Today is Mother's Day here in the States, and I just wanted to pay some kind of tribute to all the mothers out there. So here's my Mother's Day fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Silmarillion. It and all related characters and places belongs to the estate of Mister J.R.R. Tolkien. I hope I do you justice, Mr. Tolkien!
MOTHER'S DAY.
By GundamWingFanatic90.
Submitted 5-13-07.
Written in 30 minutes.
A quiet giggle stirred Nerdanel from her sleep. She blinked and glanced around the room, her hand questing for her husband, only to find his side of the bed warm, but empty. Slightly confused and irritated, Nerdanel began to raise herself into a sitting position.
She was taken by surprise when she was suddenly pounced upon by a squealing blur of red and white and brown, and fell back against her pillows whilst a small body clutched her around the neck.
"Happy Amillë's Day, Amillë!" cried Maitimo.
"Ai!" cried an exasperated-but-amused voice from the doorway. "Nelyo, I thought I told you that you should wake her gently!" Nerdanel laughed happily as Fëanáro sidled his way in through the half-open door, a tray of breakfast in his hands.
"But, Fëanáro, this is gentle!" she exclaimed. "Surely you recall the wakening we received on his Begetting Day!" Fëanáro chuckled while Maitimo dutifully arranged his parents' pillows behind his mother's back.
"Aye, I do," he concurred. "I still swear that my foot has never been the same since, and to this day I cannot look at a chicken without feeling ill." Nerdanel laughed again and patted the spot next to her. Maitimo sat down cheerfully in the proffered seat, and Fëanáro, still grinning, crossed the room to stretch out on her other side before placing the tray of food into her lap.
"So, what culinary concoctions should I expect this time, Fëanáro?" Nerdanel asked. Fëanáro shook his head at his wife.
"We played it safe this time," he said. "The most experimenting we did was with the berries, and those are completely harmless." He and Maitimo shared a toothy grin, and Nerdanel saw that their mouths were stained purple. She tried to stifle her laughter, but was utterly unsuccessful, and soon she was clutching her sides in her mirth. Fëanáro took the tray from her so that she would not upset it, giving her an odd look.
"Amillë, what makes you laugh so?" asked Maitimo innocently. Nerdanel glanced down at her young son and opened her mouth to answer.
"Your… teeth…" she gasped out. "Purple…" Then she dissolved into helpless giggles again. Looking at each other, Maitimo stuck his tongue out innocently at his father, revealing it to be royal, almost blue, violet in the center and mulberry towards the edges. Fëanáro grinned.
"Indeed, Nelyo, your tongue and teeth are both stained purple!" he said. Maitimo beamed up at him.
"But Atar, yours are blue!"
Nerdanel's giggles erupted in double force, and soon Fëanáro and Maitimo were roaring with laughter along with her. For now, all was peaceful in the House of Fëanáro, and they were joyful. And indeed, Nerdanel got the happy Mother's Day that Maitimo had wished her.
END.
I used the characters' mother-names because they are the ones that many people are more familiar with, and because it is Mother's Day. Feanor uses the shortened version of Maedhros' father-name because he likely would not call Maedhros 'Maitimo', being as it is Maedhros' mother-name. If that explanation makes sense, please feel free to explain it to me, because I can't make heads or tails of it, myself.
I may write a prequel to this featuring Maedhros' Begetting Day, and what Feanor was referring to. Tell me if you are interested.
Thank you for reading! Please leave a review, and I hope you liked it!
-Fanatic