Day 27 - A Quiet Evening
Title: A Quiet Evening
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Celebrían is keeping an eye on her children.
Word Count: 745
Note: Another short one, I'm afraid.
Celebrían settled in against the cushions, happy to not need to move again today. She needed some peace and quiet to wrap her head around it all.
At least her father had settled her mother - and gamely agreed to appear at Olwë’s for dinner with all the disappointed relatives who had been hoping to see Anariel, Elrohir, and Elladan. She wondered if he’d discovered Grandmother’s little joke yet.
Elladan and Elrohir were tucked in to either side of Elwing, content to sit with her. (She couldn’t help thinking that in their current state, Elwing was getting a good deal more tactile contact then the boys would have otherwise have been comfortable with on first meeting. But they’re as cuddly as they had been as elflings tonight.)
Eärendil had decided that Vingilotë would not sail tonight. After several weeks of being in the sky night and day, he had announced that Middle Earth could survive without the Star of High Hope for one night. For him, his grandchildren finally being safely in Aman came as a profound relief. He was content to watch his grandsons listen raptly to Elwing telling tales of Elrond’s childhood.
Maeglin had settled himself in with a book, his preferred form of calm after a stressful day - though Celebrían noticed he didn’t seem to be making much progress, leading her to suspect that he was actually paying more attention to Elwing’s stories.
Which left Tindomiel free to wander over to her mother.
“I wondered when you’d join me, little pumpkin belly,” Celebrían smiled.
It was a surprise she’d waited so long. Excited as she had been to finally see her brothers again - and eager to get the introductions over with - Celebrían had not failed to notice her youngest daughter keeping a rein on her curiosity all through dinner.
“Well?” Tindomiel asked wryly.
There was no need to ask what she meant.
“Not as bad as she might have been, I think,” Celebrían told her daughter thoughtfully. “Well enough to walk off the ship, at least. Though still injured or weak enough that everyone but your brothers thought it a bad idea. Ada and Aunt Melian both tried to dissuade her and failed.”
Tindomiel wrinkled her nose.
For Anariel, ‘well enough to walk, but poorly enough that everyone argued with her about it’ covers a lot of ground, she pointed out quietly.
“She made it as far as your father, at least,” Celebrían continued. “But that was as much as she could manage. Then your grandmother Melian wanted to whisk her off to Lorien without us.”
“I could have taken you,” Tindomiel shrugged. “The Key can get us there in a few minutes rather than several days.”
“Melian did suggest it, but Elrond insisted on staying with Anariel,” Celebrían sighed.
“I’m surprised you didn’t as well,” Tindomiel replied. “I can pop you over now if you want.”
Celebrían smiled.
Tempting as it had been, Melian’s doubt had been more than enough to decide her. Besides…
“I was with her in California. It’s your father’s turn.”
She doubted her husband would have put it in those words, but she’d be surprised indeed if deep down that wasn’t part of it. Elrond hadn’t been there to help his daughter when she needed him most, in Sunnydale or in Middle Earth.
Tindomiel didn’t look entirely convinced by that logic.
“Do you want me to take you to Lorien?” she asked. “It doesn’t have to be now. Tomorrow will be just as easy.”
“I don’t think so,” Celebrían said thoughtfully. “Anariel isn’t the only one who needs to rest. Your brothers are exhausted. We’ll stay here until your grandfather feels he must resume his nightly voyages, and then start for home. Elwing can come with us if she likes. Everyone else will just have to wait.”
Elrond would tell them if Anariel woke sooner than expected. In the meantime, she wouldn’t know if her mother and brothers were there or not. But the boys could use a few days of sleep and pampering themselves. If they went to Lorien, they’d only spend their time hovering over Anariel. (She’d seen them do the same often enough when Anariel had been injured in Middle Earth to feel sure it would be no different in Aman.)
“Start for home the usual way or my way?” Tindomiel asked mischievously.
“We’ll see, pumpkin belly. We’ll see.”
Tindomiel nodded, and laid her head on her mother’s shoulder to listen to Elwing’s next story.
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Celebrían is keeping an eye on her children.
Word Count: 745
Note: Another short one, I'm afraid.
Celebrían settled in against the cushions, happy to not need to move again today. She needed some peace and quiet to wrap her head around it all.
At least her father had settled her mother - and gamely agreed to appear at Olwë’s for dinner with all the disappointed relatives who had been hoping to see Anariel, Elrohir, and Elladan. She wondered if he’d discovered Grandmother’s little joke yet.
Elladan and Elrohir were tucked in to either side of Elwing, content to sit with her. (She couldn’t help thinking that in their current state, Elwing was getting a good deal more tactile contact then the boys would have otherwise have been comfortable with on first meeting. But they’re as cuddly as they had been as elflings tonight.)
Eärendil had decided that Vingilotë would not sail tonight. After several weeks of being in the sky night and day, he had announced that Middle Earth could survive without the Star of High Hope for one night. For him, his grandchildren finally being safely in Aman came as a profound relief. He was content to watch his grandsons listen raptly to Elwing telling tales of Elrond’s childhood.
Maeglin had settled himself in with a book, his preferred form of calm after a stressful day - though Celebrían noticed he didn’t seem to be making much progress, leading her to suspect that he was actually paying more attention to Elwing’s stories.
Which left Tindomiel free to wander over to her mother.
“I wondered when you’d join me, little pumpkin belly,” Celebrían smiled.
It was a surprise she’d waited so long. Excited as she had been to finally see her brothers again - and eager to get the introductions over with - Celebrían had not failed to notice her youngest daughter keeping a rein on her curiosity all through dinner.
“Well?” Tindomiel asked wryly.
There was no need to ask what she meant.
“Not as bad as she might have been, I think,” Celebrían told her daughter thoughtfully. “Well enough to walk off the ship, at least. Though still injured or weak enough that everyone but your brothers thought it a bad idea. Ada and Aunt Melian both tried to dissuade her and failed.”
Tindomiel wrinkled her nose.
For Anariel, ‘well enough to walk, but poorly enough that everyone argued with her about it’ covers a lot of ground, she pointed out quietly.
“She made it as far as your father, at least,” Celebrían continued. “But that was as much as she could manage. Then your grandmother Melian wanted to whisk her off to Lorien without us.”
“I could have taken you,” Tindomiel shrugged. “The Key can get us there in a few minutes rather than several days.”
“Melian did suggest it, but Elrond insisted on staying with Anariel,” Celebrían sighed.
“I’m surprised you didn’t as well,” Tindomiel replied. “I can pop you over now if you want.”
Celebrían smiled.
Tempting as it had been, Melian’s doubt had been more than enough to decide her. Besides…
“I was with her in California. It’s your father’s turn.”
She doubted her husband would have put it in those words, but she’d be surprised indeed if deep down that wasn’t part of it. Elrond hadn’t been there to help his daughter when she needed him most, in Sunnydale or in Middle Earth.
Tindomiel didn’t look entirely convinced by that logic.
“Do you want me to take you to Lorien?” she asked. “It doesn’t have to be now. Tomorrow will be just as easy.”
“I don’t think so,” Celebrían said thoughtfully. “Anariel isn’t the only one who needs to rest. Your brothers are exhausted. We’ll stay here until your grandfather feels he must resume his nightly voyages, and then start for home. Elwing can come with us if she likes. Everyone else will just have to wait.”
Elrond would tell them if Anariel woke sooner than expected. In the meantime, she wouldn’t know if her mother and brothers were there or not. But the boys could use a few days of sleep and pampering themselves. If they went to Lorien, they’d only spend their time hovering over Anariel. (She’d seen them do the same often enough when Anariel had been injured in Middle Earth to feel sure it would be no different in Aman.)
“Start for home the usual way or my way?” Tindomiel asked mischievously.
“We’ll see, pumpkin belly. We’ll see.”
Tindomiel nodded, and laid her head on her mother’s shoulder to listen to Elwing’s next story.