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elvenpirateladyDrabble post: take 2. Drabbles as requested at this post (quite a while ago...) but better late than never, yes?
Shall I do it again? I think I'll wait until the holidays roll around, but yes.
Meeting - for techno_dann, who requested young Galadriel, her half-cousins, and Fëanor.
‘They’re my cousins? They’re all my cousins?’
‘Yes.’
‘But there are so many! I’ll never be able to tell them apart!’
Irissë smiled patiently. ‘It gets easier with time, although I don’t think anyone will ever be able to tell Ambarussa apart. Come on, they don’t bite.’
As soon as they approached, one of the dark-haired brothers (Tyelkormo, perhaps? She was sure that she would never learn all the names) and swept them a graceful bow, although his dignity was ruined by a broad grin. ‘Irissë, welcome as always! But who is this lovely young lady?’
‘Artanis,’ she said shyly, and watched as Tyelko’s smile was reflected across six faces, while another appeared briefly on the face of Fëanor, who stood not far away.
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Notes: young, nervous Galadriel had to be written to be believed. Since this is set in Valinor, I've used their Quenya names, so Irissë is Aredhel, Ambarussa is both Amrod and Amras, Tyelkormo is Celegorm, and Artanis is of course Galadriel. I do admit to being curious about the possibility of Aredhel/Celegorm - it might have saved a lot of trouble.
techno_dann, who requested young Galadriel, her half-cousins, and Fëanor.‘They’re my cousins? They’re all my cousins?’
‘Yes.’
‘But there are so many! I’ll never be able to tell them apart!’
Irissë smiled patiently. ‘It gets easier with time, although I don’t think anyone will ever be able to tell Ambarussa apart. Come on, they don’t bite.’
As soon as they approached, one of the dark-haired brothers (Tyelkormo, perhaps? She was sure that she would never learn all the names) and swept them a graceful bow, although his dignity was ruined by a broad grin. ‘Irissë, welcome as always! But who is this lovely young lady?’
‘Artanis,’ she said shyly, and watched as Tyelko’s smile was reflected across six faces, while another appeared briefly on the face of Fëanor, who stood not far away.
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Notes: young, nervous Galadriel had to be written to be believed. Since this is set in Valinor, I've used their Quenya names, so Irissë is Aredhel, Ambarussa is both Amrod and Amras, Tyelkormo is Celegorm, and Artanis is of course Galadriel. I do admit to being curious about the possibility of Aredhel/Celegorm - it might have saved a lot of trouble.
Before Dawn - for _grayswandir_, who requested Eowyn and Theodred pre-LOTR.
It was on the day that Eomer first rode with the soldiers that they struck their bargain. He remembered with great clarity how his cousin – ten years old, hastily dressed, hair still bound loosely in night braids, eyes rimed and heavy with sleep – was juxtaposed sharply against the backdrop of men, horses, and armour. He assumed that she had come to give her brother one last goodbye, but she turned towards him instead.
‘You’ll look after him, won’t you?’
Theodred pretended to consider it for a moment. ‘Yes, although it will most likely be a difficult task.’ He continued, slyly, ‘You’ll have to do something for me in return.’
Her face tightened in apprehension. ‘What?’
‘You’ll have to look after my father.’
She also gave it a moment’s thought, before thrusting her hand towards him. ‘Yes. I agree.’
After that, it became a routine. That simple affirmation sustained him as Rohan became darker, and he comforted himself with the knowledge that there was at least one person whom he could trust to keep her word.
Many years later, as he lay dying in the Fords of Isen, the words came back to him…
‘Look after my brother.’
‘Look after my father.’
…and he hoped that Eowyn would be able to keep her end of the bargain.
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Notes: Theodred's death at the Fords of Isen is bookverse, because I like it that way. Eowyn is ten years old here, Eomer would be fourteen. It's a bit longer than I intended, but the muse got away from me.
_grayswandir_, who requested Eowyn and Theodred pre-LOTR.It was on the day that Eomer first rode with the soldiers that they struck their bargain. He remembered with great clarity how his cousin – ten years old, hastily dressed, hair still bound loosely in night braids, eyes rimed and heavy with sleep – was juxtaposed sharply against the backdrop of men, horses, and armour. He assumed that she had come to give her brother one last goodbye, but she turned towards him instead.
‘You’ll look after him, won’t you?’
Theodred pretended to consider it for a moment. ‘Yes, although it will most likely be a difficult task.’ He continued, slyly, ‘You’ll have to do something for me in return.’
Her face tightened in apprehension. ‘What?’
‘You’ll have to look after my father.’
She also gave it a moment’s thought, before thrusting her hand towards him. ‘Yes. I agree.’
After that, it became a routine. That simple affirmation sustained him as Rohan became darker, and he comforted himself with the knowledge that there was at least one person whom he could trust to keep her word.
Many years later, as he lay dying in the Fords of Isen, the words came back to him…
‘Look after my brother.’
‘Look after my father.’
…and he hoped that Eowyn would be able to keep her end of the bargain.
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Notes: Theodred's death at the Fords of Isen is bookverse, because I like it that way. Eowyn is ten years old here, Eomer would be fourteen. It's a bit longer than I intended, but the muse got away from me.
Namesake - for b2wm, who requested Nandi and the Nandor.
‘Nandoriel?’ Inara raised her elegant eyebrows questioningly.
Nandi glanced down and swung her feet, wishing that her friend hadn’t brought up the topic. ‘Mama heard it in a book once and thought it was pretty. They were folk living in trees, or somethin’.’
‘Oh, that’s nice.’ Inara’s normally serene faced crinkled into a grimace. ‘Better than mine, anyway. I was named after some great-aunt that I only met once, and she had horrible teeth. Yours is much more interesting.’
Nandi shrugged, and turned back to the view. From what she’d read, those Nandor folk had certain views about her chosen profession… as had her mother. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly, ‘much more interesting.’
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Notes: for the Nandor, and all of Tolkien's elves, sex = marriage. You can imagine what the Companions would think about that. The sources of the names are pure conjecture on my part, and I am solely responsible for the great-aunt.
b2wm, who requested Nandi and the Nandor.‘Nandoriel?’ Inara raised her elegant eyebrows questioningly.
Nandi glanced down and swung her feet, wishing that her friend hadn’t brought up the topic. ‘Mama heard it in a book once and thought it was pretty. They were folk living in trees, or somethin’.’
‘Oh, that’s nice.’ Inara’s normally serene faced crinkled into a grimace. ‘Better than mine, anyway. I was named after some great-aunt that I only met once, and she had horrible teeth. Yours is much more interesting.’
Nandi shrugged, and turned back to the view. From what she’d read, those Nandor folk had certain views about her chosen profession… as had her mother. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly, ‘much more interesting.’
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Notes: for the Nandor, and all of Tolkien's elves, sex = marriage. You can imagine what the Companions would think about that. The sources of the names are pure conjecture on my part, and I am solely responsible for the great-aunt.
Shall I do it again? I think I'll wait until the holidays roll around, but yes.
