Day 14 - Trio
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grundyscribblingTitle: Trio
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: And then there were three...
Word Count: 535
Note: Sorry, but I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard. Will probably work this into something longer after Fic A Day is over.
Anariel did not open her eyes when the shadow fell on her.
“You’re blocking my sun,” she announced.
She was enjoying a beach day – and her grandparents’ place was far enough from Alqualondë proper that she could do that without worrying about becoming a spectacle. She’d also gotten to get her ‘whoa, they actually meant it about jewels being scattered on the beach’ without an audience.
Best of all, the water was a perfect temperature for cooling off if the sun got too hot. She’d been alternating between napping and swimming all morning.
“I thought you were the sun?”
Ok, that warranted a peek. She didn’t recognize that voice. She’d thought it was Arador.
Opening one eye, she found he was there, along with an elf she did not recognize. Silver hair plus dialect meant Lindar of Alqualondë… Ok, that warranted opening the other eye, too.
“She is named for the sun,” Arador said. “But that’s not what she meant. Sleeping in the sun is a California custom.”
“People don’t sunbathe here?” she asked in astonishment. “Also, you guys are upside down.”
That got a chuckle from Arador, who obligingly moved so he wasn’t standing over the top of her head.
“People occasionally nap in the sun if they’re tired, but not as you’ve told us the people of California did. And no oils on their skin to make it change color.”
“Is that what you were doing?” the unknown elf asked curiously. “Also, we were not upside down. You were.”
Anariel looked to Arador, who offered her a hand. She accepted – and found the new person took the other.
Once she was upright, she looked from one to the other.
“Anariel, be known to our cousin Sololindo.”
“Our – wait, Sololindo?”
One expectant expression and one bemused one looked back at her. She’d held back with her grandparents, but Arador was the one who actually learned about California before he’d met her and had been doing a decent job of keeping up…
“She’s not being rude, it’s reminded her of something,” Arador explained patiently. “Go on?”
“He’s only named for two of the best characters in Star Wars,” Anariel said. “Han Solo and Lando Calrissian.”
“He’s -lindo, not -lando,” Arador sighed, drawing out the vowels.
“Potato, potahto,” Anariel sniffed. “His name is awesome.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Sololindo said drily. “Though I suspect my parents chose it for its sound-taste. I don’t think they’ve ever heard of Star Wars. Who would make war on the stars?”
Anariel could see Arador trying not to shake his head. If her new cousin was going to hand her perfect setups like this…
“Darth Vader,” she offered with a straight face.
Half an hour later, Arador had given up the battle not to laugh, Solo (not Han, though slightly more open to being described as a scoundrel; also curious to know what a ‘nerf-herder’ was but adamant ‘scruffy’ did not apply to himself) was disputing that a city in the clouds as she described could be practical but taking lightsabers in stride.
“Mention it to Prince Fëanaro and he’ll try to make one,” had been his take – which Anariel found herself unable to argue with. Also, uninclined to actually tempt Grandpa Butthead.
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: And then there were three...
Word Count: 535
Note: Sorry, but I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard. Will probably work this into something longer after Fic A Day is over.
Anariel did not open her eyes when the shadow fell on her.
“You’re blocking my sun,” she announced.
She was enjoying a beach day – and her grandparents’ place was far enough from Alqualondë proper that she could do that without worrying about becoming a spectacle. She’d also gotten to get her ‘whoa, they actually meant it about jewels being scattered on the beach’ without an audience.
Best of all, the water was a perfect temperature for cooling off if the sun got too hot. She’d been alternating between napping and swimming all morning.
“I thought you were the sun?”
Ok, that warranted a peek. She didn’t recognize that voice. She’d thought it was Arador.
Opening one eye, she found he was there, along with an elf she did not recognize. Silver hair plus dialect meant Lindar of Alqualondë… Ok, that warranted opening the other eye, too.
“She is named for the sun,” Arador said. “But that’s not what she meant. Sleeping in the sun is a California custom.”
“People don’t sunbathe here?” she asked in astonishment. “Also, you guys are upside down.”
That got a chuckle from Arador, who obligingly moved so he wasn’t standing over the top of her head.
“People occasionally nap in the sun if they’re tired, but not as you’ve told us the people of California did. And no oils on their skin to make it change color.”
“Is that what you were doing?” the unknown elf asked curiously. “Also, we were not upside down. You were.”
Anariel looked to Arador, who offered her a hand. She accepted – and found the new person took the other.
Once she was upright, she looked from one to the other.
“Anariel, be known to our cousin Sololindo.”
“Our – wait, Sololindo?”
One expectant expression and one bemused one looked back at her. She’d held back with her grandparents, but Arador was the one who actually learned about California before he’d met her and had been doing a decent job of keeping up…
“She’s not being rude, it’s reminded her of something,” Arador explained patiently. “Go on?”
“He’s only named for two of the best characters in Star Wars,” Anariel said. “Han Solo and Lando Calrissian.”
“He’s -lindo, not -lando,” Arador sighed, drawing out the vowels.
“Potato, potahto,” Anariel sniffed. “His name is awesome.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Sololindo said drily. “Though I suspect my parents chose it for its sound-taste. I don’t think they’ve ever heard of Star Wars. Who would make war on the stars?”
Anariel could see Arador trying not to shake his head. If her new cousin was going to hand her perfect setups like this…
“Darth Vader,” she offered with a straight face.
Half an hour later, Arador had given up the battle not to laugh, Solo (not Han, though slightly more open to being described as a scoundrel; also curious to know what a ‘nerf-herder’ was but adamant ‘scruffy’ did not apply to himself) was disputing that a city in the clouds as she described could be practical but taking lightsabers in stride.
“Mention it to Prince Fëanaro and he’ll try to make one,” had been his take – which Anariel found herself unable to argue with. Also, uninclined to actually tempt Grandpa Butthead.
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Date: 2024-08-17 03:36 am (UTC)Thank you for another very enjoyable update. And if anyone is taking bets as to Anariel’s future spouse, my money is on Sololindo. Especially since Anariel wants to take up surfing again and “Surfsinger” is definitely going to be commented on by Tinu, if not Celebrían as well (hello, Beach Boys).
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Date: 2024-08-17 06:26 pm (UTC)And when Fëanor makes a lightsaber, I have to wonder what color the blade will be…
All of them. Just to show he can. He would have the first rainbow lightsaber.