Day 26 - Watch Them Go
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grundyscribblingTitle: Watch Them Go
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: For once, it's not Anariel at the center of the family drama.
Word Count: 1025 says Word (before I edited while posting)
Anariel was very relieved to have her own room to hide out in.
Heck, even Huan had agreed with her that ‘go build a blanket fort’ was the way to go.
The fancy royal progress into Tirion hadn’t actually been that bad, even if it was solid evidence for the ‘Noldor have no chill’ theory. (She had it on good authority that as ridiculous as she’d thought the crowds were, it still was nowhere near as ridiculous as Tinu’s first official entrance had been.)
Slayer hearing, however, meant she hadn’t been able to avoid hearing that not everyone had good opinions of Uncle Ambarussa. Ambarussa the Crispy was largely exempt, having not done anything in Beleriand but die. Ambarussa the Lucky Shot, however, came in for negative opinions from multiple directions.
Admittedly, one of the worst offenders on the negative opinion front had turned a very interesting shade of red when she scowled at him.
“Did you think we’d be winning… what’s that California innovation? Popularity pageants?”
Anariel almost laughed, but she was still kinda hacked off about it when Uncle Moryo was nominally helping her off her horse by the stables, but really making sure she wasn’t going back out there to start glaring everyone into submission.
“Popularity contests. Unless you meant beauty pageants?”
“I think both sound equally bizarre. I’m not sure why you find the Noldor so odd when those strike you as normal.”
“They weren’t really things most people were doing,” Anariel sighed. “And I wasn’t expecting you to achieve universal popularity, just for people to have some basic manners.”
“I’m pretty sure complaining about princes is almost as popular as gossip, so you’re setting yourself up for disappointment expecting otherwise. Besides, I’m sure there was also complaining about you.”
Anariel stopped, perplexed.
“Huh? I didn’t do anything.”
“Exactly. No scandalous clothes, no unexpected drama, just behaving yourself all the way into the grounds. Quite the letdown. Though I suppose they can console themselves with the mortification of the poor man you stared down.”
“No one said I had to smile when people were being snitty about my family!”
“Who’s being snitty, darling?”
Gramma Anairë had appeared.
“I don’t know who he was,” she shrugged.
“She took exception to some of the things being said in the crowd,” Uncle Moryo explained.
“Even you, Anarya, are going to find taming the tongues of the Noldor a challenge,” Anairë sighed. “Perhaps pick something slightly more achievable?”
“Like making peace between Artë and Turvo?” Uncle Moryo suggested drily.
“That’s not achievable,” Anariel said. “Are you feeling all right?”
“They’ve just turned up,” he replied, and smirked at the look on her face. “And while it’s your sister who looks like Auntie, you two have the same horrified expression.”
“I am not horrified at my sons arriving home,” Gramma Anairë said crisply. “You know better, Carnistir.”
“Maybe a little horrified at having to try to keep the peace, though,” Anariel muttered.
“Anarya, unless you intend to add to the chaos…”
“Go build my blanket fort now?” Anariel suggested hopefully.
“Everyone is dining together this evening,” Anairë informed her. “Without weapons, please.”
“Yes, grandmother,” Anariel replied meekly. “Can I please be excused now?”
She who fights and runs away…
You didn’t actually fight, Elrohir snorted.
Yes, you went right to the ‘runs away’ part, Elladan put in. Which seems unfair, given you don’t seem entirely surprised about Grandmother and Aunt Trouble turning up…
I’m going to dump my stuff in my room, she informed them. Everyone will still be around later. Like at dinner. Besides, you two and Tinu can keep me up to speed on whatever happens.
And boy howdy, had it.
She hadn’t gotten far enough away to miss the opening fireworks.
Grandpa Turgon had not known about Uncle Ambarussa. But that was expected. He was not best pleased with Grandmother and Aunt Trouble for failing to mention it, or with Tinu and Maeglin for likewise not saying anything, even if they had been under grand/maternal orders to hush.
He also had not known about Glorfindel and Ecthelion finally making their engagement official. (Which, to be fair, Anariel hadn’t know about either. Tinu was slipping if she’d missed that!)
And now that Turgon knew about all that and Elrond and his family being in town, it was clear to him he’d been had and he was not happy about it.
Anariel was starting to wonder if this family did peaceful family gatherings.
She had even more to wonder about when she noticed she wasn’t the only one pulling the ‘just gonna drop my stuff in my room’ maneuver.
“How’d you get away so quick?”
Ecthelion gave her a look that pointedly screamed she was one to talk.
“Also, congratulations,” she added. “Not sure which is a bigger deal, you two finally giving the granny brigade a chance to do some wedding planning, or managing to keep it quiet enough that my sister didn’t know until you got here.”
She was not imagining the slightly smug look on Ecthelion’s face. Huh. Maybe she wasn’t the least popular Elrondiel in his book these days.
“Your sister enjoys surprises,” he informed her.
“Only when she’s the one doing the surprising,” Anariel snickered.
She decided it was better not to add ‘just ask Namo’.
“Woof,” Huan added.
“Exactly,” Anariel nodded. “Turnabout is totally fair play.”
“As you say,” Ecthelion sighed.
She could practically hear him stopping himself from tacking ‘princess’ onto the end.
“So, does that mean you’re going to be Prince Ecthelion after the wedding?”
That got a glare.
She gave him her sunniest grin and waved as their paths to their respective rooms diverged.
All the same, she was relieved not to run into anyone else before she reached the quiet sanctuary of her room.
Maybe she could get away with skipping dinner? With the prospect of a wedding to distract the grandparents…
Doubtful, pitya. Your absence has already been noticed. If you don’t arrive promptly, I think it’s safe to say at least one grandmother will come looking for you. Or grandfather.
So much for that idea.
See you at dinner, Grandpa.
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: For once, it's not Anariel at the center of the family drama.
Word Count: 1025 says Word (before I edited while posting)
Anariel was very relieved to have her own room to hide out in.
Heck, even Huan had agreed with her that ‘go build a blanket fort’ was the way to go.
The fancy royal progress into Tirion hadn’t actually been that bad, even if it was solid evidence for the ‘Noldor have no chill’ theory. (She had it on good authority that as ridiculous as she’d thought the crowds were, it still was nowhere near as ridiculous as Tinu’s first official entrance had been.)
Slayer hearing, however, meant she hadn’t been able to avoid hearing that not everyone had good opinions of Uncle Ambarussa. Ambarussa the Crispy was largely exempt, having not done anything in Beleriand but die. Ambarussa the Lucky Shot, however, came in for negative opinions from multiple directions.
Admittedly, one of the worst offenders on the negative opinion front had turned a very interesting shade of red when she scowled at him.
“Did you think we’d be winning… what’s that California innovation? Popularity pageants?”
Anariel almost laughed, but she was still kinda hacked off about it when Uncle Moryo was nominally helping her off her horse by the stables, but really making sure she wasn’t going back out there to start glaring everyone into submission.
“Popularity contests. Unless you meant beauty pageants?”
“I think both sound equally bizarre. I’m not sure why you find the Noldor so odd when those strike you as normal.”
“They weren’t really things most people were doing,” Anariel sighed. “And I wasn’t expecting you to achieve universal popularity, just for people to have some basic manners.”
“I’m pretty sure complaining about princes is almost as popular as gossip, so you’re setting yourself up for disappointment expecting otherwise. Besides, I’m sure there was also complaining about you.”
Anariel stopped, perplexed.
“Huh? I didn’t do anything.”
“Exactly. No scandalous clothes, no unexpected drama, just behaving yourself all the way into the grounds. Quite the letdown. Though I suppose they can console themselves with the mortification of the poor man you stared down.”
“No one said I had to smile when people were being snitty about my family!”
“Who’s being snitty, darling?”
Gramma Anairë had appeared.
“I don’t know who he was,” she shrugged.
“She took exception to some of the things being said in the crowd,” Uncle Moryo explained.
“Even you, Anarya, are going to find taming the tongues of the Noldor a challenge,” Anairë sighed. “Perhaps pick something slightly more achievable?”
“Like making peace between Artë and Turvo?” Uncle Moryo suggested drily.
“That’s not achievable,” Anariel said. “Are you feeling all right?”
“They’ve just turned up,” he replied, and smirked at the look on her face. “And while it’s your sister who looks like Auntie, you two have the same horrified expression.”
“I am not horrified at my sons arriving home,” Gramma Anairë said crisply. “You know better, Carnistir.”
“Maybe a little horrified at having to try to keep the peace, though,” Anariel muttered.
“Anarya, unless you intend to add to the chaos…”
“Go build my blanket fort now?” Anariel suggested hopefully.
“Everyone is dining together this evening,” Anairë informed her. “Without weapons, please.”
“Yes, grandmother,” Anariel replied meekly. “Can I please be excused now?”
She who fights and runs away…
You didn’t actually fight, Elrohir snorted.
Yes, you went right to the ‘runs away’ part, Elladan put in. Which seems unfair, given you don’t seem entirely surprised about Grandmother and Aunt Trouble turning up…
I’m going to dump my stuff in my room, she informed them. Everyone will still be around later. Like at dinner. Besides, you two and Tinu can keep me up to speed on whatever happens.
And boy howdy, had it.
She hadn’t gotten far enough away to miss the opening fireworks.
Grandpa Turgon had not known about Uncle Ambarussa. But that was expected. He was not best pleased with Grandmother and Aunt Trouble for failing to mention it, or with Tinu and Maeglin for likewise not saying anything, even if they had been under grand/maternal orders to hush.
He also had not known about Glorfindel and Ecthelion finally making their engagement official. (Which, to be fair, Anariel hadn’t know about either. Tinu was slipping if she’d missed that!)
And now that Turgon knew about all that and Elrond and his family being in town, it was clear to him he’d been had and he was not happy about it.
Anariel was starting to wonder if this family did peaceful family gatherings.
She had even more to wonder about when she noticed she wasn’t the only one pulling the ‘just gonna drop my stuff in my room’ maneuver.
“How’d you get away so quick?”
Ecthelion gave her a look that pointedly screamed she was one to talk.
“Also, congratulations,” she added. “Not sure which is a bigger deal, you two finally giving the granny brigade a chance to do some wedding planning, or managing to keep it quiet enough that my sister didn’t know until you got here.”
She was not imagining the slightly smug look on Ecthelion’s face. Huh. Maybe she wasn’t the least popular Elrondiel in his book these days.
“Your sister enjoys surprises,” he informed her.
“Only when she’s the one doing the surprising,” Anariel snickered.
She decided it was better not to add ‘just ask Namo’.
“Woof,” Huan added.
“Exactly,” Anariel nodded. “Turnabout is totally fair play.”
“As you say,” Ecthelion sighed.
She could practically hear him stopping himself from tacking ‘princess’ onto the end.
“So, does that mean you’re going to be Prince Ecthelion after the wedding?”
That got a glare.
She gave him her sunniest grin and waved as their paths to their respective rooms diverged.
All the same, she was relieved not to run into anyone else before she reached the quiet sanctuary of her room.
Maybe she could get away with skipping dinner? With the prospect of a wedding to distract the grandparents…
Doubtful, pitya. Your absence has already been noticed. If you don’t arrive promptly, I think it’s safe to say at least one grandmother will come looking for you. Or grandfather.
So much for that idea.
See you at dinner, Grandpa.
