spine. He can tell right away that this is no ordinary book; it was made by the elves themselves. They must have left it behind when they sailed off not too long ago. As he opened the book, the scent of a book made long ago overcame him. The beautiful elven script before him filled the pages, so wonderous, so *perfect*. The art inside of it was second to none -- the elves surely had masterful artists and scribes.
Flipping through the pages, Micah notices one beautiful drawing that catches his eye. It looks similar to the one in the vision, with beautiful white light cascading through the branches. A note in the margin, scribbled in what is clearly human scrawl, catches his eye - it reads "Valinor - Land of the Gods.....Iniarbel - Tree of the Beginning."
Eyes wide with shock, Micah finally has an old memory return -- as a young boy growing up in Sirion, these were elven words once known to him, immortalized in songs and nursery rhymes, and in stories of legends told by noble and peasant families alike to their small children. The memory fades, and immediately Micah feels his stomach lurch up to his throat and watched the world around him quickly disappear, as of he simply stepped off the edge of the World, until nothing was left except darkness.
