Aug. 30 - And Finished Knowing Then
Title: And Finished Knowing Then
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss Whedon & JRR Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun. (Just to be clear, the words of the title are not mine either.)
Summary: As the Key, the normal rules don't quite apply to Dawn.
Word Count: 435
Note: Hoping I'll get more writing time tomorrow to finish on something longer, but today turned into a long day, and this is as much as I could muster the energy for.
Tindomiel had been mid-chatter when she suddenly stopped, abruptly sitting down.
Anairon glanced at his brother, but Arakano was no help - he looked just as mystified about what had silenced her completely in the middle of a complicated story of the prank she and Tasariel had played on Ecthelion on her recent visit to Turukano’s city. (With Rauco’s connivance. For some reason, he often figured in such tales.)
“Tinwë?” he said hesitantly, for she was not only downright subdued by her usual standards, but looked rather as if she might cry.
Tindomiel crying wasn’t unheard of, but usually there was some apparent reason for it.
“Estel is dead,” she whispered.
Now Anairon was at sea. As a child of Third Age Aman, he had never had to deal with death or bereavement. Arakano was no better off, for he had died fairly quickly on reaching Beleriand, so had little experience of how elves who weren’t in an immediate survival situation handled mourning and loss. He seemed to realize he wasn’t much use, for he slipped from the room, leaving Anairon to handle the situation on his own.
He’d often felt awkward and unsure what to say, but almost never with Tinwë. She’s his best friend. So he should be able to offer her some comfort, but he had no idea how. He would have liked to say something nice about Estel, except for the minor problem that he hadn’t even met Tindomiel’s law-brother and childhood playmate.
He did not doubt for a second that it was true that Aragorn Elessar was dead, for Tindomiel not only wandered in and out of Mandos as she pleased, but was able to hear and be heard by her brothers and sisters across the supposedly impenetrable veil of the West at need. All four of her siblings had known when she broke her leg, and while she’s not sure how much of it they got, Tindomiel had tried her hardest to show them the joint coming of age party that Arafinwë and Nolofinwë had thrown for her and Anairon.
So for her to know at once that her law-brother had passed beyond the circles of the world made sense. But if Estel was dead, surely there was worse news still, for Anairon knew Tinwë's oldest sister Arwen had chosen a mortal life only for his sake…
“What of your sister?” he asked, fearing the answer.
The tears began to slide down her face at that question.
“Not yet,” she said in a shaky voice. “But it won't be long.”
Anairon was devoutly thankful when the door opened to see it was Tindomiel’s husband.
Perhaps Arakano had known what to do after all.
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss Whedon & JRR Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun. (Just to be clear, the words of the title are not mine either.)
Summary: As the Key, the normal rules don't quite apply to Dawn.
Word Count: 435
Note: Hoping I'll get more writing time tomorrow to finish on something longer, but today turned into a long day, and this is as much as I could muster the energy for.
Tindomiel had been mid-chatter when she suddenly stopped, abruptly sitting down.
Anairon glanced at his brother, but Arakano was no help - he looked just as mystified about what had silenced her completely in the middle of a complicated story of the prank she and Tasariel had played on Ecthelion on her recent visit to Turukano’s city. (With Rauco’s connivance. For some reason, he often figured in such tales.)
“Tinwë?” he said hesitantly, for she was not only downright subdued by her usual standards, but looked rather as if she might cry.
Tindomiel crying wasn’t unheard of, but usually there was some apparent reason for it.
“Estel is dead,” she whispered.
Now Anairon was at sea. As a child of Third Age Aman, he had never had to deal with death or bereavement. Arakano was no better off, for he had died fairly quickly on reaching Beleriand, so had little experience of how elves who weren’t in an immediate survival situation handled mourning and loss. He seemed to realize he wasn’t much use, for he slipped from the room, leaving Anairon to handle the situation on his own.
He’d often felt awkward and unsure what to say, but almost never with Tinwë. She’s his best friend. So he should be able to offer her some comfort, but he had no idea how. He would have liked to say something nice about Estel, except for the minor problem that he hadn’t even met Tindomiel’s law-brother and childhood playmate.
He did not doubt for a second that it was true that Aragorn Elessar was dead, for Tindomiel not only wandered in and out of Mandos as she pleased, but was able to hear and be heard by her brothers and sisters across the supposedly impenetrable veil of the West at need. All four of her siblings had known when she broke her leg, and while she’s not sure how much of it they got, Tindomiel had tried her hardest to show them the joint coming of age party that Arafinwë and Nolofinwë had thrown for her and Anairon.
So for her to know at once that her law-brother had passed beyond the circles of the world made sense. But if Estel was dead, surely there was worse news still, for Anairon knew Tinwë's oldest sister Arwen had chosen a mortal life only for his sake…
“What of your sister?” he asked, fearing the answer.
The tears began to slide down her face at that question.
“Not yet,” she said in a shaky voice. “But it won't be long.”
Anairon was devoutly thankful when the door opened to see it was Tindomiel’s husband.
Perhaps Arakano had known what to do after all.