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grundyscribblingTitle: From Grandmother's House We Go
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Anariel getting dressed up for her grandmother Anairë's shindig - though not without a few wrinkles.
Word Count: 1150
Anariel regarded her reflection in the mirror.
The reworked tunic was more like a slinky dress now – a slinky, backless dress. California fashion would have definitely appreciated it. Though a quality dress like this would have been way out of her price range in her Sunnydale days. Stylish yet affordable had been her deal. This was more like designer.
She was perfectly willing to overlook that it had originally been designed for Celegorm. As Uncle Carnistir had said, it wasn’t going to fit him anymore. It was considerably shorter and slimmer than it had been when he started.
And of course, the accessories were just as amazing. It would be her first time wearing Kili’s set – he would be pleased to know she was using it to make an impression. (The fact that not only Uncle Carnistir but also Aunt Silmë, who was a jewelsmith herself, had nothing but compliments for it was proof of the craftsmanship.)
Grandmother Lindë fastened the moonstone necklace on as Anariel slipped the armlet into place. She looked up to find Grandmother Lindë beaming at her in the mirror.
“Oh, doesn’t that just look lovely on you. I wouldn’t have thought of moonstones for a sunshine child but they do work.”
Anariel still hadn’t figured out how haru had been able to leave Lindë behind. If it wasn’t for the part where they all had to be at the King’s House, she could have listened to her grandmother tell stories for hours. Days, even. Though she would have had to take turns with Gran Nerdanel, who had just as many. She’d left Anariel in stitches with the story of the crime scene outline.
“I would have gone with tsavorite, or perhaps opals if I could get the right color,” Aunt Silmë said thoughtfully. “Though she might also have worn some of Maitimo’s old circlets. The copper with aquamarine would suit her nicely.”
“I would say next time,” Grandmother Lindë sighed. “But I expect by then you and Moryo will both have new things for her.”
“Finish your hair first, dear,” Aunt Silmë instructed. “It’s no use putting the circlet on before.”
Anariel re-did her braids and then stood quietly as Aunt Silmë clipped the circlet in place. The braids threatened to escape, though, so she pulled Faran’s gift from the pile of things she’d taken off earlier. She pinned the braids up herself to avoid having to explain how sharp the rays were.
“A sun with moonstones?” Grandmother Lindë chuckled. “That will puzzle a few people.”
“They can puzzle all they want as long as my hair stays up,” Anariel shrugged.
Uncle Carnistir poked his head in the door.
“Are you girls nearly ready?” he asked. “It’s about time we got going.”
A round of nods greeted him, and Anariel and her aunts trooped downstairs to find Grandmother Nerdanel looking stunning in a light blue dress.
“Just need my sword and I’m good to go,” Anariel replied.
The expressions of everyone else in the room clued her in that she’d said something wrong.
“No swords today,” Uncle Carnistir said firmly. “You do not take swords into the Noldaran’s court.”
Anariel frowned.
“But…”
“He’s right, pitya,” Grandmother Lindë told her. “You simply can’t be seen wearing a sword. And anyway, it wouldn’t go with what you’re wearing.”
Anariel did her best not to show her reaction to that.
“Calaliltië goes with everything,” she protested.
“Your sword will be perfectly safe in Atto’s workshop,” Uncle Carnistir told her. “It’s either that or put it up in Ty- your room.”
“My room,” she said. “I don’t want anyone getting ideas.”
“You’re the only one who goes in there anyway,” Grandmother Nerdanel soothed her. “Be quick – the streets are getting crowded, word got around that Ara is holding court. Everyone is curious.”
Anariel raced up the stairs and dug through the wardrobe in the room. She’d only had a pair of daggers on her besides her favorite sword. But she was pretty sure…
Yes. Celegorm had a few more stashed. They weren’t balanced quite as she’d like, but it wasn’t like she should need to use them.
When she came back downstairs a few minutes later, two grandmothers, one aunt, and one uncle smiled.
“You look perfect, pitya,” Grandmother Nerdanel assured her. “And you wouldn’t need the sword anyway.”
“This all sounds familiar somehow,” Aunt Silmë observed.
“Yes, but she complains much less than Tyelko,” Uncle Carnistir muttered.
“Where’s Miryo?” Anariel asked curiously.
“Went back to the King’s House this morning so as not to give away to Gildor that he took an active role in the outcome of their bet,” Grandmother Nerdanel explained. “Though I’m not sure why, Gildor will find out eventually anyway.”
“Yes, but likely not until after Miryo has collected his winnings,” Uncle Carnistir chuckled.
He opened the front door, only to find it blocked by the back of another tall elf.
“Apologies, Prince Morifinwë,” the elf said smartly, turning to face them.
“Pelendur?” Uncle Carnistir asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Who is he?” Anariel asked her grandmothers in an urgent whisper, but they looked as baffled as she was.
“Your grandfather’s captain,” Carnistir answered. “I wasn’t aware he had returned.”
Oh, goody. Because today didn’t promise to be enough fun…
“Prince Maedhros was concerned about his granddaughter,” Pelendur explained.
Anariel frowned. She was pretty sure Maedhros was still in Mandos.
“You’re still taking orders from him three Ages later?” Carnistir snorted. “Even so, I should think my brother would trust us with her.”
“I’m sure he would. However, I have some experience with peredhil being asked to go places they didn’t particularly want to go, so I felt my duty to report here. Quite aside from anything Prince Maedhros might say on the subject, I suspect Elrond would appreciate his daughter actually turning up where she’s supposed to be.”
“How did you even know I was here in the first place?” Anariel asked suspiciously.
“When I saw someone doing handsprings on rooftops, I was fairly certain who it was,” Pelendur replied drily.
Four heads turned to look at her in unison.
“What?” she asked, putting her best innocent look on her face.
“Nothing,” Grandmother Nerdanel sighed. “Not a blessed thing.”
“I assume you’ll take point, Pelendur?” Uncle Carnistir asked.
“If you will take rearguard,” Pelendur replied.
“I don’t actually need a guard,” Anariel pointed out.
No one paid the least bit of attention, as the ‘grownups’ all seemed to be in agreement.
Anariel would have argued further except for one thing – as long as she focused only on Pelendur’s broad back in front of her, she could avoid focusing on anyone else. Judging by the number of people she could see on the streets outside, that could only be a good thing.
Grandmother Nerdanel took her arm, and Grandmother Lindë the other arm. Uncle Carnistir offered Aunt Silmë his, and they all fell in behind Pelendur.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Anariel getting dressed up for her grandmother Anairë's shindig - though not without a few wrinkles.
Word Count: 1150
Anariel regarded her reflection in the mirror.
The reworked tunic was more like a slinky dress now – a slinky, backless dress. California fashion would have definitely appreciated it. Though a quality dress like this would have been way out of her price range in her Sunnydale days. Stylish yet affordable had been her deal. This was more like designer.
She was perfectly willing to overlook that it had originally been designed for Celegorm. As Uncle Carnistir had said, it wasn’t going to fit him anymore. It was considerably shorter and slimmer than it had been when he started.
And of course, the accessories were just as amazing. It would be her first time wearing Kili’s set – he would be pleased to know she was using it to make an impression. (The fact that not only Uncle Carnistir but also Aunt Silmë, who was a jewelsmith herself, had nothing but compliments for it was proof of the craftsmanship.)
Grandmother Lindë fastened the moonstone necklace on as Anariel slipped the armlet into place. She looked up to find Grandmother Lindë beaming at her in the mirror.
“Oh, doesn’t that just look lovely on you. I wouldn’t have thought of moonstones for a sunshine child but they do work.”
Anariel still hadn’t figured out how haru had been able to leave Lindë behind. If it wasn’t for the part where they all had to be at the King’s House, she could have listened to her grandmother tell stories for hours. Days, even. Though she would have had to take turns with Gran Nerdanel, who had just as many. She’d left Anariel in stitches with the story of the crime scene outline.
“I would have gone with tsavorite, or perhaps opals if I could get the right color,” Aunt Silmë said thoughtfully. “Though she might also have worn some of Maitimo’s old circlets. The copper with aquamarine would suit her nicely.”
“I would say next time,” Grandmother Lindë sighed. “But I expect by then you and Moryo will both have new things for her.”
“Finish your hair first, dear,” Aunt Silmë instructed. “It’s no use putting the circlet on before.”
Anariel re-did her braids and then stood quietly as Aunt Silmë clipped the circlet in place. The braids threatened to escape, though, so she pulled Faran’s gift from the pile of things she’d taken off earlier. She pinned the braids up herself to avoid having to explain how sharp the rays were.
“A sun with moonstones?” Grandmother Lindë chuckled. “That will puzzle a few people.”
“They can puzzle all they want as long as my hair stays up,” Anariel shrugged.
Uncle Carnistir poked his head in the door.
“Are you girls nearly ready?” he asked. “It’s about time we got going.”
A round of nods greeted him, and Anariel and her aunts trooped downstairs to find Grandmother Nerdanel looking stunning in a light blue dress.
“Just need my sword and I’m good to go,” Anariel replied.
The expressions of everyone else in the room clued her in that she’d said something wrong.
“No swords today,” Uncle Carnistir said firmly. “You do not take swords into the Noldaran’s court.”
Anariel frowned.
“But…”
“He’s right, pitya,” Grandmother Lindë told her. “You simply can’t be seen wearing a sword. And anyway, it wouldn’t go with what you’re wearing.”
Anariel did her best not to show her reaction to that.
“Calaliltië goes with everything,” she protested.
“Your sword will be perfectly safe in Atto’s workshop,” Uncle Carnistir told her. “It’s either that or put it up in Ty- your room.”
“My room,” she said. “I don’t want anyone getting ideas.”
“You’re the only one who goes in there anyway,” Grandmother Nerdanel soothed her. “Be quick – the streets are getting crowded, word got around that Ara is holding court. Everyone is curious.”
Anariel raced up the stairs and dug through the wardrobe in the room. She’d only had a pair of daggers on her besides her favorite sword. But she was pretty sure…
Yes. Celegorm had a few more stashed. They weren’t balanced quite as she’d like, but it wasn’t like she should need to use them.
When she came back downstairs a few minutes later, two grandmothers, one aunt, and one uncle smiled.
“You look perfect, pitya,” Grandmother Nerdanel assured her. “And you wouldn’t need the sword anyway.”
“This all sounds familiar somehow,” Aunt Silmë observed.
“Yes, but she complains much less than Tyelko,” Uncle Carnistir muttered.
“Where’s Miryo?” Anariel asked curiously.
“Went back to the King’s House this morning so as not to give away to Gildor that he took an active role in the outcome of their bet,” Grandmother Nerdanel explained. “Though I’m not sure why, Gildor will find out eventually anyway.”
“Yes, but likely not until after Miryo has collected his winnings,” Uncle Carnistir chuckled.
He opened the front door, only to find it blocked by the back of another tall elf.
“Apologies, Prince Morifinwë,” the elf said smartly, turning to face them.
“Pelendur?” Uncle Carnistir asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Who is he?” Anariel asked her grandmothers in an urgent whisper, but they looked as baffled as she was.
“Your grandfather’s captain,” Carnistir answered. “I wasn’t aware he had returned.”
Oh, goody. Because today didn’t promise to be enough fun…
“Prince Maedhros was concerned about his granddaughter,” Pelendur explained.
Anariel frowned. She was pretty sure Maedhros was still in Mandos.
“You’re still taking orders from him three Ages later?” Carnistir snorted. “Even so, I should think my brother would trust us with her.”
“I’m sure he would. However, I have some experience with peredhil being asked to go places they didn’t particularly want to go, so I felt my duty to report here. Quite aside from anything Prince Maedhros might say on the subject, I suspect Elrond would appreciate his daughter actually turning up where she’s supposed to be.”
“How did you even know I was here in the first place?” Anariel asked suspiciously.
“When I saw someone doing handsprings on rooftops, I was fairly certain who it was,” Pelendur replied drily.
Four heads turned to look at her in unison.
“What?” she asked, putting her best innocent look on her face.
“Nothing,” Grandmother Nerdanel sighed. “Not a blessed thing.”
“I assume you’ll take point, Pelendur?” Uncle Carnistir asked.
“If you will take rearguard,” Pelendur replied.
“I don’t actually need a guard,” Anariel pointed out.
No one paid the least bit of attention, as the ‘grownups’ all seemed to be in agreement.
Anariel would have argued further except for one thing – as long as she focused only on Pelendur’s broad back in front of her, she could avoid focusing on anyone else. Judging by the number of people she could see on the streets outside, that could only be a good thing.
Grandmother Nerdanel took her arm, and Grandmother Lindë the other arm. Uncle Carnistir offered Aunt Silmë his, and they all fell in behind Pelendur.
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Date: 2021-08-26 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-07 01:46 am (UTC)And yes, Anairë's going to be a bit horrified...
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Date: 2021-08-26 06:44 am (UTC)The dress sounds gorgeous.
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Date: 2021-09-07 01:48 am (UTC)