Fic A Day, Day 16 - Good Morning Sunshine
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grundyscribblingTitle: Good Morning Sunshine
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Sometimes Morgoth's parting gift doesn't hit quite the way he meant it.
Word Count: 1070
Note: Long day. Little punchy. But I think this story works...
The first thing Anariel saw when she opened her eyes was her brother watching her intently.
She tossed a pillow at him.
“Warn a girl, would you? You definitely weren’t there when I fell asleep.”
Elrohir chuckled.
“As I recall, you have on occasion woken up to vampires in your room. I can’t see why you’re bothered by your big brother looking out for you.”
Anariel rolled her eyes.
You had Maeglin stand watch the first night you slept, he pointed out silently. He insisted there was no reason we should remain awake. You clearly trusted him, so we slept. He may know what these dreams look like, but we do not. And I thought should your distress be sufficient to rouse Ada or Nana…
Yes, I would much rather have had you than them. Was it obvious anything out of the ordinary was going on?
Elrohir shook his head.
“You slept like a baby,” he told her. His voice sounded amused; his mental tone was anything but.
Which is surprising, given we all know how Grandfather Nolowfinwë ended.
True, Anariel agreed. The stomp at the end had not been pretty. It had done more than just break his neck – and Morgoth had been nice enough to make sure she got a good view of what was left, and him laughing at Thorondor risking his tail feathers over it. Though that had also given her a good view of Morgoth getting his face uglied up. Pissing off eagles wasn’t the best idea. But there were a few good hits first. Morgoth couldn’t hide that they hurt. And he still limps. If he can be wounded beyond healing, he can be beaten. Not quite the lesson he intended.
She grinned.
“Anyway, now I have all this pesky excess energy to work off. I think it’s safe to say that after yesterday, everyone will have kittens if I try sparring with anyone, even you or ‘Dan.”
“A reasonable conclusion. I doubt Nana wants you indulging just yet, and I’m certain it would upset our grandparents.”
“You’re sounding far more relaxed about them than I’d expected,” Anariel observed.
Anairë might have rallied at bathtime, but before that she’d been way too fussy.
You find far too much humor in our grandfather sacrificing his Noldorin princely dignity.
“Is that what that was?” Anariel snickered. “I was just chalking it up to Noldorin prudishness.”
And Tinu was kind enough to remind me that she is not the record-holder for fastest marriage in the family, so I would have thought he’d have gotten over being so Noldorin by now!
Elrohir chuckled.
You were not paying close enough attention, little sister. He may have felt awkward, but it was more because he knew perfectly well that she did not approve than any worries touching his own nudity – though I must say she concealed it very well. She wanted to spend time with us badly enough to ignore it, I think.
“I have perhaps slightly more understanding of our new-met grandmother after our recent experiences,” Elrohir shrugged. “It must have been quite hard on her, to lose so many of her family in the First Age. Children, mate, and grandson dead, and no idea what had become of her granddaughter. So I cannot fault her for wanting the rest of us here in safety, and being impatient for that day to finally arrive.”
Tinu says Maeglin is otherwise the apple of her eye, but she was all set to have at him for damaging you, he added silently. I suspect she is aside from certain Noldorin habits actually very much the ‘spoiling’ sort of grandmother.
Anariel considered that carefully.
“And I will try to bear that in mind should her manner seem unduly protective,” Elrohir finished.
That changed her thoughtfulness to a smirk.
So you do agree she’s a bit much?
Her older brother ‘listened’ as the children of Elrond were wont to do when trying to decide if it was safer to go with spoken or silent speech.
“It may be a bit easier for us, given that much of it seems directed at you,” he said carefully. “As one who was not the target, it was rather amusing to see her fussing as if you might fall over at any second.”
“She’ll get over that,” Anariel sniffed.
“Doubtful,” her brother told her. “At least, not without seeing what ‘not ok’ truly looks like, and I think we all hope she has no such opportunity.”
He paused.
“Did you have a backup plan for your excess energy? One that does not involve violence?”
Anariel sighed.
“Dance?” she suggested.
“Far more reasonable. Though I would suggest the garden – more space. Given that you are unlikely to be dancing sedately…”
Anariel grinned.
“And look, someone was nice enough to give me a balcony so I don’t have to bother with the stairs.”
“California music?” Elrohir asked cautiously.
On days when she was in a good mood, his little sister had been known to ‘play’ songs of California for them using osanwë. (Willow’s computer had long since worn out.) But it had been some years since he had heard any.
“Of course!” Anariel beamed. “You know, now that I have time, maybe I could find some other way to share the music…”
The thoughtful look on her face would have been familiar to any who had seen various of her grandfathers or uncles (or brother-in-law) working on a project.
“Later,” Elrohir said firmly. “Dancing now. Unless you’re hoping for an audience, in which case you should wait for what Tinu calls ‘a civilized hour’…”
Anariel snorted as they both headed outside.
“That’s rich coming from someone whose time of day it is right now. You’d think she’d be insisting it was her hour that’s civilized and the rest of them that aren’t.”
Two half-elves dropped to the ground below the balcony so quietly only a wood-elf would have noticed them. A few seconds later, they were dancing to music only they – or their brother, when he joined them – could hear.
Though unknown to them, their mother had no trouble hearing the music when she rose not long after. It was just as well for Celebrían’s peace of mind that by the time she noticed her older children were dancing in the garden and listened in, they had moved on from It’s Not Right But It’s Ok to Everybody Dance Now.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Sometimes Morgoth's parting gift doesn't hit quite the way he meant it.
Word Count: 1070
Note: Long day. Little punchy. But I think this story works...
The first thing Anariel saw when she opened her eyes was her brother watching her intently.
She tossed a pillow at him.
“Warn a girl, would you? You definitely weren’t there when I fell asleep.”
Elrohir chuckled.
“As I recall, you have on occasion woken up to vampires in your room. I can’t see why you’re bothered by your big brother looking out for you.”
Anariel rolled her eyes.
You had Maeglin stand watch the first night you slept, he pointed out silently. He insisted there was no reason we should remain awake. You clearly trusted him, so we slept. He may know what these dreams look like, but we do not. And I thought should your distress be sufficient to rouse Ada or Nana…
Yes, I would much rather have had you than them. Was it obvious anything out of the ordinary was going on?
Elrohir shook his head.
“You slept like a baby,” he told her. His voice sounded amused; his mental tone was anything but.
Which is surprising, given we all know how Grandfather Nolowfinwë ended.
True, Anariel agreed. The stomp at the end had not been pretty. It had done more than just break his neck – and Morgoth had been nice enough to make sure she got a good view of what was left, and him laughing at Thorondor risking his tail feathers over it. Though that had also given her a good view of Morgoth getting his face uglied up. Pissing off eagles wasn’t the best idea. But there were a few good hits first. Morgoth couldn’t hide that they hurt. And he still limps. If he can be wounded beyond healing, he can be beaten. Not quite the lesson he intended.
She grinned.
“Anyway, now I have all this pesky excess energy to work off. I think it’s safe to say that after yesterday, everyone will have kittens if I try sparring with anyone, even you or ‘Dan.”
“A reasonable conclusion. I doubt Nana wants you indulging just yet, and I’m certain it would upset our grandparents.”
“You’re sounding far more relaxed about them than I’d expected,” Anariel observed.
Anairë might have rallied at bathtime, but before that she’d been way too fussy.
You find far too much humor in our grandfather sacrificing his Noldorin princely dignity.
“Is that what that was?” Anariel snickered. “I was just chalking it up to Noldorin prudishness.”
And Tinu was kind enough to remind me that she is not the record-holder for fastest marriage in the family, so I would have thought he’d have gotten over being so Noldorin by now!
Elrohir chuckled.
You were not paying close enough attention, little sister. He may have felt awkward, but it was more because he knew perfectly well that she did not approve than any worries touching his own nudity – though I must say she concealed it very well. She wanted to spend time with us badly enough to ignore it, I think.
“I have perhaps slightly more understanding of our new-met grandmother after our recent experiences,” Elrohir shrugged. “It must have been quite hard on her, to lose so many of her family in the First Age. Children, mate, and grandson dead, and no idea what had become of her granddaughter. So I cannot fault her for wanting the rest of us here in safety, and being impatient for that day to finally arrive.”
Tinu says Maeglin is otherwise the apple of her eye, but she was all set to have at him for damaging you, he added silently. I suspect she is aside from certain Noldorin habits actually very much the ‘spoiling’ sort of grandmother.
Anariel considered that carefully.
“And I will try to bear that in mind should her manner seem unduly protective,” Elrohir finished.
That changed her thoughtfulness to a smirk.
So you do agree she’s a bit much?
Her older brother ‘listened’ as the children of Elrond were wont to do when trying to decide if it was safer to go with spoken or silent speech.
“It may be a bit easier for us, given that much of it seems directed at you,” he said carefully. “As one who was not the target, it was rather amusing to see her fussing as if you might fall over at any second.”
“She’ll get over that,” Anariel sniffed.
“Doubtful,” her brother told her. “At least, not without seeing what ‘not ok’ truly looks like, and I think we all hope she has no such opportunity.”
He paused.
“Did you have a backup plan for your excess energy? One that does not involve violence?”
Anariel sighed.
“Dance?” she suggested.
“Far more reasonable. Though I would suggest the garden – more space. Given that you are unlikely to be dancing sedately…”
Anariel grinned.
“And look, someone was nice enough to give me a balcony so I don’t have to bother with the stairs.”
“California music?” Elrohir asked cautiously.
On days when she was in a good mood, his little sister had been known to ‘play’ songs of California for them using osanwë. (Willow’s computer had long since worn out.) But it had been some years since he had heard any.
“Of course!” Anariel beamed. “You know, now that I have time, maybe I could find some other way to share the music…”
The thoughtful look on her face would have been familiar to any who had seen various of her grandfathers or uncles (or brother-in-law) working on a project.
“Later,” Elrohir said firmly. “Dancing now. Unless you’re hoping for an audience, in which case you should wait for what Tinu calls ‘a civilized hour’…”
Anariel snorted as they both headed outside.
“That’s rich coming from someone whose time of day it is right now. You’d think she’d be insisting it was her hour that’s civilized and the rest of them that aren’t.”
Two half-elves dropped to the ground below the balcony so quietly only a wood-elf would have noticed them. A few seconds later, they were dancing to music only they – or their brother, when he joined them – could hear.
Though unknown to them, their mother had no trouble hearing the music when she rose not long after. It was just as well for Celebrían’s peace of mind that by the time she noticed her older children were dancing in the garden and listened in, they had moved on from It’s Not Right But It’s Ok to Everybody Dance Now.
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Date: 2021-08-19 12:48 am (UTC)I think dancing probably happens more often now that Anariel is in a place she can actually start to decompress.
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Date: 2021-08-18 03:53 am (UTC)Thank you for this, it gave me a good chuckle.
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Date: 2021-08-19 12:50 am (UTC)Thank you!