Day 23 - Persistence
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grundyscribblingTitle: Persistence
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: A little Finwean family drama.
Word Count: 500 says Word
Note: So tired. Have been awake 16 hours, about to crash, have a speed write and I should actually have time for something meatier tomorrow. Will also catch up on cross-posting.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am!”
“Laurefindil.”
“Ecthelion.”
“You did not just propose to me while we’re waiting for your cousin to stop being ridiculous and decide he’s packed sufficiently for the two day journey to Tirion even if it still won’t be enough to keep his sister and your other cousin away from him.”
“I just asked you – and not for the first time – to make an honest man of me!”
“You have underage daughters.”
“Who have been trying with increasing desperation for the past ten years to engineer a situation that results in an announcement of our official engagement. And I should warn you Tasariel’s getting impatient and may resort to desperate measures.”
“More desperate than locking us in together?”
“It was a tent, and we weren’t locked in.”
“We couldn’t get out. That’s locked in in my book.”
“Tindomiel says it’s a time-honored California tradition for people who can’t admit their feelings for each other.”
“Tindomiel is a bad influence. Besides, admitting my feelings is hardly the problem. Propriety…”
“Hang propriety, Thel – the girls are starting to think it’s their fault.”
Ecthelion paused. That was unacceptable. It was related to them, but certainly not their fault.
“Which is particularly awkward,” Laurefindil continued, “given they would happily call you father.”
“You are their father.”
“The father that begot them, yes. But you’re the father helping raise them. And don’t forget, they had two mothers. Why should they not have two fathers as well?”
Ecthelion paused. He knew of the mortals Willow and Tara only secondhand – there was no other way for him to know of them, given they had both died in Ennor during the Ring War. All he had heard suggested they would be pleased that their daughters had a happily married father.
Seeing he was wavering, Laurefindil added a sweetener.
“Besides, think how much fun it will be to see the look on Irissë’s face when we arrive in Tirion wearing rings.”
Princess Irissë was not Ecthelion’s favorite among his beloved’s extended family. She, for her part, considered him a stick in the mud and had made it clear she thought her cousin could do better.
“Very well. I accept.”
Laurefindil’s face brightened.
“You do?” he exclaimed, surprise warring with delight in his voice.
“I can’t believe you resorted to using Princess Irissë.”
“I can’t believe it worked.”
Laurefindil had evidently hoped, though, for he was holding out matching silver rings.
“Please tell me we don’t have to have the wedding in Tirion.”
“I was thinking Alqualondë, unless your mother thinks it should be Valimar.”
“Cousin Turvo is finally saying he’s ready to g-”
Tasariel stopped dead, before heading out the door faster than she’d come, yelling for her sister.
“CALI, CALI, HE SAID YES!”
“So much for keeping it quiet until Tirion.”
“Oh, I think we can convince them to connive. Tinwë’s got something up her sleeve as well, but they haven’t been able to get her to tell them. Turnabout is fair play.”
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: A little Finwean family drama.
Word Count: 500 says Word
Note: So tired. Have been awake 16 hours, about to crash, have a speed write and I should actually have time for something meatier tomorrow. Will also catch up on cross-posting.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am!”
“Laurefindil.”
“Ecthelion.”
“You did not just propose to me while we’re waiting for your cousin to stop being ridiculous and decide he’s packed sufficiently for the two day journey to Tirion even if it still won’t be enough to keep his sister and your other cousin away from him.”
“I just asked you – and not for the first time – to make an honest man of me!”
“You have underage daughters.”
“Who have been trying with increasing desperation for the past ten years to engineer a situation that results in an announcement of our official engagement. And I should warn you Tasariel’s getting impatient and may resort to desperate measures.”
“More desperate than locking us in together?”
“It was a tent, and we weren’t locked in.”
“We couldn’t get out. That’s locked in in my book.”
“Tindomiel says it’s a time-honored California tradition for people who can’t admit their feelings for each other.”
“Tindomiel is a bad influence. Besides, admitting my feelings is hardly the problem. Propriety…”
“Hang propriety, Thel – the girls are starting to think it’s their fault.”
Ecthelion paused. That was unacceptable. It was related to them, but certainly not their fault.
“Which is particularly awkward,” Laurefindil continued, “given they would happily call you father.”
“You are their father.”
“The father that begot them, yes. But you’re the father helping raise them. And don’t forget, they had two mothers. Why should they not have two fathers as well?”
Ecthelion paused. He knew of the mortals Willow and Tara only secondhand – there was no other way for him to know of them, given they had both died in Ennor during the Ring War. All he had heard suggested they would be pleased that their daughters had a happily married father.
Seeing he was wavering, Laurefindil added a sweetener.
“Besides, think how much fun it will be to see the look on Irissë’s face when we arrive in Tirion wearing rings.”
Princess Irissë was not Ecthelion’s favorite among his beloved’s extended family. She, for her part, considered him a stick in the mud and had made it clear she thought her cousin could do better.
“Very well. I accept.”
Laurefindil’s face brightened.
“You do?” he exclaimed, surprise warring with delight in his voice.
“I can’t believe you resorted to using Princess Irissë.”
“I can’t believe it worked.”
Laurefindil had evidently hoped, though, for he was holding out matching silver rings.
“Please tell me we don’t have to have the wedding in Tirion.”
“I was thinking Alqualondë, unless your mother thinks it should be Valimar.”
“Cousin Turvo is finally saying he’s ready to g-”
Tasariel stopped dead, before heading out the door faster than she’d come, yelling for her sister.
“CALI, CALI, HE SAID YES!”
“So much for keeping it quiet until Tirion.”
“Oh, I think we can convince them to connive. Tinwë’s got something up her sleeve as well, but they haven’t been able to get her to tell them. Turnabout is fair play.”
