Fic: A Point of History (First Age Tale) Fingolfin/Ariannon (OMC) 1/1 Rated: G
Series: First Age Tales
Title: A Point of History
Author: phyncke
Beta: aglarien1
Characters: Ariannon (OMC)/Fingolfin, Erestor (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Summary: Fingolfin and Ariannon debate a historical point.
“Well this is a bit fanciful, wouldn’t you say?”
The king read the draft of the history; his history to be precise, of their arrival to Middle Earth, setting foot on these lands at the first rising of the moon in the sky.
“It was a magical moment, to be sure, Aira, but to say the flowers burst forth at our feet like this is, well, both fanciful and not accurate.”
Ariannon sat across the big table and blushed to his hairline at the critique from his king and lover.
“I think the flowers did bloom, my lord. I distinctly saw them along our path as we marched.”
“I don’t remember that at all, Ariannon, and I was there, I do believe. I think you should strike this whole part about the flowers. Leave the trumpets, the marching and the moon…that is all as it was.”
“No…”
“Did you say, ‘no’?”
“I did. I won’t change it.”
Erestor had told him to stand firm for what he wanted and not give in so much, especially when he was sure he was right on an issue. He tended to cede points, and if he wished to be respected and have motions carried, he had to show more resolve.
Fingolfin sat in stunned silence, having been refused. He could overrule his assistant, of course, and insist but there must be some reason for his intransigence on this point. He did not cross out the offending passage, but rather put the papers down and sat back, looking across the table. Ariannon’s auburn hair shone in the lantern light, but one could not mistake the determined expression on his face. Evidently, this discussion had struck a nerve and gotten his back up.
“Tell me what you remember, Aira. What do you recall?”
“I remember the warmth of the air, the firmness of the ground as we touched land there. It was dark all around and then suddenly as we hiked on, the landscape was changing and the sky got lighter. We all looked up and an orb, a silvery one was rising on the horizon. Most of the host was focused on that but I chanced to look around.”
“And…?”
“The plants seemed to respond to the light, flowers opened up in the foliage as we walked past.”
Fingolfin nodded. “So they were not responding to us, but to the light of the moon.”
“Yes.”
“And it was a happy coincidence that we were there at all?”
“You could say that.”
“You do realize that you are leading the reader to draw a certain conclusion, the fanciful one?”
Ariannon was silent but nodded.
‘We will leave it in as it is in fact correct to say.”
“Thank you, Sire.”
Fingolfin smiled and continued reading, making notes along the way. It was important to him to create a history of his journey and kingdom thus far, and if a bit of magic came into it, so be it. This small point would remain and become his legacy, echoing on through the ages.
This story is a part of a larger series called: First Age Tales. You can find more in this here:
http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/P/Phyncke/FirstAgeTales_Series/_StoryList.htm
Title: A Point of History
Author: phyncke
Beta: aglarien1
Characters: Ariannon (OMC)/Fingolfin, Erestor (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Summary: Fingolfin and Ariannon debate a historical point.
“Well this is a bit fanciful, wouldn’t you say?”
The king read the draft of the history; his history to be precise, of their arrival to Middle Earth, setting foot on these lands at the first rising of the moon in the sky.
“It was a magical moment, to be sure, Aira, but to say the flowers burst forth at our feet like this is, well, both fanciful and not accurate.”
Ariannon sat across the big table and blushed to his hairline at the critique from his king and lover.
“I think the flowers did bloom, my lord. I distinctly saw them along our path as we marched.”
“I don’t remember that at all, Ariannon, and I was there, I do believe. I think you should strike this whole part about the flowers. Leave the trumpets, the marching and the moon…that is all as it was.”
“No…”
“Did you say, ‘no’?”
“I did. I won’t change it.”
Erestor had told him to stand firm for what he wanted and not give in so much, especially when he was sure he was right on an issue. He tended to cede points, and if he wished to be respected and have motions carried, he had to show more resolve.
Fingolfin sat in stunned silence, having been refused. He could overrule his assistant, of course, and insist but there must be some reason for his intransigence on this point. He did not cross out the offending passage, but rather put the papers down and sat back, looking across the table. Ariannon’s auburn hair shone in the lantern light, but one could not mistake the determined expression on his face. Evidently, this discussion had struck a nerve and gotten his back up.
“Tell me what you remember, Aira. What do you recall?”
“I remember the warmth of the air, the firmness of the ground as we touched land there. It was dark all around and then suddenly as we hiked on, the landscape was changing and the sky got lighter. We all looked up and an orb, a silvery one was rising on the horizon. Most of the host was focused on that but I chanced to look around.”
“And…?”
“The plants seemed to respond to the light, flowers opened up in the foliage as we walked past.”
Fingolfin nodded. “So they were not responding to us, but to the light of the moon.”
“Yes.”
“And it was a happy coincidence that we were there at all?”
“You could say that.”
“You do realize that you are leading the reader to draw a certain conclusion, the fanciful one?”
Ariannon was silent but nodded.
‘We will leave it in as it is in fact correct to say.”
“Thank you, Sire.”
Fingolfin smiled and continued reading, making notes along the way. It was important to him to create a history of his journey and kingdom thus far, and if a bit of magic came into it, so be it. This small point would remain and become his legacy, echoing on through the ages.
This story is a part of a larger series called: First Age Tales. You can find more in this here:
http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/P/Phyncke/FirstAgeTales_Series/_StoryList.htm