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Day 24 - The Holy and the...
Title: The Holy and the...
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 has a lot of relatives to meet.
Word Count: 1250
Anariel grinned.
Granted, she didn’t have a lot of basis for comparison – she’d only seen one festival in Tirion, and that had been heavily attended by Lindar – but so far she was leaning toward ‘the Lindar throw a better party’.
Not exactly a fair contest, Arador informed her. You spent most of that outing trying not to be too obvious and get caught.
“I’ll give it another try next time I’m in town,” she shrugged. “But this is a pretty good shindig.”
Granted, there had initially been a few double takes at someone of her size and hair joining in on the singing of the border songs, but that had lasted until the first person clever (or sober) enough to put circle + braids together had realized who had just decided to make a cameo.
In retrospect, it might have been smarter to sail than walk. She knew Legolas was maybe a mile or so down the beach, but at the rate they were going, it was going to take all night to get there.
“But you’ll have such fun trying,” Solo smirked.
True. It was an enthusiastic crowd. She wasn’t letting it go to her head, though. (Ok, maybe just a little. But she’d pay for it later. Stupid Morgoth.)
The next song was one she didn’t know the words to, so she had to settle for dancing. She tried to keep the forward progress going during the dance, but the amusement from her companions suggested she wasn’t making as much headway as she hoped.
Fortunately for all three of them, Legolas popped out of the crowd.
“Thought that was you,” he snickered. “Come on, my grandfather’s here, and one of his cousins.”
Anariel was curious to meet Oropher – and fairly sure she didn’t have to worry about a repeat of Uncle Eöl thinking she was coddled. Oropher had generally sounded like fun in the stories she’d heard. (At least, the ones she’d heard from people other than Thranduil.)
Arador and Solo fell into step behind her as she trailed after Legolas, who wasn’t nearly as concerned about clearing people out of the way as she had been.
“Have you been here the whole time?” she asked curiously.
“No, I waited here on the coast until Ada arrived, then we went inland to Neldoreth,” Legolas replied. “I came back because I wanted to see what a Lindarin festival with all the Lindar looked like.”
Also because he thought his parents might appreciate some time without him underfoot, she gleaned. She wondered if that meant he’d end up with a younger sibling an Age younger than him. That could be a little weird.
“My grandfather came with me,” Legolas continued, sounding as giddy as a kid at Christmas.
“So I’m not the only one with enthusiastic grandparents who were just waiting for me to get off a boat?” she asked.
Two snorts behind her answered that before Legolas could say a word.
“She says that as if she’s actually met all the grandparents yet,” Solo remarked.
“Shush, you,” she ordered. “I’ve met lots of grandparents!”
“Lots is not all,” he pointed out.
Legolas looked from her to him and back again.
“He’s a cousin,” she explained. “Sololindo of Alqualondë.”
“Sololindo Eärlindion would probably be more helpful as an introduction,” Arador suggested. “Also, he’s the same generation as Oropher.”
All three of them regarded him in some surprise.
“Well he is,” Arador said.
“He’s our age,” Anariel pointed out reasonably. “Not quite the same as being begotten…”
She trailed off, not actually sure when Oropher had been begotten.
“In the Years of the Trees,” Legolas filled in drily. “Before the sun or moon, and also before the Noldor got bright ideas.”
Everyone present did agree on that particular point.
“While he and I may technically be in the same generation – my father and his mother were first cousins,” Solo sighed, “I think it’s safe to say you’re the cousin more my speed. Still curious about that surfing thing.”
“We’ll get to that another day,” Anariel assured him.
For one thing, first she had to find someone who could make the boards for them.
“You’ll have to explain what that means later,” Legolas sighed. “Grandfather, this is Anariel, Arador, and Sololindo.”
Anariel blinked.
Oropher was a slightly thinner, more angular version of Celeborn, and looking her and her companions over curiously.
She just caught the thought from his companion – cousin? – that the three of them were quite the unholy trio. Legolas looked ready to protest that, but it was actually kind of amusing given all she’d heard about Grandmother and Aunt Trouble. (Both of whom Oropher would know.)
“Unholy is a slight exaggeration, Uncle I Haven’t Met. We’re not that bad. Although… I guess I would be unholy, wouldn’t I? Not only not from Aman, but took a detour to California, hiked through Mordor, consorted with orcs…”
She couldn’t keep the giggles back as she realized one more thing. If Anairë meant holiest…
We are not calling you Unholiest in front of her, Arador informed her bluntly. No matter how funny you think it is!
Speak for yourself. I will, Solo shrugged. Although you do have more in common with her than you think. Your brothers and sister were very clear that you, too, can badger everyone into obeying you for feasts and festivals.
Anariel was too busy mentally spluttering at that to argue.
“Slightly more Noldorin than we were told if you’re sitting here playing on Princess Anairë’s name,” Oropher snorted. “The one who sent you off on that tangent is your grandmother Nimloth’s brother Belthil.”
Belthil looked entirely unrepentant.
Anariel frowned. If he was Nimloth’s brother, that made him Ada’s granduncle. She didn’t even remember hearing his name before. Even though it felt like she should have…
“How come we didn’t hear tons of stories about you?” she asked curiously.
He’d been a prince of Doriath too…
“When you get ignominiously shot from behind by a lowly orc patrol and die before you get back to Aunt Melian’s protection it doesn’t really rate a song,” he shrugged. “That happened early enough that I didn’t get to see anything of Maeglin, never mind your grandmother.”
Anariel needed a moment to accept the mention of Maeglin and Elwing as the same age.
She lived the whole time, he spent most of it in Mandos, Arador pointed out reasonably. There’s a reason he counts with us ‘kids’ now instead of Atto’s generation. Or cousin Elwing’s.
Starting to think Tinu has a point about our family tree, she grumbled.
“Have you had supper yet, Unholy Eluchil?” Belthil asked, eyes dancing.
Anariel glared at him. She didn’t need everyone starting up with the Eluchil thing.
That sounds like it might stick, Solo observed.
He had an excellent straight face, only a faint twitch at the edge of his lips giving away how amused he was by the whole thing.
Looks like it, too, Arador added, now he knows it annoys you.
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Elwing was worried about getting her clean and dressed, not fed,” Arador added.
“She chased you guys into the bath too,” Anariel pointed out.
“Which means we haven’t eaten either,” Solo announced, making it sound almost like a tragedy.
“Lucky for you that you have kin here, then, isn’t it?” Oropher said wryly. “Though not as many as would have been present had they known you were coming.”
“I didn’t know I was coming either,” Anariel shrugged. “So we’re even.”
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 has a lot of relatives to meet.
Word Count: 1250
Anariel grinned.
Granted, she didn’t have a lot of basis for comparison – she’d only seen one festival in Tirion, and that had been heavily attended by Lindar – but so far she was leaning toward ‘the Lindar throw a better party’.
Not exactly a fair contest, Arador informed her. You spent most of that outing trying not to be too obvious and get caught.
“I’ll give it another try next time I’m in town,” she shrugged. “But this is a pretty good shindig.”
Granted, there had initially been a few double takes at someone of her size and hair joining in on the singing of the border songs, but that had lasted until the first person clever (or sober) enough to put circle + braids together had realized who had just decided to make a cameo.
In retrospect, it might have been smarter to sail than walk. She knew Legolas was maybe a mile or so down the beach, but at the rate they were going, it was going to take all night to get there.
“But you’ll have such fun trying,” Solo smirked.
True. It was an enthusiastic crowd. She wasn’t letting it go to her head, though. (Ok, maybe just a little. But she’d pay for it later. Stupid Morgoth.)
The next song was one she didn’t know the words to, so she had to settle for dancing. She tried to keep the forward progress going during the dance, but the amusement from her companions suggested she wasn’t making as much headway as she hoped.
Fortunately for all three of them, Legolas popped out of the crowd.
“Thought that was you,” he snickered. “Come on, my grandfather’s here, and one of his cousins.”
Anariel was curious to meet Oropher – and fairly sure she didn’t have to worry about a repeat of Uncle Eöl thinking she was coddled. Oropher had generally sounded like fun in the stories she’d heard. (At least, the ones she’d heard from people other than Thranduil.)
Arador and Solo fell into step behind her as she trailed after Legolas, who wasn’t nearly as concerned about clearing people out of the way as she had been.
“Have you been here the whole time?” she asked curiously.
“No, I waited here on the coast until Ada arrived, then we went inland to Neldoreth,” Legolas replied. “I came back because I wanted to see what a Lindarin festival with all the Lindar looked like.”
Also because he thought his parents might appreciate some time without him underfoot, she gleaned. She wondered if that meant he’d end up with a younger sibling an Age younger than him. That could be a little weird.
“My grandfather came with me,” Legolas continued, sounding as giddy as a kid at Christmas.
“So I’m not the only one with enthusiastic grandparents who were just waiting for me to get off a boat?” she asked.
Two snorts behind her answered that before Legolas could say a word.
“She says that as if she’s actually met all the grandparents yet,” Solo remarked.
“Shush, you,” she ordered. “I’ve met lots of grandparents!”
“Lots is not all,” he pointed out.
Legolas looked from her to him and back again.
“He’s a cousin,” she explained. “Sololindo of Alqualondë.”
“Sololindo Eärlindion would probably be more helpful as an introduction,” Arador suggested. “Also, he’s the same generation as Oropher.”
All three of them regarded him in some surprise.
“Well he is,” Arador said.
“He’s our age,” Anariel pointed out reasonably. “Not quite the same as being begotten…”
She trailed off, not actually sure when Oropher had been begotten.
“In the Years of the Trees,” Legolas filled in drily. “Before the sun or moon, and also before the Noldor got bright ideas.”
Everyone present did agree on that particular point.
“While he and I may technically be in the same generation – my father and his mother were first cousins,” Solo sighed, “I think it’s safe to say you’re the cousin more my speed. Still curious about that surfing thing.”
“We’ll get to that another day,” Anariel assured him.
For one thing, first she had to find someone who could make the boards for them.
“You’ll have to explain what that means later,” Legolas sighed. “Grandfather, this is Anariel, Arador, and Sololindo.”
Anariel blinked.
Oropher was a slightly thinner, more angular version of Celeborn, and looking her and her companions over curiously.
She just caught the thought from his companion – cousin? – that the three of them were quite the unholy trio. Legolas looked ready to protest that, but it was actually kind of amusing given all she’d heard about Grandmother and Aunt Trouble. (Both of whom Oropher would know.)
“Unholy is a slight exaggeration, Uncle I Haven’t Met. We’re not that bad. Although… I guess I would be unholy, wouldn’t I? Not only not from Aman, but took a detour to California, hiked through Mordor, consorted with orcs…”
She couldn’t keep the giggles back as she realized one more thing. If Anairë meant holiest…
We are not calling you Unholiest in front of her, Arador informed her bluntly. No matter how funny you think it is!
Speak for yourself. I will, Solo shrugged. Although you do have more in common with her than you think. Your brothers and sister were very clear that you, too, can badger everyone into obeying you for feasts and festivals.
Anariel was too busy mentally spluttering at that to argue.
“Slightly more Noldorin than we were told if you’re sitting here playing on Princess Anairë’s name,” Oropher snorted. “The one who sent you off on that tangent is your grandmother Nimloth’s brother Belthil.”
Belthil looked entirely unrepentant.
Anariel frowned. If he was Nimloth’s brother, that made him Ada’s granduncle. She didn’t even remember hearing his name before. Even though it felt like she should have…
“How come we didn’t hear tons of stories about you?” she asked curiously.
He’d been a prince of Doriath too…
“When you get ignominiously shot from behind by a lowly orc patrol and die before you get back to Aunt Melian’s protection it doesn’t really rate a song,” he shrugged. “That happened early enough that I didn’t get to see anything of Maeglin, never mind your grandmother.”
Anariel needed a moment to accept the mention of Maeglin and Elwing as the same age.
She lived the whole time, he spent most of it in Mandos, Arador pointed out reasonably. There’s a reason he counts with us ‘kids’ now instead of Atto’s generation. Or cousin Elwing’s.
Starting to think Tinu has a point about our family tree, she grumbled.
“Have you had supper yet, Unholy Eluchil?” Belthil asked, eyes dancing.
Anariel glared at him. She didn’t need everyone starting up with the Eluchil thing.
That sounds like it might stick, Solo observed.
He had an excellent straight face, only a faint twitch at the edge of his lips giving away how amused he was by the whole thing.
Looks like it, too, Arador added, now he knows it annoys you.
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Elwing was worried about getting her clean and dressed, not fed,” Arador added.
“She chased you guys into the bath too,” Anariel pointed out.
“Which means we haven’t eaten either,” Solo announced, making it sound almost like a tragedy.
“Lucky for you that you have kin here, then, isn’t it?” Oropher said wryly. “Though not as many as would have been present had they known you were coming.”
“I didn’t know I was coming either,” Anariel shrugged. “So we’re even.”
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Unholy Eluchil is definitely what Belthil's calling her now...