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grundyscribblingTitle: The First Day of the Rest of Her Life
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Finduilas finding her feet in a new life and a new land.
Word Count: 850
Finduilas waited until Aunt Findis’ footsteps died away in the distance before she looked across the darkened room. She was very glad Anariel had offered to share accomodations – she was decidedly not ready to be alone.
“You’re sure there’s no orcs?” she whispered urgently.
“None. We’re in Aman, the worst you have to worry about is maiar popping out unexpectedly. And our whole extended family. And anyway, even if there were orcs, I’d handle them. You’re safe. Sleep well, there’s sure to be more family tomorrow.”
Finduilas nodded.
As reassuring as it was to know that her little cousin the Slayer was there – even if everyone has assured her several times there were no dragons or orcs in Aman – she found the mention of their shared family still more comforting.
When they’d first emerged from the Halls, she’d thought maybe they were somewhere in Nan-Tathren. It was all so calm and soothing.
Then Greataunt Findis has appeared and made what Anariel termed ‘a fuss’.
The annoyance had been all at Anariel, for walking on a leg she knew to be injured rather than call for help.
“I had help,” Anariel said, pointing at Finduilas. “See? Helper!”
“For the love of Nienna,” Aunt Findis sighed, giving Finduilas an evaluating glance. “Do we need to have another family talk about not dragging people out of the Halls without their say-so? And ‘because I needed someone to lean on’ is a terrible reason to bring someone out before they’re ready!”
“No, because I’m not going back in there on the regular like Tinu does,” Anariel said blithely. “It was just this once. Anyway, I think Finduilas probably wants to sit down almost as much as I do.”
At that point, the fuss had shifted to centering on her, at least until she and Anariel were both ensconced comfortably in chairs and covered by blankets softer than any Finduilas remembered outside of Menegroth.
“Now, young lady,” Findis said sternly to Anariel. “What exactly did you do to that leg that you’re happy to sit quietly without half the Gardens watching you like hawks to make sure that you do?”
“Broke it,” Anariel said cheerfully, taking a bite of the cakes Elemmírë had brought for them.
“You said twisted!” Finduilas protested, aghast at how casual she was about such an injury.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Anariel sighed. “Anyway, it wasn’t broken by then, just sore.”
Finduilas and Findis both spoke at once.
“How did you break it?” Aunt Findis demanded.
“What do you mean ‘by then’? You can’t have been in the Halls very long!”
“I kicked a wall, and this morning,” Anariel replied. “I heal fast. Also, could we do the questions one at a time?”
“What were you doing that you kicked anything hard enough to break bone?” was Aunt Findis’ follow-up.
“Talking to your big brother,” Anariel grinned. “He says hi.”
Aunt Findis regarded her for a very long moment before striding off looking like she rather wanted to kick something herself.
“Oh dear, I don’t think she’s quite ready for there to be two of you,” Elemmírë sighed.
At Finduilas’ quizzical look, she added, “not you, my sweet. Anariel and Fëanaro.”
It had taken work not to let what Finduilas thought of that comparison show – and she quite hoped to be around the first time anyone said something similar in Uncle Elu’s hearing!
I really doubt they will.
She looked across the table to find Anariel holding back laughter.
If I’m compared to anyone by the Lindar, it will be Uncle Finrod. My grandfather regularly complains about our shared lack of common sense. The Lindarin relatives will quite happily ascribe anything negative to the Noldor!
It was not long after that Anariel had offered to share the little cottage she was staying in, and Finduilas eagerly accepted.
But now that it was actually dark and they were expected to sleep, she found herself wide awake – and she didn’t rightly know why, since it had been a very tiring day.
“Too keyed up?” Anariel asked from the other bed.
“Yes. Excited. Nervous. Wondering how I’ll find my parents.”
“I doubt that will be a problem. I’m sure Aunt Findis has some way to contact them. If not, I can always tell Grandfather Arafinwë…”
“You’ve met him?” Finduilas asked eagerly. She didn’t even remember her grandmother Eldalotë, never mind her grandfather’s parents.
“Not face to face,” Anariel said. But we speak.
“Oh!”
She might be little, but Anariel Celebríaniel certainly packed a punch.
Anariel laughed softly.
“Close your eyes,” she suggested. “You should rest while you can. I’m sure there will be more relatives tomorrow.”
To Finduilas’ surprise, Anariel first hummed and then slightly hesitantly began singing a song that Finduilas recognized from childhood – one that Grandpapa, his brothers, and Aunt Galadriel had all sung.
It was Lindarin, from Aman, and talked about the Sea – but that was all Finduilas had ever been able to make out, for it wasn’t the Lindarin she knew. But the tune was soothing all the same, and despite her nerves, it lulled her into sleep.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Finduilas finding her feet in a new life and a new land.
Word Count: 850
Finduilas waited until Aunt Findis’ footsteps died away in the distance before she looked across the darkened room. She was very glad Anariel had offered to share accomodations – she was decidedly not ready to be alone.
“You’re sure there’s no orcs?” she whispered urgently.
“None. We’re in Aman, the worst you have to worry about is maiar popping out unexpectedly. And our whole extended family. And anyway, even if there were orcs, I’d handle them. You’re safe. Sleep well, there’s sure to be more family tomorrow.”
Finduilas nodded.
As reassuring as it was to know that her little cousin the Slayer was there – even if everyone has assured her several times there were no dragons or orcs in Aman – she found the mention of their shared family still more comforting.
When they’d first emerged from the Halls, she’d thought maybe they were somewhere in Nan-Tathren. It was all so calm and soothing.
Then Greataunt Findis has appeared and made what Anariel termed ‘a fuss’.
The annoyance had been all at Anariel, for walking on a leg she knew to be injured rather than call for help.
“I had help,” Anariel said, pointing at Finduilas. “See? Helper!”
“For the love of Nienna,” Aunt Findis sighed, giving Finduilas an evaluating glance. “Do we need to have another family talk about not dragging people out of the Halls without their say-so? And ‘because I needed someone to lean on’ is a terrible reason to bring someone out before they’re ready!”
“No, because I’m not going back in there on the regular like Tinu does,” Anariel said blithely. “It was just this once. Anyway, I think Finduilas probably wants to sit down almost as much as I do.”
At that point, the fuss had shifted to centering on her, at least until she and Anariel were both ensconced comfortably in chairs and covered by blankets softer than any Finduilas remembered outside of Menegroth.
“Now, young lady,” Findis said sternly to Anariel. “What exactly did you do to that leg that you’re happy to sit quietly without half the Gardens watching you like hawks to make sure that you do?”
“Broke it,” Anariel said cheerfully, taking a bite of the cakes Elemmírë had brought for them.
“You said twisted!” Finduilas protested, aghast at how casual she was about such an injury.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Anariel sighed. “Anyway, it wasn’t broken by then, just sore.”
Finduilas and Findis both spoke at once.
“How did you break it?” Aunt Findis demanded.
“What do you mean ‘by then’? You can’t have been in the Halls very long!”
“I kicked a wall, and this morning,” Anariel replied. “I heal fast. Also, could we do the questions one at a time?”
“What were you doing that you kicked anything hard enough to break bone?” was Aunt Findis’ follow-up.
“Talking to your big brother,” Anariel grinned. “He says hi.”
Aunt Findis regarded her for a very long moment before striding off looking like she rather wanted to kick something herself.
“Oh dear, I don’t think she’s quite ready for there to be two of you,” Elemmírë sighed.
At Finduilas’ quizzical look, she added, “not you, my sweet. Anariel and Fëanaro.”
It had taken work not to let what Finduilas thought of that comparison show – and she quite hoped to be around the first time anyone said something similar in Uncle Elu’s hearing!
I really doubt they will.
She looked across the table to find Anariel holding back laughter.
If I’m compared to anyone by the Lindar, it will be Uncle Finrod. My grandfather regularly complains about our shared lack of common sense. The Lindarin relatives will quite happily ascribe anything negative to the Noldor!
It was not long after that Anariel had offered to share the little cottage she was staying in, and Finduilas eagerly accepted.
But now that it was actually dark and they were expected to sleep, she found herself wide awake – and she didn’t rightly know why, since it had been a very tiring day.
“Too keyed up?” Anariel asked from the other bed.
“Yes. Excited. Nervous. Wondering how I’ll find my parents.”
“I doubt that will be a problem. I’m sure Aunt Findis has some way to contact them. If not, I can always tell Grandfather Arafinwë…”
“You’ve met him?” Finduilas asked eagerly. She didn’t even remember her grandmother Eldalotë, never mind her grandfather’s parents.
“Not face to face,” Anariel said. But we speak.
“Oh!”
She might be little, but Anariel Celebríaniel certainly packed a punch.
Anariel laughed softly.
“Close your eyes,” she suggested. “You should rest while you can. I’m sure there will be more relatives tomorrow.”
To Finduilas’ surprise, Anariel first hummed and then slightly hesitantly began singing a song that Finduilas recognized from childhood – one that Grandpapa, his brothers, and Aunt Galadriel had all sung.
It was Lindarin, from Aman, and talked about the Sea – but that was all Finduilas had ever been able to make out, for it wasn’t the Lindarin she knew. But the tune was soothing all the same, and despite her nerves, it lulled her into sleep.
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