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Day 6 - The Short Straw
Title: The Short Straw
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: Someone had to break the news that Anariel skipped town. Tindomiel's not sure why 'someone' is her.
Word Count: 930
Note: Sorry, trivia night = very abbreviated writing time.
Tindomiel watched as Gildor grudgingly handed Miryo an IOU.
“Lost another bet?” she snickered.
Gildor’s put-upon expression only increased.
“If your sister had to run off, she could have waited two more days. Then it would be him losing for a change.”
Tindomiel hadn’t known her sister had gone anywhere. At least, not anywhere further than Gramma Nerdanel’s.
“Wait, how did you know?” she demanded, casting about mentally. Yeah, Anariel was somewhere Alqualondë-ish.
“My worst little brother aided and abetted,” Gildor grumbled. “She wouldn’t have found her way on her own.”
“There you go with the wishful thinking again,” Miryo said, only sounding slightly smug. “She’s unorthodox, not slow. I think she can work out which way the sea is. Failing that, she would have persuaded this one to take her her way.”
Tindomiel sighed. She wasn’t sure it had occurred to Anariel that she could travel by Key. Then again, maybe it had and she’d just wanted to go the old-fashioned way. She probably wanted to learn where things were. She definitely hadn’t minded getting home on her own two feet. (With a slight assist of the equine variety.)
“You should have made your bet with Glorfindel,” Miryo continued. “He expected her to light out last week.”
“She does actually like most of our grandparents,” Tindomiel felt compelled to point out.
Including, contrary to expectation, Grandmom Anairë.
“That doesn’t make all of them at once any less overwhelming,” Miryo pointed out. “Particularly for her.”
“If she’s trying to get away from grandparents, Alqualondë is not the place to go,” Gildor snorted.
“Good thing you didn’t say that to her,” Tindomiel said. “You’d be in so much trouble if she went wandering off to the far south. She hasn’t met most of the Lindarin kin yet.”
She decided not to share that she was pretty sure it wasn’t so much ‘get away from grandparents’ as ‘meet other grandparents’ motivating her sister. Maybe she should suggest to Ada and Nana that they go visit his parents, too.
Wait a minute…
“Did either of you two wager-happy dorks bother to tell Ada and Nana she’s gone?”
She sighed at their expressions.
“Of course you didn’t. Why do I get to be the bearer of bad news?”
“Hardly bad news. Your father will be pleased to hear Anariel wanted to spend time with his parents,” Miryo sniffed. “And he’s unlikely to be perturbed by this one’s predicament.”
Tindomiel shook her head.
“Did you guys bet on me this much? Actually, never mind, don’t answer that.”
She left them to it and went in search of her parents before they heard from anyone else. She found them in Grandmom Anairë’s favorite garden – unfortunately, with Grandmom Anairë and Grandpop Nolo.
Wasn’t this just going to be fun?
“Nobody shoot the messenger,” she said with a sigh. “Which I know you won’t actually, California saying.”
“Morgoth would have,” Grandpop Nolo muttered, opening up a whole new train of thought about the First Age… one probably better left to the sister she was here to discuss. If he ever lightened up about the whole Slayer thing, he’d discover Anariel was an excellent audience when it came to talking about battles, tactics, fights, etc. It was halfway surprising she hadn’t pestered him about anything First Age yet. Or everything.
“What’s the news, pumpkin belly?” Nana sighed, knowing it couldn’t be good if it merited a disclaimer like that.
“Anariel’s latest excursion took her a little father afield than Gramma Nerdanel’s,” Tindomiel said, wanting to get it over with. “She’s at Gramma Elwing’s. Gildor and Miryo were too chicken to tell you.”
Nana only looked slightly disappointed, probably more about not getting a heads up than anything else. Ada showed no surprise at all. The interesting reaction was Grandmom Anairë, who couldn’t quite hide that her eyes shot first to Grandpop Nolo.
“I suppose that means you’ll be leaving us as well, Elrond?” she asked, keeping her voice just the right side of the honestly sorry to see you go – guilt tripping into hanging around longer line.
“No, at least not just yet,” Ada replied – to general surprise, Tindomiel’s included. “Anariel doesn’t need us chasing after her. If she’d wanted us to go with her, she would have asked. I’ve a notion she and my parents could do with some time together getting to know each other without anyone else ‘butting in’ as Tinu likes to put it.”
Grandmom Anairë looked slightly uncertain, but pleased to hear they weren’t all about to decamp. (And maybe a little relieved to hear Ada was taking his father into consideration. Hard as it was to remember by times, Eärendil was her great-grandson.)
“The boys probably won’t mind having some quality time with you,” Tindomiel agreed.
In fact, now that she thought about it, if Anariel had made her move, there was really nothing stopping her and Maeglin doing the same. It had been a while since they were in their own house.
You needn’t stay longer if you’re ready to make your way home, Ada told her quietly. Your brothers might enjoy the grandparental attention without feeling bound to look after little sisters.
Tindomiel almost snickered. She didn’t need much looking after these days. Though she supposed it was also possible Ada might want to make sure the twins weren’t tempted to do the same as Anariel and run off elsewhere. Grandmom might be taking one newly arrived descendant skipping town so soon unexpectedly well, but it was a fair bet the other two doing the same would damage her calm.
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: Someone had to break the news that Anariel skipped town. Tindomiel's not sure why 'someone' is her.
Word Count: 930
Note: Sorry, trivia night = very abbreviated writing time.
Tindomiel watched as Gildor grudgingly handed Miryo an IOU.
“Lost another bet?” she snickered.
Gildor’s put-upon expression only increased.
“If your sister had to run off, she could have waited two more days. Then it would be him losing for a change.”
Tindomiel hadn’t known her sister had gone anywhere. At least, not anywhere further than Gramma Nerdanel’s.
“Wait, how did you know?” she demanded, casting about mentally. Yeah, Anariel was somewhere Alqualondë-ish.
“My worst little brother aided and abetted,” Gildor grumbled. “She wouldn’t have found her way on her own.”
“There you go with the wishful thinking again,” Miryo said, only sounding slightly smug. “She’s unorthodox, not slow. I think she can work out which way the sea is. Failing that, she would have persuaded this one to take her her way.”
Tindomiel sighed. She wasn’t sure it had occurred to Anariel that she could travel by Key. Then again, maybe it had and she’d just wanted to go the old-fashioned way. She probably wanted to learn where things were. She definitely hadn’t minded getting home on her own two feet. (With a slight assist of the equine variety.)
“You should have made your bet with Glorfindel,” Miryo continued. “He expected her to light out last week.”
“She does actually like most of our grandparents,” Tindomiel felt compelled to point out.
Including, contrary to expectation, Grandmom Anairë.
“That doesn’t make all of them at once any less overwhelming,” Miryo pointed out. “Particularly for her.”
“If she’s trying to get away from grandparents, Alqualondë is not the place to go,” Gildor snorted.
“Good thing you didn’t say that to her,” Tindomiel said. “You’d be in so much trouble if she went wandering off to the far south. She hasn’t met most of the Lindarin kin yet.”
She decided not to share that she was pretty sure it wasn’t so much ‘get away from grandparents’ as ‘meet other grandparents’ motivating her sister. Maybe she should suggest to Ada and Nana that they go visit his parents, too.
Wait a minute…
“Did either of you two wager-happy dorks bother to tell Ada and Nana she’s gone?”
She sighed at their expressions.
“Of course you didn’t. Why do I get to be the bearer of bad news?”
“Hardly bad news. Your father will be pleased to hear Anariel wanted to spend time with his parents,” Miryo sniffed. “And he’s unlikely to be perturbed by this one’s predicament.”
Tindomiel shook her head.
“Did you guys bet on me this much? Actually, never mind, don’t answer that.”
She left them to it and went in search of her parents before they heard from anyone else. She found them in Grandmom Anairë’s favorite garden – unfortunately, with Grandmom Anairë and Grandpop Nolo.
Wasn’t this just going to be fun?
“Nobody shoot the messenger,” she said with a sigh. “Which I know you won’t actually, California saying.”
“Morgoth would have,” Grandpop Nolo muttered, opening up a whole new train of thought about the First Age… one probably better left to the sister she was here to discuss. If he ever lightened up about the whole Slayer thing, he’d discover Anariel was an excellent audience when it came to talking about battles, tactics, fights, etc. It was halfway surprising she hadn’t pestered him about anything First Age yet. Or everything.
“What’s the news, pumpkin belly?” Nana sighed, knowing it couldn’t be good if it merited a disclaimer like that.
“Anariel’s latest excursion took her a little father afield than Gramma Nerdanel’s,” Tindomiel said, wanting to get it over with. “She’s at Gramma Elwing’s. Gildor and Miryo were too chicken to tell you.”
Nana only looked slightly disappointed, probably more about not getting a heads up than anything else. Ada showed no surprise at all. The interesting reaction was Grandmom Anairë, who couldn’t quite hide that her eyes shot first to Grandpop Nolo.
“I suppose that means you’ll be leaving us as well, Elrond?” she asked, keeping her voice just the right side of the honestly sorry to see you go – guilt tripping into hanging around longer line.
“No, at least not just yet,” Ada replied – to general surprise, Tindomiel’s included. “Anariel doesn’t need us chasing after her. If she’d wanted us to go with her, she would have asked. I’ve a notion she and my parents could do with some time together getting to know each other without anyone else ‘butting in’ as Tinu likes to put it.”
Grandmom Anairë looked slightly uncertain, but pleased to hear they weren’t all about to decamp. (And maybe a little relieved to hear Ada was taking his father into consideration. Hard as it was to remember by times, Eärendil was her great-grandson.)
“The boys probably won’t mind having some quality time with you,” Tindomiel agreed.
In fact, now that she thought about it, if Anariel had made her move, there was really nothing stopping her and Maeglin doing the same. It had been a while since they were in their own house.
You needn’t stay longer if you’re ready to make your way home, Ada told her quietly. Your brothers might enjoy the grandparental attention without feeling bound to look after little sisters.
Tindomiel almost snickered. She didn’t need much looking after these days. Though she supposed it was also possible Ada might want to make sure the twins weren’t tempted to do the same as Anariel and run off elsewhere. Grandmom might be taking one newly arrived descendant skipping town so soon unexpectedly well, but it was a fair bet the other two doing the same would damage her calm.