Fic A Day, Day 15 - Surfacing
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grundyscribblingTitle: Surfacing
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: She didn't sleep for a week.
Word Count: 730ish
Note: Ran out of writing time. Hopefully will manage longer tomorrow.
Note 2: Apparently I forgot to cross-post more than one day.
When Anariel opened her eyes, everything was far too bright. She squinched them shut again against the rude sunlight, and covered them with her hands for good measure.
“I could have sworn you announced you intended to sleep for a week,” her brother’s amused voice told her.
The brightness dimmed somewhat.
She cautiously opened an eye, and peeked out from under her hand to find Elrohir arranging a section of sail to give her some shade.
Everything was still ridiculously bright, but taking it slowly this time helped.
“How long have I been out?” she asked.
“Since Cerin Amroth, or since you told Morgoth to get lost?”
She gave him a look. He knew perfectly well what she meant. And she wasn’t ready to think about the first one just yet.
“Only three days,” he replied. “We honestly expected you to sleep all the way to Alqualondë. And not just because that’s what you said you’d do.”
“We’re still on the boat?” she asked excitedly, bolting upright.
Ok, so maybe that hadn’t been the best idea. A lot of things still hurt. She just hadn’t noticed as long as she was staying mostly still.
From the feel of it, the Slayer needed rest to recover just as much as she did. She could only hope the bones would at least heal a little faster than normal for elves. There had to be some benefit to her choice besides beating Morgoth, right?
As long as she was sitting up, she might as well take a look around.
Yes, definitely still on a boat – there was water all around. Maybe that explained why it had featured so prominently in her dreams. She couldn’t quite remember all of it, she didn’t think it had made a lot of sense. Very Little Mermaid with all the underwater parts.
“No, we’re not on a ship,” Elrohir said drily, with just the slightest emphasis on ‘ship’ even though there were no Lindar around to get squiffy about her terminology. “This is all just a very clever painting we did while you were napping so you wouldn’t feel like you missed out on the experience.”
“Sarcasm. I like it,” she grinned.
Before she could say anything more, her stomach gave a mortifyingly loud protest to make sure she was aware just how empty it was.
Her brother raised an eyebrow.
“I suppose there’s no need for me to ask why you’re awake after that,” he smirked.
Anariel looked around, but there was nothing in arm’s reach for her to throw that she wouldn’t miss. (Her pillow, for example, was not for throwing. It might get wet. And she fully planned on going back to sleep just as soon as her stomach was satisfied.)
Elladan joined them, tray in hand.
“Is this foresight, or was the tummy rumbling that audible?” she sighed.
“No foresight. I was only told it was loud,” Elladan laughed, setting down what proved to be…whatever meal this was. It seemed a bit late in the day to call it breakfast.
Lembas she didn’t mind, but fish and dried fruit wouldn’t have been her first choice. But depending on how long they’d been on the boat, she supposed options might be limited by now. A sniff at the tea told her it was strongly fortified with honey and possibly a splash of miruvor – a good way to stuff extra energy into someone who would do another sleep marathon as soon as she was done eating.
“Cheer up, little sister. Another few days and you’ll probably have all that Aman has to offer being pressed on you by worried relatives,” Elrohir suggested.
“They know?” she demanded in horror.
She hadn’t intended on telling more than a handful of people beyond her brothers.
“We're told Tinu knew,” Elladan explained. “Grandmother Melian said something about the Key – and she must have told the others. Or maybe Eärendil did.”
“Hard to say how, he’s been in the sky the entire time, day and night,” Elrohir said thoughtfully. “Maybe that was enough by itself to worry everyone. After all, it’s not ever us almost getting killed.”
Anariel stuck out her tongue.
“I’m not that bad,” she grumped. “I can’t believe you’re picking on me when I only just woke up.”
“He is terrible,” Elladan agreed cheerfully, hugging her. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Elrohir protested indignantly.
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: She didn't sleep for a week.
Word Count: 730ish
Note: Ran out of writing time. Hopefully will manage longer tomorrow.
Note 2: Apparently I forgot to cross-post more than one day.
When Anariel opened her eyes, everything was far too bright. She squinched them shut again against the rude sunlight, and covered them with her hands for good measure.
“I could have sworn you announced you intended to sleep for a week,” her brother’s amused voice told her.
The brightness dimmed somewhat.
She cautiously opened an eye, and peeked out from under her hand to find Elrohir arranging a section of sail to give her some shade.
Everything was still ridiculously bright, but taking it slowly this time helped.
“How long have I been out?” she asked.
“Since Cerin Amroth, or since you told Morgoth to get lost?”
She gave him a look. He knew perfectly well what she meant. And she wasn’t ready to think about the first one just yet.
“Only three days,” he replied. “We honestly expected you to sleep all the way to Alqualondë. And not just because that’s what you said you’d do.”
“We’re still on the boat?” she asked excitedly, bolting upright.
Ok, so maybe that hadn’t been the best idea. A lot of things still hurt. She just hadn’t noticed as long as she was staying mostly still.
From the feel of it, the Slayer needed rest to recover just as much as she did. She could only hope the bones would at least heal a little faster than normal for elves. There had to be some benefit to her choice besides beating Morgoth, right?
As long as she was sitting up, she might as well take a look around.
Yes, definitely still on a boat – there was water all around. Maybe that explained why it had featured so prominently in her dreams. She couldn’t quite remember all of it, she didn’t think it had made a lot of sense. Very Little Mermaid with all the underwater parts.
“No, we’re not on a ship,” Elrohir said drily, with just the slightest emphasis on ‘ship’ even though there were no Lindar around to get squiffy about her terminology. “This is all just a very clever painting we did while you were napping so you wouldn’t feel like you missed out on the experience.”
“Sarcasm. I like it,” she grinned.
Before she could say anything more, her stomach gave a mortifyingly loud protest to make sure she was aware just how empty it was.
Her brother raised an eyebrow.
“I suppose there’s no need for me to ask why you’re awake after that,” he smirked.
Anariel looked around, but there was nothing in arm’s reach for her to throw that she wouldn’t miss. (Her pillow, for example, was not for throwing. It might get wet. And she fully planned on going back to sleep just as soon as her stomach was satisfied.)
Elladan joined them, tray in hand.
“Is this foresight, or was the tummy rumbling that audible?” she sighed.
“No foresight. I was only told it was loud,” Elladan laughed, setting down what proved to be…whatever meal this was. It seemed a bit late in the day to call it breakfast.
Lembas she didn’t mind, but fish and dried fruit wouldn’t have been her first choice. But depending on how long they’d been on the boat, she supposed options might be limited by now. A sniff at the tea told her it was strongly fortified with honey and possibly a splash of miruvor – a good way to stuff extra energy into someone who would do another sleep marathon as soon as she was done eating.
“Cheer up, little sister. Another few days and you’ll probably have all that Aman has to offer being pressed on you by worried relatives,” Elrohir suggested.
“They know?” she demanded in horror.
She hadn’t intended on telling more than a handful of people beyond her brothers.
“We're told Tinu knew,” Elladan explained. “Grandmother Melian said something about the Key – and she must have told the others. Or maybe Eärendil did.”
“Hard to say how, he’s been in the sky the entire time, day and night,” Elrohir said thoughtfully. “Maybe that was enough by itself to worry everyone. After all, it’s not ever us almost getting killed.”
Anariel stuck out her tongue.
“I’m not that bad,” she grumped. “I can’t believe you’re picking on me when I only just woke up.”
“He is terrible,” Elladan agreed cheerfully, hugging her. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Elrohir protested indignantly.
