Day 29 - The Voice of Reason
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grundyscribblingTitle: The Voice of Reason
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: Anariel arrives at Nerdanel's.
Word Count: 500
Carnistir did not laugh, but it was a near thing.
Anariel and Arador had shown up just after sundown. She’d been in a mood best described as complicated.
She’d also been carrying a box from Master Yúlon’s workshop.
“He gave it to her,” Arador announced before anyone – meaning Carnistir or Silmë – could ask.
“I’m keeping it in my room,” Anariel said, and disappeared upstairs with Huan padding along behind her.
Carnistir raised an eyebrow.
“It’s a model of the sun and stars,” Arador explained. “She’s really taken with it. She’s less taken with Master Yúlon’s conclusion that she’s Cousin Tyelkormo’s.”
Silmë let out a cough that might have been covering laughter.
Reviewing the situation in his head, Carnistir had to admit that aside from the hair color being not quite right, he couldn’t actually fault the smith’s logic. Particularly as she’d had Huan with her…
Anariel came thundering back down the stairs. As he knew she could move quietly when she was of a mind to, she was either in a hurry or choosing to be loud.
He wondered if it was worth pointing out that if she was looking to avoid comparisons to Tyelko, she was going about it the entirely wrong way.
“I’ll be in the workshop,” she called, waving to Silmë as she flew past.
Arador shook his head but followed without further commentary.
“You have to admit that last part isn’t like him at all,” Silmë said in some amusement.
“Like who?” Lindë asked, coming in from the direction of the kitchen. “I thought I heard Anarya?”
She was drying her hands on a towel, which meant she’d either been cooking or just finished eating.
“Tyelko,” Silmë replied, turning back toward her own workspace. “I’ll just see if I can get that circlet finished as long as she’s around to try it on.”
“You did,” Carnistir said drily in answer to the other question. “And Huan. And Arador.”
Lindë sighed.
“The more everyone says that,” she began.
“The more like him she gets?” Carnistir suggested.
Lindë gave him a reproachful look.
“She’s in Father’s workshop,” Carnistir told her. “Feel free to distract her. Given she showed up with something of Yúlon’s in hand, I have no idea what she’s up to, but I imagine it’s trouble in some form.”
Lindë sighed but headed off to hopefully be a good influence, or at the very least a good distraction. (Carnistir had noted the girl didn’t actually mind her elders fussing over her as long as they weren’t treating her like a small child or trying her not to do things she’d been doing all her life. He had a suspicion she actually enjoyed the fuss but was worried if she let it show too obviously, it would get out of hand.)
Then he went to find his mother. Not only would she want to see Anariel, she also had more experience than anyone else in this house at talking people out of their terrible (but brilliant) ideas.
He could only hope that held for California-influenced bad ideas.
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: Anariel arrives at Nerdanel's.
Word Count: 500
Carnistir did not laugh, but it was a near thing.
Anariel and Arador had shown up just after sundown. She’d been in a mood best described as complicated.
She’d also been carrying a box from Master Yúlon’s workshop.
“He gave it to her,” Arador announced before anyone – meaning Carnistir or Silmë – could ask.
“I’m keeping it in my room,” Anariel said, and disappeared upstairs with Huan padding along behind her.
Carnistir raised an eyebrow.
“It’s a model of the sun and stars,” Arador explained. “She’s really taken with it. She’s less taken with Master Yúlon’s conclusion that she’s Cousin Tyelkormo’s.”
Silmë let out a cough that might have been covering laughter.
Reviewing the situation in his head, Carnistir had to admit that aside from the hair color being not quite right, he couldn’t actually fault the smith’s logic. Particularly as she’d had Huan with her…
Anariel came thundering back down the stairs. As he knew she could move quietly when she was of a mind to, she was either in a hurry or choosing to be loud.
He wondered if it was worth pointing out that if she was looking to avoid comparisons to Tyelko, she was going about it the entirely wrong way.
“I’ll be in the workshop,” she called, waving to Silmë as she flew past.
Arador shook his head but followed without further commentary.
“You have to admit that last part isn’t like him at all,” Silmë said in some amusement.
“Like who?” Lindë asked, coming in from the direction of the kitchen. “I thought I heard Anarya?”
She was drying her hands on a towel, which meant she’d either been cooking or just finished eating.
“Tyelko,” Silmë replied, turning back toward her own workspace. “I’ll just see if I can get that circlet finished as long as she’s around to try it on.”
“You did,” Carnistir said drily in answer to the other question. “And Huan. And Arador.”
Lindë sighed.
“The more everyone says that,” she began.
“The more like him she gets?” Carnistir suggested.
Lindë gave him a reproachful look.
“She’s in Father’s workshop,” Carnistir told her. “Feel free to distract her. Given she showed up with something of Yúlon’s in hand, I have no idea what she’s up to, but I imagine it’s trouble in some form.”
Lindë sighed but headed off to hopefully be a good influence, or at the very least a good distraction. (Carnistir had noted the girl didn’t actually mind her elders fussing over her as long as they weren’t treating her like a small child or trying her not to do things she’d been doing all her life. He had a suspicion she actually enjoyed the fuss but was worried if she let it show too obviously, it would get out of hand.)
Then he went to find his mother. Not only would she want to see Anariel, she also had more experience than anyone else in this house at talking people out of their terrible (but brilliant) ideas.
He could only hope that held for California-influenced bad ideas.
