Day 14 - Where Do We Go From Here
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grundyscribblingTitle: Where Do We Go From Here
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Now that Anariel is safe (and asleep), there are a few other matters to sort out.
Word Count: 1185
When his sister lost consciousness, Elrohir jumped forward.
But the two maiar had her held firmly between them – not that he was entirely happy with that either.
He reached for Anariel, partly to reassure himself she hadn’t slipped back into the same state she’d just emerged from, partly because she’s his little sister, and he’s not going to leave her to these unknown… people.
“Carefully, young one,” Eönwë advised. “She is fragile.”
There was a sound from Uinen that might have been meant as a snort, but sounded more like the breaking of a wave.
“He is her brother, he will not damage her,” she told him dismissively.
“I am being cautious,” Manwë’s herald explained, sounding slightly irritated. “I desire to not be punched again.”
Elrohir blinked.
“When did Anariel hit you?” he asked in confusion.
Had he missed something?
“She did not hit me,” Eönwë huffed. “He did.”
His indignant gesture was more or less straight up, at the star overhead.
Elrohir probably shouldn’t have found that as amusing as he did. It certainly boded well for how Anariel would get along with their other grandfather.
She’ll be delighted, Elladan agreed, coming to stand beside him.
“We thank you for your aid, my lord, my lady,” he added aloud.
Elrohir was thankful his twin could still manage to be diplomatic. He was too tired for that.
“We should take her to Lorien at once,” Eönwë suggested. “She sleeps deeply enough that she will not even notice being moved.”
“What, now? Without our parents getting to see her and know she’s safe?” Elrohir demanded indignantly.
Aside from his outrage at the idea of delaying the reunion with their parents a single minute longer than necessary, he suspected Anariel would have strong views about having missed both the beginning and the end of the voyage.
Before Eönwë could reply, a new voice spoke.
“And what will you do, Herald of Manwë, when the child awakes, and panics because she recognizes nothing and no one?”
All eyes turned to the new arrival.
For a ship that appears to still be well out at sea, we have a remarkable number of visitors, Elladan commented.
“You are still some days from land,” Uinen told Elladan. “And there are not so many of us here.”
“Surely you wish her to heal as swiftly as possible?” Eönwë asked in surprise, ignoring Uinen and Elladan’s side conversation.
“Sleep is her main need at the moment, and she can do that as comfortably right here as in Lorien,” the dark haired and reassuringly elven looking maia replied, looking very intently at Anariel with a slight frown.
“She is staying with us,” Elrohir announced flatly. “We are taking her to our father.”
“Young one, there are many wise and experienced healers in Lorien,” Eönwë told him patiently. “Your father has learned a great deal there. It is no slight to him to say that she should be taken there without delay.”
Elrohir, be polite! Celeborn advised before Elrohir could say a word.
“Aunt, it is good to see you again,” Celeborn added aloud. “Boys, this is your grandmother Melian.”
Her eyes swept over him and his brother on their way to Celeborn, who rated a slight smile. But Melian turned back to Eönwë almost at once.
“The child will heal more swiftly with her brothers at hand. Their presence is reassuring. As the boy has told you, she will remain here.”
“I defer to your judgement, lady Melian,” Eönwë said with a respectful incline of his head. “Until we meet again, elves.”
He vanished a good deal less dramatically than he’d arrived, going from sitting to one side of Anariel to simply not being there anymore.
Elrohir slid in to take his place supporting Anariel. He was relieved to discover that unlike before, he could still feel the reassuring presence of her fëa. She was very tired, yes, and still healing from many injuries, but definitely asleep, not whatever she had been before.
He wondered if she really would sleep for a week as he laid her back down as gently as if she were a baby again. He couldn’t deny she needed rest to recover.
“How long are until Alqualondë?” Melian asked, looking to her fellow maia for an answer.
“For most ships, seven days,” Uinen said. “For this one…”
She paused, seemingly in thought.
“Less. Perhaps five. My lord will see to it that their remaining passage is as swift as possible. And I am sure the Lindar will send a pilot to guides them in who does not dally.”
Elrohir hadn’t known that maiar did something as elven as nod. He’d always thought of them communicating without words or gestures. At least, when talking among themselves. Mithrandir had seemed perfectly normal, but he had also been doing his best to appear as a Child.
“I have an elven mate, and lived among elves for many years, young one,” Melian told him. “Consequently, I am not a good example to base your judgement of my kindred on.”
Elrohir would normally have thought on that, but at the moment, he was weary in spirit and wanted to sleep much as his sister was doing.
“There is no reason you should not,” Melian said decisively. “All four of you – yes, I see you skulking around back there, Thranduil.”
It’s rather nice to see someone scolding Thranduil for a change, Elladan snickered. Shame Anariel’s sleeping through it.
“She’ll have other chances,” Elrohir said hopefully.
He was surprised to find pillows arranging themselves for him and Elladan on either side of Anariel. How was Melian doing that? Or was it Uinen?
“Sleep,” Melian told them, and this time it sounded less like a suggestion than a command. “You have kept watch long enough.”
“Will you remain here with us, Aunt?” Celeborn asked.
Melian shook her head.
“There are many on shore who will wish to know that all is if not well, at least better with the child. And Tindomiel is probably already trying to work out if she can make her way here.”
Elrohir frowned.
“How could Tinu get here?” he asked in confusion. “She’s no sailor.”
Melian laughed.
“She calls it the Key, though to me it simply seems like she has some of my gifts, much as young Elwing does. Happily, she has little experience trying to reach a place she has not been, cannot picture, and which is itself moving. So you can rest without worrying that your youngest sister will suddenly arrive.”
Elrohir could feel his brother was as curious about that statement as he was himself, and considerably more reluctant to have both of them sleep at the same time.
“You are all safe here,” Melian reassured them. “Rest now.”
There was a faint music that sounded like a cross between birdsong and elves singing to the summer stars.
Elrohir couldn’t have kept his eyes open if he’d wanted to.
“Good night, grandmother,” he murmured.
Though Melian was, as far as he knew, still standing near his grandfather, he had the sensation of a kiss brushing his forehead as he drifted off.
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Now that Anariel is safe (and asleep), there are a few other matters to sort out.
Word Count: 1185
When his sister lost consciousness, Elrohir jumped forward.
But the two maiar had her held firmly between them – not that he was entirely happy with that either.
He reached for Anariel, partly to reassure himself she hadn’t slipped back into the same state she’d just emerged from, partly because she’s his little sister, and he’s not going to leave her to these unknown… people.
“Carefully, young one,” Eönwë advised. “She is fragile.”
There was a sound from Uinen that might have been meant as a snort, but sounded more like the breaking of a wave.
“He is her brother, he will not damage her,” she told him dismissively.
“I am being cautious,” Manwë’s herald explained, sounding slightly irritated. “I desire to not be punched again.”
Elrohir blinked.
“When did Anariel hit you?” he asked in confusion.
Had he missed something?
“She did not hit me,” Eönwë huffed. “He did.”
His indignant gesture was more or less straight up, at the star overhead.
Elrohir probably shouldn’t have found that as amusing as he did. It certainly boded well for how Anariel would get along with their other grandfather.
She’ll be delighted, Elladan agreed, coming to stand beside him.
“We thank you for your aid, my lord, my lady,” he added aloud.
Elrohir was thankful his twin could still manage to be diplomatic. He was too tired for that.
“We should take her to Lorien at once,” Eönwë suggested. “She sleeps deeply enough that she will not even notice being moved.”
“What, now? Without our parents getting to see her and know she’s safe?” Elrohir demanded indignantly.
Aside from his outrage at the idea of delaying the reunion with their parents a single minute longer than necessary, he suspected Anariel would have strong views about having missed both the beginning and the end of the voyage.
Before Eönwë could reply, a new voice spoke.
“And what will you do, Herald of Manwë, when the child awakes, and panics because she recognizes nothing and no one?”
All eyes turned to the new arrival.
For a ship that appears to still be well out at sea, we have a remarkable number of visitors, Elladan commented.
“You are still some days from land,” Uinen told Elladan. “And there are not so many of us here.”
“Surely you wish her to heal as swiftly as possible?” Eönwë asked in surprise, ignoring Uinen and Elladan’s side conversation.
“Sleep is her main need at the moment, and she can do that as comfortably right here as in Lorien,” the dark haired and reassuringly elven looking maia replied, looking very intently at Anariel with a slight frown.
“She is staying with us,” Elrohir announced flatly. “We are taking her to our father.”
“Young one, there are many wise and experienced healers in Lorien,” Eönwë told him patiently. “Your father has learned a great deal there. It is no slight to him to say that she should be taken there without delay.”
Elrohir, be polite! Celeborn advised before Elrohir could say a word.
“Aunt, it is good to see you again,” Celeborn added aloud. “Boys, this is your grandmother Melian.”
Her eyes swept over him and his brother on their way to Celeborn, who rated a slight smile. But Melian turned back to Eönwë almost at once.
“The child will heal more swiftly with her brothers at hand. Their presence is reassuring. As the boy has told you, she will remain here.”
“I defer to your judgement, lady Melian,” Eönwë said with a respectful incline of his head. “Until we meet again, elves.”
He vanished a good deal less dramatically than he’d arrived, going from sitting to one side of Anariel to simply not being there anymore.
Elrohir slid in to take his place supporting Anariel. He was relieved to discover that unlike before, he could still feel the reassuring presence of her fëa. She was very tired, yes, and still healing from many injuries, but definitely asleep, not whatever she had been before.
He wondered if she really would sleep for a week as he laid her back down as gently as if she were a baby again. He couldn’t deny she needed rest to recover.
“How long are until Alqualondë?” Melian asked, looking to her fellow maia for an answer.
“For most ships, seven days,” Uinen said. “For this one…”
She paused, seemingly in thought.
“Less. Perhaps five. My lord will see to it that their remaining passage is as swift as possible. And I am sure the Lindar will send a pilot to guides them in who does not dally.”
Elrohir hadn’t known that maiar did something as elven as nod. He’d always thought of them communicating without words or gestures. At least, when talking among themselves. Mithrandir had seemed perfectly normal, but he had also been doing his best to appear as a Child.
“I have an elven mate, and lived among elves for many years, young one,” Melian told him. “Consequently, I am not a good example to base your judgement of my kindred on.”
Elrohir would normally have thought on that, but at the moment, he was weary in spirit and wanted to sleep much as his sister was doing.
“There is no reason you should not,” Melian said decisively. “All four of you – yes, I see you skulking around back there, Thranduil.”
It’s rather nice to see someone scolding Thranduil for a change, Elladan snickered. Shame Anariel’s sleeping through it.
“She’ll have other chances,” Elrohir said hopefully.
He was surprised to find pillows arranging themselves for him and Elladan on either side of Anariel. How was Melian doing that? Or was it Uinen?
“Sleep,” Melian told them, and this time it sounded less like a suggestion than a command. “You have kept watch long enough.”
“Will you remain here with us, Aunt?” Celeborn asked.
Melian shook her head.
“There are many on shore who will wish to know that all is if not well, at least better with the child. And Tindomiel is probably already trying to work out if she can make her way here.”
Elrohir frowned.
“How could Tinu get here?” he asked in confusion. “She’s no sailor.”
Melian laughed.
“She calls it the Key, though to me it simply seems like she has some of my gifts, much as young Elwing does. Happily, she has little experience trying to reach a place she has not been, cannot picture, and which is itself moving. So you can rest without worrying that your youngest sister will suddenly arrive.”
Elrohir could feel his brother was as curious about that statement as he was himself, and considerably more reluctant to have both of them sleep at the same time.
“You are all safe here,” Melian reassured them. “Rest now.”
There was a faint music that sounded like a cross between birdsong and elves singing to the summer stars.
Elrohir couldn’t have kept his eyes open if he’d wanted to.
“Good night, grandmother,” he murmured.
Though Melian was, as far as he knew, still standing near his grandfather, he had the sensation of a kiss brushing his forehead as he drifted off.
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Date: 2019-08-17 11:49 pm (UTC)As to why Eärendil took a swing, it had been a long day, he was down to his last nerve, and Anariel's urge to hit things isn't entirely from the Slayer. :)