Fic a Day, Day 26 - Perfect Timing
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grundyscribblingTitle: Perfect Timing
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Anariel's timing could have been better.
Word Count: 755
Note: Sorry, pressed for time tonight, so shorter than I'd like.
Pelendur took a deep breath.
This was it, the reason Prince Maedhros had asked him to return. The Prince himself was still confined to the Halls, though for the first time with some optimism that he might eventually be permitted to leave them. But he was greatly concerned about his littlest granddaughter.
Pelendur knew of Tindomiel – any elf still in the Halls knew her. It had been a surprise when he first learned that she was Elrond’s daughter. At least, it had been a surprise until the first time he got a chance to talk to her. He suspected her personality was along the lines that Elrond’s might have been had he not spent his childhood and youth in the shadow of war and Kinslaying.
He had yet to meet Elrond’s other daughter, but she was the one Prince Maedhros was concerned about.
“It’s absolutely ridiculous for a child of her years to have the epessë Slayer,” the prince had told him, glaring at Prince Kanafinwë as he did.
“I assure you both, there is very little I could have done to stop her,” Prince Kanafinwë shrugged. “Particularly as she had already been given the title in California, well before I met her.”
Pelendur looked quizzically at his prince. Where under the stars was California?
“Do not trouble yourself over it,” Prince Maedhros sighed. “California is her past. I am concerned about her present. Not only am I troubled by her recent visit to the Halls, I suspect she is more in the Elros vein than Elrond.”
“Elrond had more than few moments of his own,” Pelendur chuckled. “As you should well recall!”
“His were fewer and farther between than his brother’s,” Prince Maedhros snorted. “And from what I have been told, the girl may well outdo Elros.”
“Elros certainly never went dragon hunting,” Prince Kanafinwë agreed mildly – drawing a glare from his brother and an astonished look from Pelendur. “Though I imagine he would have wanted to help with Project Balrog.”
“You can see why I should like to have someone who is familiar with both Tirion and peredhil,” Prince Maedhros said. “Recall Elros’ early days at Amon Ereb…”
Pelendur nodded.
“I should like to think Elrond would be pleased to see you again as well,” Prince Maedhros added.
“Elrond may well be a bit cross about me getting myself killed at Mount Doom,” Pelendur replied. “But I take your point. And I suppose one might say it was time and then some I went home.”
“My greetings to your parents, and my abject apologies,” Prince Maedhros told him gravely. “I hope your return will be joyous.”
Pelendur hadn’t been too optimistic on that score, but he’d returned all the same. He had needed a week or so in Lorien to adapt to living – slightly surprising, but then he supposed it had taken him some time after his death to get accustomed to being dead.
Then he’d set out for Tirion.
His parents had been pleased to see him – a cautious sort of pleasure, as though they weren’t sure what to expect any more than he was. It was more than fair. His mother had never left, and his father had turned back with his younger sister after Alqualondë. They had heard nothing from him since the Numenorians ceased carrying letters for their elven kin, and while they knew he had died, they had not known how.
They had known about Elrond. The boy had sought them out not long after his own arrival in Tirion. They had heard more of his adult life from the boy he’d helped raise than from any other source. It was only after he’d been home nearly a fortnight that his mother hesitantly asked if he intended staying in Tirion.
They seemed to expect he would want to join Elrond in his new (slightly less hidden) valley.
It hadn’t occurred to him until the question was raised. Nor had he even begun trying to mend bridges with the girl he’d left behind. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if Elrond had visited Sandarainë.
He had only just worked up the courage to call on her a few days ago.
It was therefore entirely unsurprising to anyone who had dealt with peredhil that Anariel Elerondiel would take it in her head to go skipping across his roof before the break of dawn the next day. He’d watched her slide down his neighbor’s drainpipe and slip into Princess Nerdanel’s courtyard.
At least he knew where to find her.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: Anariel's timing could have been better.
Word Count: 755
Note: Sorry, pressed for time tonight, so shorter than I'd like.
Pelendur took a deep breath.
This was it, the reason Prince Maedhros had asked him to return. The Prince himself was still confined to the Halls, though for the first time with some optimism that he might eventually be permitted to leave them. But he was greatly concerned about his littlest granddaughter.
Pelendur knew of Tindomiel – any elf still in the Halls knew her. It had been a surprise when he first learned that she was Elrond’s daughter. At least, it had been a surprise until the first time he got a chance to talk to her. He suspected her personality was along the lines that Elrond’s might have been had he not spent his childhood and youth in the shadow of war and Kinslaying.
He had yet to meet Elrond’s other daughter, but she was the one Prince Maedhros was concerned about.
“It’s absolutely ridiculous for a child of her years to have the epessë Slayer,” the prince had told him, glaring at Prince Kanafinwë as he did.
“I assure you both, there is very little I could have done to stop her,” Prince Kanafinwë shrugged. “Particularly as she had already been given the title in California, well before I met her.”
Pelendur looked quizzically at his prince. Where under the stars was California?
“Do not trouble yourself over it,” Prince Maedhros sighed. “California is her past. I am concerned about her present. Not only am I troubled by her recent visit to the Halls, I suspect she is more in the Elros vein than Elrond.”
“Elrond had more than few moments of his own,” Pelendur chuckled. “As you should well recall!”
“His were fewer and farther between than his brother’s,” Prince Maedhros snorted. “And from what I have been told, the girl may well outdo Elros.”
“Elros certainly never went dragon hunting,” Prince Kanafinwë agreed mildly – drawing a glare from his brother and an astonished look from Pelendur. “Though I imagine he would have wanted to help with Project Balrog.”
“You can see why I should like to have someone who is familiar with both Tirion and peredhil,” Prince Maedhros said. “Recall Elros’ early days at Amon Ereb…”
Pelendur nodded.
“I should like to think Elrond would be pleased to see you again as well,” Prince Maedhros added.
“Elrond may well be a bit cross about me getting myself killed at Mount Doom,” Pelendur replied. “But I take your point. And I suppose one might say it was time and then some I went home.”
“My greetings to your parents, and my abject apologies,” Prince Maedhros told him gravely. “I hope your return will be joyous.”
Pelendur hadn’t been too optimistic on that score, but he’d returned all the same. He had needed a week or so in Lorien to adapt to living – slightly surprising, but then he supposed it had taken him some time after his death to get accustomed to being dead.
Then he’d set out for Tirion.
His parents had been pleased to see him – a cautious sort of pleasure, as though they weren’t sure what to expect any more than he was. It was more than fair. His mother had never left, and his father had turned back with his younger sister after Alqualondë. They had heard nothing from him since the Numenorians ceased carrying letters for their elven kin, and while they knew he had died, they had not known how.
They had known about Elrond. The boy had sought them out not long after his own arrival in Tirion. They had heard more of his adult life from the boy he’d helped raise than from any other source. It was only after he’d been home nearly a fortnight that his mother hesitantly asked if he intended staying in Tirion.
They seemed to expect he would want to join Elrond in his new (slightly less hidden) valley.
It hadn’t occurred to him until the question was raised. Nor had he even begun trying to mend bridges with the girl he’d left behind. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if Elrond had visited Sandarainë.
He had only just worked up the courage to call on her a few days ago.
It was therefore entirely unsurprising to anyone who had dealt with peredhil that Anariel Elerondiel would take it in her head to go skipping across his roof before the break of dawn the next day. He’d watched her slide down his neighbor’s drainpipe and slip into Princess Nerdanel’s courtyard.
At least he knew where to find her.
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Date: 2021-08-27 06:22 am (UTC)Thank you for this update, it may be short, but it was fun! I hope you get a good night's sleep and have a nice, quiet Friday.
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Date: 2021-09-01 01:12 am (UTC)Maedhros is in for a bit of a learning curve, whenever he finally gets to meet her in person.
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