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Day 11 - The Morning Tide
Title: The Morning Tide
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 enjoys a quiet morning.
Word Count: 1250
Anariel blinked the early morning light out of her eyes. She wasn’t inclined to get up yet, not that she could even if she wanted to with Huan using both her feet as a pillow.
It had been a more restful night than she’d expected.
Yes, there had been a few grisly murders. (She was starting to wonder what would happen if she went to see the stumps of the Trees. If Huan rated a dream, they probably did, too.) Morgoth’s memories of both Finwë and Olwë went much further back than Aman. And the Kinslaying thing was even less fun when she had to see not just the killing part, but the aftermath also. Twice, because Olwë and Súyelírë hadn’t been in the same place much that day.
They’d lost both their sons to the Kinslaying, so she had that to look forward to. At some point, she was going to be expected to go into town to meet the rest of the family. Getting there could be interesting, given how much of Alqualondë had been affected by Fëanor’s last bright idea before leaving Aman. (Next to last? Did leaving everyone else behind count?)
She also couldn’t help wondering just how much groveling Granddad Ara had had to do when he came back from Araman. That part she hadn’t seen, from any angle. Once the Doom had been handed down, the Valar actually moved pretty quickly on the whole ‘fence Valinor’ thing. Morgoth’s knowledge of what was happening there had petered out pretty quickly.
There had been no more Morgoth dreams last night, which must mean she’d done a good enough job ignoring whoever else had been in the room with Finwë, Grandpa Butthead, and haru. (At least one of haru’s brothers. Possibly more than one. Someone had been making sure Tinu stayed out of the way, which she appreciated. That kind of good sense suggested Maedhros to her mind. Unless it had been the twins?)
Did she have to talk to new people? Interact? Acknowledge them in some way? Or was it the other way around – did they need to speak to or acknowledge her? It would be nice to know where the line was. She didn’t have a lot to go on so far. Yes, she had gone partying in Tirion that once, but she didn’t know if she hadn’t seen more Morgoth memories because not that many people had actually gotten Morgoth’s attention for more than brief episodes, or if it was because she’d stuck mostly with her brothers and Arador and his brothers, and let them do as much of the talking as possible.
It would be nice to know. If nothing else, it would make going out and about less of a gamble.
Not that she planned on it immediately. Today she had in mind a strenuous day of doing nothing.
First some lounging in bed, thinking over the stories she’d heard about Uncle Elros – and some of those had been news to Gramma, too, by her reaction. It was so odd that they’d never heard any of that stuff in Middle-earth. Then again, maybe some of their cousins’ children had done some historic reputation polishing. Uncle Elros in the books at Imladris had sounded stuffy. Uncle Elros tearing around Elenna with Uncle Ingo sounded fun.
Eventually there would be food. Then swimming, followed laying out in the garden getting some sun. Quality napping – nasty Morgoth dream free. Possibly at some point seeing if Arador felt like an excursion. She should be able to catch his attention from here. Alqualondë proper couldn’t be that far away.
She might not be ready to go sailing on her own yet, but she was guessing he knew his way around boats. She wanted to pick his brain about the Elros thing.
She wondered how long it would be before surfing was an option.
Grandpop Olwë had been fascinated by the concept of surfing, which Tinu had been able to explain. But Tinu had never been surfing and only knowing in the most general terms what a surfboard looked like. The Lindar hadn’t gotten very far trying to surf on flat boards.
Anariel had actually gone surfing in California a number of times. So she was able to be more accurate about the boards and what they were made from. Which meant Olwë now had a better idea how to approach making one, and was eager to try. And apparently Grandmother’s uncles and cousins were likely to be just as keen.
Tindomiel had introduced hang gliding. If the Lindar had taken to that, Anariel was guessing surfing would be even more popular.
She was eager to try it in the traditional way again, rather than the ‘on top of rocks falling down mountain’ way. She had a notion Arador would enjoy it, too. And rumor had it she had other cousins around here somewhere…
“Where are my favorite girls?”
Eärendil was home.
Anariel reclaimed her feet from a disgruntled Huan so she could run into the kitchen.
“Gramma’s sleeping in, I think,” she informed him. “We stayed up late talking.”
“So what did you think of her aunt and uncle?” Eärendil wanted to know.
“You mean my other grandparents?” she asked archly. “Gran Súyelírë’s talking about a new sweater. And me and Grandpop Olwë are going to make surfing a thing.”
“Meaning he’s going to make the surfboards and you’ll test them?” Eärendil laughed, tossing a package onto the counter as he shrugged out of his jacket. “That’s a welcome present from my crew. They’re pleased to hear you’re here and in good health.”
Anariel paused for a second before deciding that presents were a good thing. She opened it to reveal a complicated looking mechanism and a brightly colored weighted rope with patterned knots at even intervals. Sam Gamgee would approve, although he’d probably no more understand what it was for than she did.
“I have no idea what either of these are,” she said, puzzled. “But thank your crew for me.”
Eärendil grinned.
“They’ve sent you a sextant and a leadline, since they heard you were learning to sail. I doubt you’ll be far enough from shore to worry about the sextant any time soon. I’ll teach you, don’t worry, it’s not difficult. But learning landmarks up and down the coast will do you more good for right now. The leadline is as simple as it looks – toss the weighted end overboard, and when it hits bottom, you can read the depth from the knots.”
Anariel was pretty sure if she wanted to know about water depth, she could just ask Uinen or whoever else happened to be around. But if having the old-fashioned tools made everyone feel better… And of course her grandfather’s crew would expect the sextant would lead to more quality granddad-granddaughter time.
“Oh, that’s handy,” she said. Watching Eärendil crack eggs into a bowl, she added, “Do you always make breakfast?”
“Most days,” Eärendil replied. “I enjoy normal, everyday things. Helps me keep an even keel. I thought omelets this morning – what do you want with yours?”
Anariel scrambled to find where the cheese was, and the peppers.
By the time Elwing wandered in, eyes still sleepy but incredibly fond as she caught sight of Eärendil, breakfast was ready.
A girl could get used to this, she heard Elwing say softly as stood on tip-toe to kiss Eärendil’s cheek.
Anariel agreed.
She would happily watch her grandparents being adorable all day long.
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 enjoys a quiet morning.
Word Count: 1250
Anariel blinked the early morning light out of her eyes. She wasn’t inclined to get up yet, not that she could even if she wanted to with Huan using both her feet as a pillow.
It had been a more restful night than she’d expected.
Yes, there had been a few grisly murders. (She was starting to wonder what would happen if she went to see the stumps of the Trees. If Huan rated a dream, they probably did, too.) Morgoth’s memories of both Finwë and Olwë went much further back than Aman. And the Kinslaying thing was even less fun when she had to see not just the killing part, but the aftermath also. Twice, because Olwë and Súyelírë hadn’t been in the same place much that day.
They’d lost both their sons to the Kinslaying, so she had that to look forward to. At some point, she was going to be expected to go into town to meet the rest of the family. Getting there could be interesting, given how much of Alqualondë had been affected by Fëanor’s last bright idea before leaving Aman. (Next to last? Did leaving everyone else behind count?)
She also couldn’t help wondering just how much groveling Granddad Ara had had to do when he came back from Araman. That part she hadn’t seen, from any angle. Once the Doom had been handed down, the Valar actually moved pretty quickly on the whole ‘fence Valinor’ thing. Morgoth’s knowledge of what was happening there had petered out pretty quickly.
There had been no more Morgoth dreams last night, which must mean she’d done a good enough job ignoring whoever else had been in the room with Finwë, Grandpa Butthead, and haru. (At least one of haru’s brothers. Possibly more than one. Someone had been making sure Tinu stayed out of the way, which she appreciated. That kind of good sense suggested Maedhros to her mind. Unless it had been the twins?)
Did she have to talk to new people? Interact? Acknowledge them in some way? Or was it the other way around – did they need to speak to or acknowledge her? It would be nice to know where the line was. She didn’t have a lot to go on so far. Yes, she had gone partying in Tirion that once, but she didn’t know if she hadn’t seen more Morgoth memories because not that many people had actually gotten Morgoth’s attention for more than brief episodes, or if it was because she’d stuck mostly with her brothers and Arador and his brothers, and let them do as much of the talking as possible.
It would be nice to know. If nothing else, it would make going out and about less of a gamble.
Not that she planned on it immediately. Today she had in mind a strenuous day of doing nothing.
First some lounging in bed, thinking over the stories she’d heard about Uncle Elros – and some of those had been news to Gramma, too, by her reaction. It was so odd that they’d never heard any of that stuff in Middle-earth. Then again, maybe some of their cousins’ children had done some historic reputation polishing. Uncle Elros in the books at Imladris had sounded stuffy. Uncle Elros tearing around Elenna with Uncle Ingo sounded fun.
Eventually there would be food. Then swimming, followed laying out in the garden getting some sun. Quality napping – nasty Morgoth dream free. Possibly at some point seeing if Arador felt like an excursion. She should be able to catch his attention from here. Alqualondë proper couldn’t be that far away.
She might not be ready to go sailing on her own yet, but she was guessing he knew his way around boats. She wanted to pick his brain about the Elros thing.
She wondered how long it would be before surfing was an option.
Grandpop Olwë had been fascinated by the concept of surfing, which Tinu had been able to explain. But Tinu had never been surfing and only knowing in the most general terms what a surfboard looked like. The Lindar hadn’t gotten very far trying to surf on flat boards.
Anariel had actually gone surfing in California a number of times. So she was able to be more accurate about the boards and what they were made from. Which meant Olwë now had a better idea how to approach making one, and was eager to try. And apparently Grandmother’s uncles and cousins were likely to be just as keen.
Tindomiel had introduced hang gliding. If the Lindar had taken to that, Anariel was guessing surfing would be even more popular.
She was eager to try it in the traditional way again, rather than the ‘on top of rocks falling down mountain’ way. She had a notion Arador would enjoy it, too. And rumor had it she had other cousins around here somewhere…
“Where are my favorite girls?”
Eärendil was home.
Anariel reclaimed her feet from a disgruntled Huan so she could run into the kitchen.
“Gramma’s sleeping in, I think,” she informed him. “We stayed up late talking.”
“So what did you think of her aunt and uncle?” Eärendil wanted to know.
“You mean my other grandparents?” she asked archly. “Gran Súyelírë’s talking about a new sweater. And me and Grandpop Olwë are going to make surfing a thing.”
“Meaning he’s going to make the surfboards and you’ll test them?” Eärendil laughed, tossing a package onto the counter as he shrugged out of his jacket. “That’s a welcome present from my crew. They’re pleased to hear you’re here and in good health.”
Anariel paused for a second before deciding that presents were a good thing. She opened it to reveal a complicated looking mechanism and a brightly colored weighted rope with patterned knots at even intervals. Sam Gamgee would approve, although he’d probably no more understand what it was for than she did.
“I have no idea what either of these are,” she said, puzzled. “But thank your crew for me.”
Eärendil grinned.
“They’ve sent you a sextant and a leadline, since they heard you were learning to sail. I doubt you’ll be far enough from shore to worry about the sextant any time soon. I’ll teach you, don’t worry, it’s not difficult. But learning landmarks up and down the coast will do you more good for right now. The leadline is as simple as it looks – toss the weighted end overboard, and when it hits bottom, you can read the depth from the knots.”
Anariel was pretty sure if she wanted to know about water depth, she could just ask Uinen or whoever else happened to be around. But if having the old-fashioned tools made everyone feel better… And of course her grandfather’s crew would expect the sextant would lead to more quality granddad-granddaughter time.
“Oh, that’s handy,” she said. Watching Eärendil crack eggs into a bowl, she added, “Do you always make breakfast?”
“Most days,” Eärendil replied. “I enjoy normal, everyday things. Helps me keep an even keel. I thought omelets this morning – what do you want with yours?”
Anariel scrambled to find where the cheese was, and the peppers.
By the time Elwing wandered in, eyes still sleepy but incredibly fond as she caught sight of Eärendil, breakfast was ready.
A girl could get used to this, she heard Elwing say softly as stood on tip-toe to kiss Eärendil’s cheek.
Anariel agreed.
She would happily watch her grandparents being adorable all day long.