Day 5 - Bring Me That Horizon
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grundyscribblingTitle: Bring Me That Horizon
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. Elwing. Eärendil. Boat.
Word Count: 1050
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. Elwing. Eärendil. Boat.
Word Count: 1050
Anariel stared out to sea.
Nothing but sky and ocean. Blue, as far as the eye could see. Different shades of blue, with only the occasional wisp of white cloud.
The gentle sway of her grandparent’s boat was surprisingly soothing.
Her grandmother, who had been awake earlier and packing for their sail while she and her grandfather slept as suggested, was now taking her own nap in a hammock at the front of the boat.
Anariel was lounging at the back, enjoying the uninterrupted ocean view.
At first she wasn’t able to put her finger on what was tickling her brain. But after a while of staring off at the horizon, she realized what it was.
She was experiencing what might be the most peaceful day of her entire life.
No stress. No worries. No imminent war. Nothing to slay – she was now a Slayer in a place where there were no evil creatures.
She didn’t even have a small herd of high-strung relatives nearby. Just her grandparents.
The whole day had been amazing.
Yes, ok, Granddad and Gramma dreams during naptime earlier, but even that hadn’t been bad. Fall of Gondolin and Kinslaying bits aside, most of it had been fairly peaceful. They’d spent most of their lives in enclaves under Ulmo’s protection. And then sailed. (And yes, Eärendil had fought in the War of Wrath, leading to some nifty aerial battles and a bit of dragonslaying, which had been pretty freaking awesome.)
You are also under my lord’s protection.
Anariel blinked, looking for the source of the voice, and found…
“Wait, I wasn’t hallucinating on the ship before. That was you.”
What appeared to be a woman made of water which had risen up from the sea and was now standing level with the deck of the Rôthinzil – except not actually standing on anything, it was all water – nodded.
Who else did you expect it to be?
Anariel opened her mouth to reply, then carefully closed it again. No sense saying that ‘expect’ was rather strong considering she’d been two seconds from passing out.
Now that she was more with the world, it was still a little freaky to be talking to literal water.
She gave up trying not to stare – Uinen had apparently just borrowed seawater rather than put on a proper fana. There were several small fish swimming unconcernedly through her torso.
“Lady Uinen,” Anariel’s grandfather said cheerfully, coming up behind her. “What brings you here?”
“Curiosity,” Uinen replied.
Anariel had about a million questions on how she was managing a physical voice while being made of water. She also knew better than to let any of them rise to the top of her mind. Just for a second she regretted that Willow wasn’t here to see this.
“I wanted to see how this one was faring,” Uinen continued. “Now that she is ranging further than the city of the Noldor.”
There was a pause. Anariel caught a sense of distinct amusement.
“She may have been named for the sun, but I think she is another sea-friend like you, Ardamírë.”
And as unpredictable as the ocean.
“Um, thanks, I think?” Anariel said, responding to both the spoken and unspoken at once.
“Will the weather hold, my lady?” her grandfather asked, as if getting weather reports from ainur was normal.
Actually, maybe for him it was.
“For your first sail with this one?” Uinen chuckled. “Of course. We would not spoil it! Enjoy the sun and calm. If Ossë wants sport, he must find it elsewhere for the time being.”
The water abruptly lost form and with it, the ability to defy gravity. It returned to its usual level with a splash.
Anariel felt sorry for the fish. The abrupt change in height had to be confusing for them.
“I see you’ve inherited Elwing’s talent for knowing when there are ainur about,” her grandfather said, ruffling her hair. “It’s not as vital here as it was in Beleriand, but it does come in handy for not accidentally disturbing anyone.”
“Something like that,” Anariel said. “Do you usually get them looking in like that?”
Eärendil laughed.
“I’m old news to Uinen and Ossë by now. You, on the other hand, are fresh and novel. And I imagine they want to pat themselves on the back for their part in the storm that threw Morgoth back to let your ship enter Aman.”
“Oh, good point,” Anariel murmured. “I didn’t think. I should’ve said thank you.”
We would have done it even if you hadn’t decided to choose our kindred. Ossë enjoyed raising such a storm – it has been many years since he was permitted one like that in any part of Aman!
Ok, maybe Uinen wasn’t so gone.
You are on the water, young one. Lord UllubÅz is never wholly absent from water. Nor I from the sea.
“Oh. Thank you.”
She meant for both the storm and the pointer, but Uinen would know that.
Anariel resolved to get tips from her grandmother on dealing with ainur. Actually, make that grandmothers. Elwing could tell her some things, but Melian would surely know more. And clearly she needed to get up to speed on the finer points of life among the ainur.
But later. For now, she had quality relaxation time to get in with her grandparents. Lounging. Napping. Granddad had mentioned something about fishing. And both grandparents had plans on teaching her how to sail.
Unnecessary, Uinen sniffed. You should be able to use the water to direct the boat.
I feel like that might be an advanced topic, Anariel replied. Besides, it could be good to know the elvish way.
I will tell Ossë. He likes boats. He can tell you all there is to know about them – and he wants to hear more about the metal boats Tindomiel spoke of.
“Good conversation?” her grandfather asked, startling her. At her look of surprise, he chuckled. “Elwing’s gotten that distracted look a time or two.”
“Ossë wants to know about California ships,” she reported in bemusement. Then again, if anyone in Aman would appreciate battleships…
“He would,” Eärendil sighed. “I’m sure he’ll get his look-in later. For now, let’s see if we can’t catch something the right size for supper.”
Anariel grinned.
She could get used to days like this.
Nothing but sky and ocean. Blue, as far as the eye could see. Different shades of blue, with only the occasional wisp of white cloud.
The gentle sway of her grandparent’s boat was surprisingly soothing.
Her grandmother, who had been awake earlier and packing for their sail while she and her grandfather slept as suggested, was now taking her own nap in a hammock at the front of the boat.
Anariel was lounging at the back, enjoying the uninterrupted ocean view.
At first she wasn’t able to put her finger on what was tickling her brain. But after a while of staring off at the horizon, she realized what it was.
She was experiencing what might be the most peaceful day of her entire life.
No stress. No worries. No imminent war. Nothing to slay – she was now a Slayer in a place where there were no evil creatures.
She didn’t even have a small herd of high-strung relatives nearby. Just her grandparents.
The whole day had been amazing.
Yes, ok, Granddad and Gramma dreams during naptime earlier, but even that hadn’t been bad. Fall of Gondolin and Kinslaying bits aside, most of it had been fairly peaceful. They’d spent most of their lives in enclaves under Ulmo’s protection. And then sailed. (And yes, Eärendil had fought in the War of Wrath, leading to some nifty aerial battles and a bit of dragonslaying, which had been pretty freaking awesome.)
You are also under my lord’s protection.
Anariel blinked, looking for the source of the voice, and found…
“Wait, I wasn’t hallucinating on the ship before. That was you.”
What appeared to be a woman made of water which had risen up from the sea and was now standing level with the deck of the Rôthinzil – except not actually standing on anything, it was all water – nodded.
Who else did you expect it to be?
Anariel opened her mouth to reply, then carefully closed it again. No sense saying that ‘expect’ was rather strong considering she’d been two seconds from passing out.
Now that she was more with the world, it was still a little freaky to be talking to literal water.
She gave up trying not to stare – Uinen had apparently just borrowed seawater rather than put on a proper fana. There were several small fish swimming unconcernedly through her torso.
“Lady Uinen,” Anariel’s grandfather said cheerfully, coming up behind her. “What brings you here?”
“Curiosity,” Uinen replied.
Anariel had about a million questions on how she was managing a physical voice while being made of water. She also knew better than to let any of them rise to the top of her mind. Just for a second she regretted that Willow wasn’t here to see this.
“I wanted to see how this one was faring,” Uinen continued. “Now that she is ranging further than the city of the Noldor.”
There was a pause. Anariel caught a sense of distinct amusement.
“She may have been named for the sun, but I think she is another sea-friend like you, Ardamírë.”
And as unpredictable as the ocean.
“Um, thanks, I think?” Anariel said, responding to both the spoken and unspoken at once.
“Will the weather hold, my lady?” her grandfather asked, as if getting weather reports from ainur was normal.
Actually, maybe for him it was.
“For your first sail with this one?” Uinen chuckled. “Of course. We would not spoil it! Enjoy the sun and calm. If Ossë wants sport, he must find it elsewhere for the time being.”
The water abruptly lost form and with it, the ability to defy gravity. It returned to its usual level with a splash.
Anariel felt sorry for the fish. The abrupt change in height had to be confusing for them.
“I see you’ve inherited Elwing’s talent for knowing when there are ainur about,” her grandfather said, ruffling her hair. “It’s not as vital here as it was in Beleriand, but it does come in handy for not accidentally disturbing anyone.”
“Something like that,” Anariel said. “Do you usually get them looking in like that?”
Eärendil laughed.
“I’m old news to Uinen and Ossë by now. You, on the other hand, are fresh and novel. And I imagine they want to pat themselves on the back for their part in the storm that threw Morgoth back to let your ship enter Aman.”
“Oh, good point,” Anariel murmured. “I didn’t think. I should’ve said thank you.”
We would have done it even if you hadn’t decided to choose our kindred. Ossë enjoyed raising such a storm – it has been many years since he was permitted one like that in any part of Aman!
Ok, maybe Uinen wasn’t so gone.
You are on the water, young one. Lord UllubÅz is never wholly absent from water. Nor I from the sea.
“Oh. Thank you.”
She meant for both the storm and the pointer, but Uinen would know that.
Anariel resolved to get tips from her grandmother on dealing with ainur. Actually, make that grandmothers. Elwing could tell her some things, but Melian would surely know more. And clearly she needed to get up to speed on the finer points of life among the ainur.
But later. For now, she had quality relaxation time to get in with her grandparents. Lounging. Napping. Granddad had mentioned something about fishing. And both grandparents had plans on teaching her how to sail.
Unnecessary, Uinen sniffed. You should be able to use the water to direct the boat.
I feel like that might be an advanced topic, Anariel replied. Besides, it could be good to know the elvish way.
I will tell Ossë. He likes boats. He can tell you all there is to know about them – and he wants to hear more about the metal boats Tindomiel spoke of.
“Good conversation?” her grandfather asked, startling her. At her look of surprise, he chuckled. “Elwing’s gotten that distracted look a time or two.”
“Ossë wants to know about California ships,” she reported in bemusement. Then again, if anyone in Aman would appreciate battleships…
“He would,” Eärendil sighed. “I’m sure he’ll get his look-in later. For now, let’s see if we can’t catch something the right size for supper.”
Anariel grinned.
She could get used to days like this.
