What This Is: a collection of really weird pairings starring characters from Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion. Do not expect continuity; do expect great variation in tone and family-friendlyness. Written mostly as a challenge to myself, because I am unable to resist a challenge. (If you choose to read that last sentence as an invite to post a review telling me to write Gollum/Goldberry... oh dear, I think that could work. I might actually have to write it. But I am not going to swear by Manwë and Varda and Eru Ilúvatar to accept all suggestions.)
What This Is Not: meant to be taken seriously.
"It was often said (in other families) that long ago one of the Took ancestors must have taken a fairy wife." - The Hobbit
Simplicity
I cannot remember how long I wandered alone in the wilderness. My memories are all hazy; the last thing I remember clearly is how one of the guards stopped, and looked up, like a wild animal that has caught the scent of a predator. After that, it is all a blur: the fight, the flight, the long years of walking alone in unknown lands. Do you understand how confusing unfamiliar surroundings can be for one who has lived in a forest where she knew every tree?
Perhaps you do. I can see that you, too, are a lover of things familiar. Your tools, your clothes; they are all old and worn, though never shabby. Everything you own was made to last. Simple things, perhaps - but well-made, well-loved, well-used, and what could be better?
I remember how your strange little people looked at me when you first brought me to your dwellings. They wondered who I was. I wondered what you were. I thought you might be dwarves, but who has heard of beardless dwarves? I still don't know what you are. Perhaps it doesn't matter.
You live in holes in the ground. I cannot. I have never understood how the Sindar could survive living in caves. I remember the hurt look on your face when I refused to enter your house, and how it melted into a look of kind concern when you saw how frightened I was. You brought out a blanket and I spent the night in a tree. The next morning, you started building a treehouse. Everything seems so simple to you, doesn't it? You find a mad elf-maid who sleeps in trees: you build a tree-house. So simple.
I remember my earlier life. I remember my lover. Things were never simple with him. I hated him at first, as I hated his people; those who came over the mountains and brought unrest to our peaceful lands. Even after my heart turned to love him, I hated him. I loved him for who he was: my darling Amroth. I hated him for what he was: a Sinda and a king. I do not think I ever understood him completely. I know he often did not understand me.
You smile when I talk to you, even though you do not understand the words. I need to learn your language, or teach you mine. I think I shall try to teach you mine. It is a beautiful language, the fairest in the world: it sounds like the song of a silver stream, like mallorn leaves in the wind, like a forest dreaming under the stars. Yes, I shall teach you my language. I am curious to see what your tongue shall make of it.
You smile and nod when I tell you this, and I wonder if you understand - not the words, but me.
I think you do.
Okay, the timeline is messed up, but after all, no one knows exactly when the hobbits settled around Anduin, and Nimrodel doesn't know how long she was lost... so you probably can't prove it didn't happen. You also have to assume that Nimrodel somehow ended up going north after she was lost, but maybe her sense of direction really was that bad. Mine is.