Hi Everyone. Welcome back! I got this written a bit faster than I thought (well who needs to do a good college assignment anyway when you can write about the sexy House of Finwë!) Enjoy.
Please be warned there is a brief description of a violent, abusive relationship in this chapter. Apologies to anyone who may find this difficult to read about for whatever reason. It is not essential to the plot so if you have to skip it do not worry.
Tirion, First Age 505...
Nerdanel sipped her teacup in a ladylike manner she had not found the need to practice in years. One of many etiquettes which had been drilled into her the moment her courtship to the Crown Prince was made official.
Finally, after much prodding and perseverance on Arafinwë and Eärwen's part, she had agreed to pay a visit to her in laws. She had not so much as uttered a word to most of them since the flight. The grief, guilt and shame had been too much to handle.
Nerdanel had always got on well and civil with most of the royals, ironically better than Fëanáro (not that besting him would be difficult in such a feat). She was almost an older sister figure to Nolo, Lalwen and Ara, all being significantly younger than she.
Findis however, was always more distant, and tended to confide in Fëanáro more than her law-sister. Nerdanel was glad Fëanáro showed basic respect to at least one of his 'half-siblings'. Yet she never quite understood what had made Findis stand out from the other three. Surely her existence went against Fëanáro's beliefs on second marriages as much as his other siblings did?
Whatever the reason was that Fëanáro held Findis' trust, the reason Nerdanel never had the chance to get too close with her eldest law-sister, Nerdanel cursed it this moment.
Because the awkward silence which had stretched between the two níssi had gone on too long for comfort.
On arriving at the Noldo Palace, Nerdanel had been informed that the Noldoran and his Queen were delayed, no doubt due to arrangements and engagements related to the Games. Nerdanel was not bothered, if she were brutally honest she did not come here to see Ara and Eärwen. The only reason she accepted the invitation was because she needed to talk to a certain 'Lady' about a certain huntress.
And that Lady was not Findis.
Nerdanel had asked for the Lady she sought, but the only response she received was 'She is not available to receive visitors at the moment.'
The handmaid may as well have told her to 'Get lost, she will never speak to you, not after all your House has done!' The message was clear.
And thus she was left with Findis in the dowager's sitting room.
She may as well have been talking to a wall. Every time Nerdanel brought up some light hearted topic she presumed may interest the nís with golden vanyar hair, she received a polite, one word reply and nothing more.
Nerdanel felt impatience rise in her. How could this princess not even try to make this visit a little less uncomfortable than it already was? She felt like she was but four hundred years old again, being introduced to Indis and Finwë, Fëanáro by her side, glaring at the former, herself hoping Maitimo would not kick her too hard as she desperately attempted to cover her slight bump.
She did not remember that meeting being as embarrassing as this, despite the tension caused by her fiancée and the fact that mid meeting she had to rush outside the room to throw up...
How innocent my fears and grievances were back then, what I would give for my greatest worry and challenge to be meeting my in laws...
Findis was still silent next time Nerdanel raised her eyes from her cup, meeting her gaze with her usual passive look.
One thing about Findis Nerdanel did admire was that she did not seem to blame Nerdanel for anything done by her husband and sons. Her eyes held none of the bitterness and misplaced hate so commonly concealed in even the most friendly of elves.
She could not help but wonder however, how Fëanáro did not lose his cool with his eldest half-sibling. Even Nerdanel, patient and wise as she was, felt the urge to storm out of the room the next time one of her conversation attempts was shot down by a quick, close ended, response.
She knew Fëanáro well enough to know that, if this indeed was the way Findis always behaved, that there was no way he would be so close to her. Such behaviour would drive him up the wall, or worse, he would take it as an insult.
There must be another side to Findis she had never had the chance to see...or perhaps I never looked close enough...
Nerdanel shrugged the sentiment away. As intriguing as the relationship between Fëanáro and Findis had been, ultimately it was not what she was here for. More pressing matters were at hand.
She needed to speak to Anairë, as much as she dreaded the reaction to the news she would bring.
It was a risk, true, trusting Anaire with such sensitive information, but Nerdanel believed the Lady would keep it secret, if not for her daughter's honour, for her own.
Also, perhaps Anairë, like her, could do with a new family member to attach themselves to, one free of the darkness and bloodshed which tainted each and every doomed ner and nís both níssi had called family.
Nerdanel also knew the political implications around Siofra being recognised as royal. If the truth was revealed, there would be uproar. As if the relationship between two royal cousins was not scandalous enough already, there was also the fact that both of her granddaughter's parents were kinslayers, as much as it pained her to admit.
She almost flinched at the thought of the abuse Siofra would receive, through no fault of her own. It broke her heart...Obviously this was one of the many reasons Tyelkormo and Írissë left her in the woods, why Oromë never uttered a word about her existence...
The world could not know the truth, but Siofra needed to...and Anairë.
Because, in addition to the fact that Nerdanel believed it the right thing to, it just so happened that Anairë was the most powerful member of the Noldo counsel.
After the flight, no one had been left of the previous counsel, all loyal followers of either Nolofinwë or Fëanáro. The political system was in shambles.
New members had been selected, all neri, the remaining next of kin to the Lords who had been in power in the Years of the Trees.
However, for some houses, including her own, there was only female members left. Thus the position was offered to these ladies. All refused. Except one.
Nerdanel wanted nothing more than to get as far away from the Palace as possible. So it seemed did the other ladies, she recalled dear Tanwë, last remaining from the House of the Swallow, visiting her once every few years, buried in work like herself, as a distraction. Then there was the young nís from the House of the Fountain, who too found her own work to keep her mind off things. The daughter from the House of the Tree lived up to her sigil and disappeared into the woods, to live off the land. A sister to the Lord of the Hammer of Wrath kept the furnaces burning in the family smithy, the business surviving when Fëanáro's couldn't.
However, to put all these níssi to shame, Anairë, of all people, had accepted the position which was rightfully hers.
Why? Perhaps it was work, a distraction, not so different from the other ladies. Perhaps it was Anairë's way of making the new, dark world a little brighter.
Or most likely, it was because Noldo tradition stated it was the proper thing to do, and it gave her fresh faces to glare at.
Nevertheless, whatever reasons, Anairë soon had the Lords all under her control. Not that she wanted power that desperately, nor did she rehearse heart-stirring speeches, singing phrases of kingdom and glory.
It was because they were scared of her.
In fact, she did not contribute much to the counsel at all. She simply sat there and glared. She listened to ambitious proposals, long formed plans, well organised events for the city. If she disagreed with anything said all she needed do was glare extra harshly and utter one word of disagreement, the Lords would then be running round in circles attempting to please her or fix a plan to her liking.
Such occurances were amusingly observed in the letters Nerdanel received from Arafinwë, describing to her life in the Palace, telling her how they all fared, an indirect way of asking her the same.
And now, when she needed a friend on the counsel more than ever, such words were music to her ears.
If any rumour of Siofra reached the counsel (she had no doubt rumours would spread, the similarities between Tyelkormo and Siofra were too similar)any connections made between the father and daughter would need to be swiftly shot down as utter nonsense. It was common knowledge Anairë had little love for the sons of Fëanáro. If she so much as half defended Siofra against such an accusation no doubt others would dismiss the rumour too.
In the worst case, should somehow the whole truth make its way to the ears of the counsel, Anairë would need to defend her daughter and Tyelkormo, state how insulted she was someone could accuse her daughter of such scandal, how, despite her grudge against him, Turcafinwë was a Noldo Prince and how dare they insult her late law-father's grandson in such a manner
In other words, Anairë needed to play the part she excelled at playing.
If such tactics, followed by much glaring were used, Nerdanel was positive the nobles would not be long shutting their mouths, dismissing the rumours their followers voiced to them, making the secrets dissappear as quick as they came. She had seen this many times, Fëanáro and Maitimo had the ability to scare a rumour (be it true or not) out of existence.
But there was one problem.
Anairë hated Nerdanel. Well, hated all she represented and had loved. There was no way she would so much as hear her out for a brief few minutes. The fact she was currently sat with Findis and not 'Lady Lemon' herself was proof enough.
Perhaps I should not tell her...is it a risk? What if she confirms rather than denies the truth, just to spite me..?
No... she wouldn't...I know she did not like me, my love and our sons...but she did love her own children...and I can see the grief that lingers for them...even for Írissë, especially for Írissë...
Whether to tell her or not is not the problem at hand...I need to meet her...but how?
Upon realising she had been drifting in daydreams a little too long, she kicked herself awake. Findis! Ai Valar surely she thinks I am ignoring her now...!
Suddenly, the answer to her dilemma appeared in front of her, in the shape of Indis' firstborn.
Of course! Findis could make contact with Anairë, potentially arrange a meeting, even if she had to fool Nolofinwë's wife into doing so.
Anairë would never decline an invitation from a nís who was respectable, her law sister and of royal blood. It was simply improper and uncourteous.
Solutions and ideas flying across her mind, Nerdanel almost jumped out of her skin when Findis uncharacteristically broke the silence.
'Speak your mind Nerdanel, I have seen that look too many times in the eyes of your husband. You have a problem, and are full to the brim with ideas with how to solve it, all of which involve a favour from me.' She gave a pointed look.
Nerdanel had to restrain herself from gaping like a fool, defying the etiquette she had practised all afternoon.
Instead she replied resolutely 'Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I need you to arrange a meeting with Anairë. There is much the two of us need to discuss.'
Findis raised an eyebrow. 'Is that all? Surely you do not need me to simply lead the two of you two a room? You both know the Palace walls and have the rights to be here. You both have more less equal ranks. Is there truly need for a middle person?'
'She will not meet me, we all know she never was overly fond of Fëanáro's side of the family. Now, after all that has happened...' Nerdanel felt the need to sharply inhale and close her eyes for a brief moment, before continuing, 'She will not like what I have to say, perhaps she will not even believe it at first. I need her to listen to me, and I know she will not do so on her own accord.'
Findis blank expression suddenly seemed intrigued, more open than before, 'Surely if she so badly does not wish to talk it is best to just leave it be. Give it time, perhaps someday she will come round.'
Nerdanel had the feeling this was not the first time Findis had given said advice. Two quarrelling 'half' brothers came to mind.
She shook her head 'This cannot wait.'
Findis stared at her for a brief moment, narrowing her eyes. It felt slightly uneasy.
However the moment passed as the secretive Princess nodded her head. 'Very well Nésa. I will help you.'
Nerdanel could not prevent the gentle smile that broke out on her face. Never before had Findis called her 'Nésa'. Then again never before had she had such a long conversation with her law-sister.
'Thank you...Nésa.' was her reply.
'Do not thank me yet.' Findis suddenly seemed much bolder and...stronger?...than Nerdanel had ever thought the simple nís capable of. She was taken aback, as she saw the same stubbornness in her law-sister's eyes as Fëanáro had in his.
Nerdanel's observations were validated as the Princess told her the price of her help.
'You will first tell me what is so important that you so vitally need to speak to Anairë. Do not lie. Not even Fëanáro was able to successfully hide the truth from me for long...'
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'No way! So the nís in the music shop was your Aunt? You really are a Lord!? '
To say Siofra was as excited as Kyelaeron was to discover he had a relative on these shores was an understatement.
'Yes and yes' Kyelaeron could not help the beam which broke out on his face. 'But as I said, I doubt you could really call me a Lord, my house has all but disappeared.'
Siofra did not seem to heed his last comment. She mockingly exclaimed 'If what Nerdanel told me is correct, I must curtsey and give you my hand to kiss each time I see you. Also from now on you will be Lord Kyelaeron.'
She proceeded enact the most crooked curtsey ever performed, almost falling over in the process, greeting her otorno with the words 'My Good Lord, What an honour to serve you! From now on I shall be your obedient servant until the end of..-'
'Anya will you stop that! That is the third time in the last ten minutes! I am not a real Lord! Not anymore! There is just my Aunt and I left and the two of us are far from upper class now!'
'All that is gold does not glitter...'Siofra dramatically replied.
Kyelaeron rolled his eyes. He would never be let live his birthright down now that Anya knew.
Suddenly, recalling what his osellë had just said, his eyes widened. 'Wait you said Nerdanel told you this? Nerdanel...as in..?
'As in the wife of Fëanáro and Ammë of Tyelkormo and previously the highest ranking Noldo Lady, after the Queen Indis.'
Kyelaeron quirked an eyebrow, 'Since when did you know the Noldo royalty back to front? Not two days ago I found myself smacking my head against my steed on hearing you say Nolofinwë crafted the Silmarils!'
Aranya crossed her arms and threw him a look, forgetting all the formalities she had sworn to perform to her 'Lord' otorno mere minutes ago. 'You will find Kyelaeron, that I have learned much in the last day, memorising the names of the royalty being the least of them!'
'What else did you learn? And how in the name of Oromë did you end up talking to Lady Nerdanel?'It would be a lie to say Kyelaeron was not intrigued by Siofra's vague references to the renowned sculptress.
'The smithy Vána sent me to was Prince Fëanáro's old one. Have you head of Mahtan Aulendur? He is the father of Nerdanel, taught Fëanáro all he knew. He fixed my weapons. While he was at work, Nerdanel invited me into her house and made me tea. You should have seen the house Kyelaeron! It was wonderful. There was so many strange and different things! I saw lots of little statues, and the chairs were huge! I could lie on one! And in the corner was so many books! I swear there was more than what Oromë has!
'That wouldn't be hard.' Kyelaeron stated. Rumour had it that after the flight the ill tempered Vala had raided his own library, destroying books about anything other than hunting. Especially anything to do with a certain Noldo Prince whose actions had shocked him to the core...'
'Anyway, I took a book and pretended to read, but I was just looking at the pictures. Nerdanel noticed, and somehow figured what hindered me was the same as what had hindered Tyelkormo no less- apparently he struggled to read too! To make a long story short she taught me how to read, using the same system she had used for her third son. I sounded out the names of the royals...well half of them more like, for I had to rush away before I could finish, hence why I was late!'
Kyelaeron was taken aback. He had spent many days and weeks attempting to teach Aranya how to read, since they were half the height they were now. Never was he successful. How had Nerdanel managed to teach her so much in one brief afternoon?
'That is wonderful to hear Anya! But I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. How did Nerdanel do in so short a time what I couldn't do in over four centuries! They say that nís could work miracles, even proud Fëanáro would heed her word and listen her advice. I think they were right.'
'Indeed Kye. She definitely lived up to her reputation of wise, from the impression she gave me.'
'Wise..' Kyelaeron smirked '...except for her taste in husbands!'
'Kyelaeron!' Anya scolded, but returned his smirk nonetheless. 'Now must I remind you that as a Lord that was most uncourteous!.'
'Ai Valar here we go again!' Kyelaeron rolled his eyes to the heavens.
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'Do not lie. Not even Fëanáro was able to successfully hide the truth from me for long...'
Nerdanel hesitated. Should she really divulge such a deep secret? And by Valar, where did this side of Findis come from? It was a different nís.
This was the Findis Fëanáro trusted so well.
But should Nerdanel trust her? With the secret that was her grandchild?
Findis read her mind.
'Come now Nerdanel, have I not proven over the years that I can keep a secret? Valar, I bet there are secrets I keep you believed no one but you and your husband knew, secrets which caused problems which left my eldest brother turning to me for counsel and resolution. Problems I solved in the background. There was a reason Fëanáro favoured me over our other siblings.'
It was Nerdanel's turn to be intrigued. 'What secrets?...What problems?'
Findis smiled gently, humbled as she began to recount all she had done for her half brother over the years.
'There was a time in our youth when Fëanáro would be sick with nerves each time he left the Palace to return to his apprenticeship with your father. I was not long figuring out there was a nís in the picture, and I gave him the kick in the arse he needed to summon the courage to simply talk to you.'
'You rejected Fëanáro three times before you accepted his courtship. It was I who told him that he needed to let go of his pride, to not speak of your unique beauty and talent in craft, but of how you made him feel.'
'Fëanáro sent a letter telling of your travels around Valinor. As always, he did not think of the consequences of his actions. For the Crown Prince to be travelling with a young nís unchaperoned...well lets just say it would not have been taken well in court. I noticed the letter unread on Atar's desk and curiosity got the better of me - luckily for you two! Let's just say I may have transcribed the letter to a neater font, and changed your name to the name of one of Fëanáro's fellow smiths, or more importantly, a ner.
'Of course you know about Maitimo, and your hastily prepared wedding. But it was I who searched Aman for the best midwife, for Fëanáro was scared out of his wits that you would suffer Míriel's fate. He did not wish to trouble you in your condition with his fears.'
'Tyelkormo arrived far too early for comfort, in the hours after his birth it looked as though he would not make it. I made sure the rest of our siblings and Atar did not know of nor interfere with what was believed to be the precious final hours of the babe's life, the last thing Fëanáro would want is to be seen vulnerable in his despair and grief.'
'That is why Fëanáro named him 'Strong Finwë' not for his physical strength, as so many presume, but for the strength of his fëa, for managing to pull through such an obstacle, when he was so young.
'It was I who convinced Atar and the counsel that yourself and Fëanáro were more than capable raising your children, without nursemaids and nannies and servants, when the both of you moved away from the city. He would not have permitted you leave you know.
'I hate to tell you this but Fëanáro, his mind stuck in the forge forgot about your one thousandth begetting day. The huge 'surprise' party thrown was the end product of my hasty planning, which seems to keep reoccurring in your life's milestones.
'When you were away visiting your Atar, your sons surprised you on return with a brand new, refurbished workshop. Little do you know it was because, not one day after you had left, your previous workshop had been burned to the ground. I took command of both Fëanáro and the boys, and they all worked as though their lives depended on it. Who of your family was the culprit remains to be seen, my money is on Curufinwë'
'And of course, each time one of your sons caused trouble, something much more common than not, it was me who would drag them by their ears to Fëanáro to explain themselves, that is, if what they had been plotting would have political impacts. The Ambarussa made a habit dragging each others ears whenever they saw me coming, if only for a little more comfort.'
'When he pulled the sword on Nolo... that was a tough time. Sometimes I think 'if only people knew what I knew, they would not be so quick to judge.' I know the two of you were going through a rough patch, I do not mean to pry nor judge, I know such things are private, but he voiced his emotions to me, the only other person he would accept counsel from. As hard as he tried to ignore Melko's lies, they struck a chord within him, the part of him who was still a boy, longing for his mother, despising her replacement. He took his anger out on Nolo, as if by reasserting his position he would protect Míriel's legacy from a betrayal that would never happen, ever. No one speaks of this, but that day I stood between the two, Nolofinwë and Fëanáro. On seeing my face, my horror, he put the sword down.
'And after the darkening, after...Atar...after everything that conspired, it was I who planned the route across the sea, researched the ways of mastering the Ulmo's domain, while he was too busy preparing speeches and organising rebellion and swearing oaths.'
'Sometimes I wish I was there at Alqualondë. When the problem of the Teleri refusing him the ships arose, perhaps I could have found the answer for him, a better one than the horrifying solution he came up with.'
As Findis concluded her tales, closing her eyes in pain for a moment, Nerdanel found herself staring at this nís in shock.
She had known so much, had done so much, and not a soul knew but Fëanáro.
Naerdanel was certain she had know more than what she had just revealed also.
From the most endearing secrets of her and Fëanáro's courtship days, to the dark ones of the dark days, this nís had not told a soul, keeping her head down, not asking for any reward. She deserved so much more credit than what most gave her. She deserved to be noticed more, appreciated more. Nerdanel found herself scolding her earlier frustrations about the nís's quiet character. Sometimes what one needed was a quiet person, to listen, to think deeply...
That is what Fëanáro found in Findis.
People say I was the only one who Fëanáro took counsel from, who Fëanáro trusted with his feelings, who Fëanáro listened to...they are wrong.
Nerdanel raised her eyes to meet her law-sister's. No word were spoken by the two, but soon Nerdanel found herself pulling Findis into an embrace, becoming the older sister now the older brother was gone.
It was in that moment Nerdanel knew she could trust this nís with the secret of Siofra Aranya.
Finally, after a while the two sisters broke apart. Findis discreetly wiped a tear from her cheek.
'I should not miss him, he does not deserve to be missed, but I do' she spoke softly.
Nerdanel could not prevent her eyes from watering as she whispered, 'As do I'
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Oromë's Woods, Y.T...
Elenā stared down at the bright pair of innocent little eyes looking up at her and could not bring herself to say no.
She swore she would never dance again, not until she could dance with her Meldo, if that ever would happen.
It will...
But she supposed she could make an exception for her little onya, her whole world.
He wanted to learn. She could tell he did not mean simply standing on her toes as she twirled him around, no. She knew that look. She used to have that look. He was determined and in awe and willing to work.
She supposed it would be a fun way to pass time in the woods.
'Very well onya. We will begin with lesson number one. Posture. Now I want you to put your shoulders back-..' She laughed at his exaggerated movement...'-No not that far back...There! You must keep your back straight in that position for the whole dance.
'But Ammë it hurts! ' His little brow crinkled and he tried to put on a brave face, but failed miserably.
She smiled knowingly. 'That happens to everyone at first.'
'Even Atar?' The distant fascination for a ner he should know as well as her broke her heart.
'Especially Atar.' She replied. 'You need to build up strength in your core.' She pointed to his abdomen. 'And your arms.'
'I thought we only use legs for dancing.'
'If only it were that simple onya. Copy me. We are going to do an exercise that will make you strong. Lie down, now hold yourself up on your elbows...yes that's it...but no you have to keep your back down.'
'OWW!' Was the reply she received after about ten seconds. She had to hold down a giggle. The Plank had never been her husband's strength either.
'Just breathe and stay calm. Close your eyes. See if you can last at least one minute.' She closed her eyes, in an attempt to get him to follow, to become calm, simply breathe, for that mind to stop thinking for a few brief seconds.
'Ammë?' It seemed wishful thinking to hope he would stay quiet.
'Mmmm?'
'Can we do the fun parts of dance instead. Like the lift and spinny things?'
'You will not be able to lift until your core is strong onya.'
He sighed, 'Okay Ammë.'
He finally fell silent.
After the minute was up, Elenā opened her eyes. 'Well done! for a beginner that was..-'
He wasn't there.
That little rascal! He is just like...
One person came to mind. Although he was his Atar in looks, there was certain mischief he always got up to which screamed Vayelya.
His Atar would have known better than to run away from a plank, even though she was far better at it than he, graciously accepting defeat and facing her boasting rather than her wrath.
His Aunt would have no such qualms. She had pulled this trick on Elenā many times.
And now she had no idea where her dear Kyelaeron had ran off to.
She shook her head, attempting to erase all the irrational fears which always seemed to weave their way into her mind ever since the day...the horrifying day that led to her going to the woods.
The woods are dangerous...
He will be fine, he is a clever boy...
There are dangerous beasts...
I will not be long finding him...
Indeed she soon had found his trail. She crept up behind him. On seeing her coming he ran off, laughing. Dance lessons had become a game of catch.
She laughed too. She could never bring herself to be angry at him for long, though she made sure not to spoil him and was always stern where his safety was involved.
The two dashed through a clearing, where many trees interlinked together, almost like a secret little haven.
That is when Elenā saw they were not alone.
She gasped as she made out the faces of two very familiar elves.
But what really shocked her was what they were doing, or what they had been doing before they jumped apart and stared at the mother and son, both as stunned and stupefied and fearful as she.
A silence stretched for a while, before it was broken by no other than Kyelaeron.
'What were they doing Ammë?
It was one of those times she wished he could just have kept his little mouth shut.
'Prince Turcafinwë, Princess Írissë' she bowed her head. She honestly did not know what else to say or do. Neither did they it seemed.
'Ammë what were they doing?'
She did not know if they recognised her. She had fame for a time Tirion yes, but she did not recall these two ever being in the audience.
What scared her to the core was the recognition in their eyes as they looked at her son.
They know his Atar, of course they do he is a Lord! Rumours tell me he was against them in the Games.
They know...
'AMMË WHAT WERE THEY DOING?' Kyelaeron would be ignored no more.
She looked deep into the royals eyes, giving them both a silent message as she answered. 'Kissing onya, they were kissing.'
The look she gave was clear. She would keep their secret if they could keep hers...
She saw comprehension dawn on their expressions, and relief, though both looked curious, as if-
'Ammë you never kiss me like that!' He scrunched his nose, in envy or disgust she did not know.
From the corner of her eye she saw the Prince smirk and the Princess cover her giggles with her hand.
The three adults could barely contain their laughter, the tense atmosphere seemed to float away with the child's innocent question.
'No onya, the only person I can kiss that way is your Atar.
'Oh'
'Run along onya, I see some nice mushrooms over there we could have for dinner, remember what I told you about the good and bad ones.'
'Yes Ammë' Her son enthusiastically skipped off.
Turning to face the royals....Two people with power... from Tirion...Meldo...her mind exploded with possibilities.
Should she explain her drastic dilemma to the Prince and Princess before her? Could they do something to help her, even something as small as leaving a message to her husband, telling him the truth?
As much as it pained her, she couldn't.
I do not know who in Tirion is against me...is it just my law-father or are there others?...
My law-father is a Lord...his followers...can I trust them?...
The hills have eyes ...
If Meldo did find out the truth how would he react? Would he be in danger then too...?
...If his Atar was willing to destroy his son's happiness for honour how long until he is willing to destroy his son's life?
Ai Valar he is probably in bits! As am I. But unlike me he has no explanation to make his suffering worthwhile, no little ray of hope to remind him of me...
I hope Vayelya is there for him. I know she will be.
If I got word to him and he came to live in the woods...no I can't do that, people would come for us...we would be hunted...
If I went back to Tirion and he knew the truth...No I would not be able to sleep at night, especially if Kyelaeron was with me. Who's to stop them smothering us in our sleep?
If I told him the truth and ordered him to do nothing, leave us be, leave his Atar be, despite his crimes...No, he would not be able to leave it be. Not with all that has transpired. The alleyway, his unborn child almost murdered...the heartbreak he has suffered...It would be more painfulknowing he had a son he could not meet...he would not be able to let it go...I cannot say I blame him...
Resolving that her secret must remain just that, she faced the royals.
Tyelkormo had been watching at her son, no doubt seeing the tell-tale heirloom chain which hung from his neck 'Does his Atar know?' He questioned, nodding to Kyelaeron.
She sadly shook her head 'No'.
Almost in rage Tyelkormo cried out 'WHY!', taking a step forward. Írissë restrained him.
Elenā winced. 'Why?' was a long story. Instead she settled for 'Forbidden love is something we have in common, your secret is safe with me.'
Tyelkormo and Írissë's eyes widened. 'You mean...you didn't leave...?'Tyelkormo began.
'Not by choice.' she answered bitterly. 'The world we live in is fucked up.'
'Indeed' Írissë replied with just as much vigour. 'But is there not a way you could tell him at least. We could get a message through if you wish.'
Mournfully she shook her head. 'It is too dangerous. The reason I am here is because my son's life, and mine were almost ended when I was pregnant. My life was spared because I was with child, but I was warned of what would happen dare I return. If my husband finds out that truth, I fear what he may do, and what lengths some may go to to stop him'
'I shudder to think what might happen if I returned. And should he leave the city for here we will be found.'
She saw both clench their fists in anger.
'But that is illegal. Such a death threat, to a mother and a child is one of the worst crimes with one of the worst punishments! Could you not go on trial?' Írissë passionately rehearsed the Noldo laws she had drilled into her in her early days of education.
'I have thought of that too. It would not work. I have no evidence, no witnesses, just my own word. When taken against that of a Lord no less it will mean nothing. Even if the two of you spoke for me it would mean nothing. I am but a lower-class Avarin nís, married in secret ceremony, Vayelya and Laurëfindal being the only witness's, both too close to us for their word to be believed. Most likely they will think I am a whore, trying to swindle a Lord from his riches for my bastard child. My son could get taken away, I could lose custody, I cannot do that. I must keep him secret, even from his family...it is the only way to keep him safe.'
Tyelkormo gazed deep in her eyes, emanating sympathy?...no..empathy...
He knows exactly how I feel...
'We understand, truly' Írissë sounded sincerely.
A question Elenā needed to ask came to mind.
'I heard you fought against my husband in the Final of your Games...How...how does he fare?'
Tyelkormo smirked. 'He knocked me on my arse and made a holy show of me, in front of all Tirion no less!'
'And I had to save his arse, as always. We won by the skin of our teeth. Both he and Laurë gave us a real fight' Írissë added.
Elenā laughed. Their anecdotes gave her hope.
'In all seriousness, if one looks close enough, there is a sadness and grief in his eyes that never seems to vanish. But my brother tells me he has come a long way, has healed much and whenever he feels down he has many friends by his side for support. Do not worry for him.' Írissë assured her.
'I would worry for yourselves.' Tyelkormo replied. ' I am sure you know the land well, but surely you get lonely out here? If you are in need of a community, people to talk to, a home if you will, feel free to join us Hunter's. They can keep a secret. Your son is not the only child of forbidden love in these woods.'
'Nessa offered me as much, but for now I am content with just my son and I. But thank you, perhaps in the future.'
'Happy to help.' Tyelkormo nodded.
'Take care.' Írissë added.
'Thank you both, your words mean a great deal to me.'
With that, the Prince and Princess left.
Elenā turned and together she and her son walked back to their little camp.
She tried to stamp away the urge to flee to her lover as fast as the wind, throw herself into his arms, not care about anything or anyone.
It was an awful sentiment. How could she even think of leaving her son? She should not think it. But she did. She just wanted to make sure he was alright. She fought the urge for now. She had to think of her son, protect him.
Once they reached where they had began, Elenā turned to Kyelaeron. 'Now onya, I want you to go into plank for two minutes this time. That is what you get for cheating! And this time I will be watching!'
His reaction was as though she had asked him to fight a balrog.
She told him two minutes were up after only one minute. She was far too soft with him...
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Tirion, First Age 505...
'Are you certain? Are you one hundred percent sure this is not a mere coincidence? Dare I say a hallucination?' Findis asked for the one hundredth time, as she paced the floor.
It seemed the nís had finally learnt a secret shocking enough to leave her stunned.
'The evidence is all there. But to see her alone would be enough to confirm she is Tyelkormo's child.' Nerdanel's answers were all similar.
Findis halted, staring deep into Nerdanel's eyes. 'But are you sure Írissë is the mother? There is not as much evidence on that field. It is crucial that we are certain of this. If her mother is any nís other than Tyelkormo's cousin this would not be a problem at all, we would be able to welcome her into the family with open arms. True, she may not be adored as a result of his crimes, but most of the Noldor are in no position to judge, so many relatives participated in Alqualondë.'
'If Írissë was not the mother, Tyelkormo would have had no reason to keep her a secret from us. What is more she has Írissë's silver bow. You know how dear that weapon was to her. Also there is a grace about her despite her wildness, something in her demeanour that, when one looks close enough resembles the ladylike qualities Írissë always had, no matter how many scandals she caused. I would swear by Eru that she is Írissë's daughter.' Nerdanel asserted.
'And I hope to Eru you would know better than to ever swear anything to Eru after all that has transpired.' Findis placed a hand on her forehead and sighed. 'I believe you. But this is not going to be an easy road.'
'I am aware.' replied Nerdanel. 'That is another reason I must speak with Anairë. Her position on the counsel gives her authority to contain this secret, preventing whispers and accusations spreading like wildfire.'
'Good thinking. You need to speak with her as soon as possible. I will arrange for the two of you to speak together in an hour or so. As far as I know Anairë has nothing on her agenda for the rest of today.'
'Actually, since you now are aware of the secret I keep, would you accompany me to the meeting? I do not think Anairë would believe any word coming from my mouth.'
'Very well.' agreed Findis. 'But why does she despise you so much? You never did anything personally to her. And you remained here, just like her. One would think you'd be friends, you have lots in common.'
'And lots of things to distinguish us too. I guess she associates me with Fëanáro, and all the hate he held for Nolofinwë she wishes to reflect onto me.' Nerdanel sighed.
'Fëanáro did not hate any of us'.
A harsh, defensive reply was thrown back in the face of the sculptress.
Again, Nerdanel was taken off guard by the sudden change in Findis' calm personality.
'Excuse me?' Nerdanel began 'But I thought-...'
'I do not presume to have known him better than you, you were his wife, his life. But you are wrong in thinking he hated his half siblings, you have been fooled by Fëanáro's antics, just like everyone else.'
Nerdanel did not speak, silently gesturing for Findis to continue.
'Out of all my siblings, I was the only one who was old enough to notice the little things he did for us when we were younger, when he thought we weren't looking.'
'In our childhood years, when the four of us all slept in the same nursery, an adolescent Fëanáro would tip toe in, in the small hours, before he himself rested, and kiss us each on the head, fixing fallen bedcovers and restoring plush toys, lost in the movement of dreams, back to our arms. He didn't know I saw him each time, I faked reverie, for I would always lay awake to see if he would come, and he always did.'
'He never forgot a begetting day, though he never gave presents, we would all receive a gift from an anonymous servant, gifts which were far too expensive for a servant to buy.'
'He taught Nolo how to fight and talked him out of his cold feet on his wedding day, he found Lalwendë the time she ran away, after a harsh argument with Atar, taught Ara how to swim, would not let him near Alqualondë to see his Telerin princess before he had mastered the technique.
'This and a million more things he did for us. He could not hate us if he tried. And he did try.'
'But why?' Nerdanel could not help but ask 'Why the big act of quarreling with Nolo, of rude whispers and jests and feigned impatience towards Ara and Lalwen. I honestly believed he despised his siblings, save yourself perhaps, I'm loath to admit nothing he said or did to me supports your beliefs - not that I am implying you lie.
Findis smiled sadly 'Because to admit openly he loved us would be admitting that something good came from the marriage of Finwë and Indis. It would be to admit that there was something positive to be taken from what Fëanáro saw as the biggest insult possible to late Míriel, and he could not bring himself to admit such a thing, be it because of pride or grief or need to defend his mother when she was not around to defend herself.'
'It is funny, it is as if he thought that if he kept quiet, hid his affection, was discreet in the little things he did for us, then perhaps Míriel would not see it, perhaps it would not be woven onto the tapestries by no other than his mother, the nís he was trying to honour, albeit in the wrong way.'
'My Eru' Nerdanel was left at a loss for words. She had learned more in the last day or two about the secrets of those she thought she knew inside out, thought she was closest too.
She knew Fëanáro was a complex ner. She did not know the half of it.
Turning to Findis, she could not help but ask, 'But why you. He had a soft spot for you, you escaped his taunts, he trusted you, it was obvious he held no grudge against you...I know you helped him many times, but I am sure the other three would have been more than willing to do the same, if only to win the slightest of their eldest sibling's favour.'
Findis smiled sadly. 'Because he helped me first. He saved me from something...I shudder to think what my life would have turned out to be had Fëanáro not intervened. I was in his debt.'
'Do not be mistaken, he would have helped the other three the very same way as he helped me, had they landed themselves in the same dire situation as I in my youth. Thank Eru none of them did.'
'I spoke of the little things he did when we were children, how he fooled everyone but me. That is not exactly true, for he had fooled me also, until a fateful day many years ago.'
'I had come of age and as was custom back then, betrothed to a ner I barely knew. A match had been made and Atar and Ammë assured me my fiancée was honourable and would keep me in comfort for all my days, a smart match.
Then I finally met him, I was smitten. He was handsome and kind and too good to be true. We courted for a while. Eventually he was trusted to accompany me without a chaperone.
That is when he changed. He tried to manipulate me, force me into things...I did not want to do...when I refused he attacked me...with words at first, then...in more obvious ways.
'I hid the bruises, I would not dare show them to my parents nor tell them why I wished to end the courtship. But I begged them to end the engagement. I remember being on my knees, before the throne, pleading Atar and Ammë with tears streaming down my face. They, not knowing the truth, deemed me as ungrateful and of simply having cold feet. Fëanáro had been in the throne room then too, completing some duty with Atar, but he said nothing.'
'I was sent to bed. As I stormed my way to my bedroom I slammed the door, only for it to be opened again. Fëanáro stood there, staring at me with those brilliant eyes, far too knowing.'
'He dragged me into my washroom and demanded I wash my face, clean away the powder concealing my bruised eye. He said nothing. He then demanded I take off my conservative dress, one I selected to hide my skin. When I protested on decency terms he shouted, in true Fëanáro fashion, 'It won't kill me to see your shoulders damn it! Leave your underdress on!'
'So I did, and exposed my swollen collarbone and bruised arms. I begged him to not tell Atar and Ammë, I was so ashamed...even though I shouldn't have been. He reluctantly agreed and before he left, pulled me into an awkward embrace.'
'The next day, we received word that my suitor wished to sever our engagement and planned on giving up his titles and riches to enlist in maintaining the area around Lord Námo's Halls. Apparently his handsome looks had vanished overnight, he claimed he fell. His injuries numbered far more than mine, and in far more obvious places.'
'Later that month Fëanáro passed an Act in the counsel stating that Noble ladies should have the choice of when and who they marry.'
'I remember waiting until he returned that day to his bedchambers, and flinging myself into his arms. Neither of us said anything, but from that day on a strange, secretive bond was formed. We had each others backs.'
'And I will still have his back even now' Findis resolved. 'I will not let politics destroy his granddaughter, as it had almost destroyed me, though in a different way, even if I have to drag Anairë by my teeth .'
Nerdanel could not believe it, anger that someone could do such a thing to a woman, pride at her husband, he brilliant Meldo, how he gave the ner everything he deserved and more. For Findis, he ensured someone would never find themselves forced into such a marriage again.
'I remember the Act, the week it was passed. Fëanáro was an apprentice, though we were not yet courting. Instead of doing everything in his power to avoid his counsel paperwork, he shut himself in his room for days, not emerging until he had his whole proposal receited and perfected, certain of success. He never said why he did it.'
Nerdanel felt a stab in her chest as she recalled the days a gifted apprentice and an aspiring scupltress would gaze at the other when they presumed themselves unwatched, would spend days persuading themselves to talk to the other, embarrassed when they finally did. Both lost in the new realm of romance only associated with the youth.
Findis had tears in her eyes as she relived her dark memories. Nerdanel found herself embracing her law sister again, and mourning the Fëanáro of Findis tales.
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'So you sat and had tea with the nís who is the finest sculptor the world had seen, who is also the mother of the finest hunter ever seen and finest musician ever seen, wife of the finest smith ever seen and you called her Lady Anairë. Why Anya WHY?!
'My Lord, those of us who are of lower class such as my humble self do not have time to educate ourselves in such intricacies, we are too busy wiping your fancy behinds.'
Kyelaeron raked his hand through his hair. He had brought up Nerdanel in conversation as a means of distracting Anya from calling him Lord. His plan had backfired. All roads led to 'Lord Kyelaeron' it seemed.
Siofra giggled at his exasperated expression. 'And you got one thing wrong. You are the finest musician ever seen.'
This time Kyelaeron laughed out loud. 'No Anya, there is no way anyone could be better than Kanafin-...'
'Have you ever heard Kanafinwë Makalaurë play?' his osellë demanded.
'Well no but..'
'So how do you know he is better than you are?'
'I..because..everyone...because it is simply known. '
'Well I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt until the day I see you both perform together.' Siofra insisted.
'Ha! As if that will ever happen!' Kyelaeron rolled his eyes.
The two made their way to Nerdanel's home, to pick up Siofra's weapons. The first trial began tommorow, and the two hoped to get some light sparring in before the party to be held between the warrior and hunter camps tonight.
Siofra was also hoping she'd be able to squeeze in the second reading lesson Nerdanel had spoke of yesterday. Kyelaeron tagged along, intrigued by the teaching method Siofra had described.
They reached the house and met Mahtan and Tambë outside, a cart behind the horse loaded with items to be sold at the market. Siofra grabbed her weapons and tried to convince the old smith to accept her payment. He refused, stating that if she did well in the Games it would be payment enough.
'If you insist sir. But if I do not do well in the Games I will be paying you!'
Mahtan internally laughed as he recalled Tyelko avoiding paying with as much effort as his daughter was currently putting into forcing him to accept payment.
'I doubt you will do anything but well. I am afraid Nerdanel is not in, she sends her apologies but she had a meeting in the Palace. She said you are more than welcome to go on inside and try a bit of reading yourself. I am sure Kyelaeron here can help too.'
'That would be wonderful!' Siofra could not help the smile that broke out on her face. Mahtan nodded, then headed off to the market. The two made their way inside.
Kyelaeron was at a loss for words.
'Come on otorno, why are you so quiet?' Siofra tried to usher him into the sitting room, where the book which was the key to her reading lay.
Kyelaeron's eyes remained distant.'You do realise who lived here, who grew up here, both the heroes and villans of our history. It's so surreal to think...-'
'Will you stop that brooding this instant and get in here!' Írissë's intolerance for melancholy and Tyelkormo's impatience echoed in their daughter's words.
'Sorry Anya.' Kyelaeron, like any ner who knew Írissë well enough, knew better than to argue...
'Hmmphh'
The two sat down. Kyelaeron read the system Fëanáro had created, and was impressed and a little in awe. He was holding a book written by Fëanáro... this was where Makalaurë composed his songs, where Tyelkormo returned to each time he left the woods. Though he knew the tale ended tragically and the sons of Fëanáro could no longer be seen as 'role models', Kyelaeron found it impossible to simply not be a little starstruck.
'FIN-DE-KÁ-NO, TU-RU-KÁ-NO, ÍR-IS-SË, AR-A-KÁNO.'
Kyelaeron was very impressed. Siofra had gone from zero literacy to a decent standard overnight. Her expression was not one of triumph however, more of confusion.
'What is it with the royals and putting the same thing at the end of everyone's name! First 'Finwë', now 'Káno', and why is ÍR-IS-SË, Oh! Írissë the odd one out?
Kyelaeron shrugged 'Káno... commander...? Why would you call a baby a commander? And when these neri were born, there was no need for commanders or war!'
'Where is Nerdanel when we need her?!' Siofra exclaimed. 'She had loads of funny stories and explanations on the strange ways of the royalty and nobility, such as yourself...!
Kyelaeron ignored her jest, as a long forgotten memory made its way into his head.
'Well if you want to know a story about the royals...I have one. '
'What is it otorno?' Curiosity emanated from Aranya's emerald eyes.
'When I was a little boy living in the woods with Ammë, one day I wandered off and who did I run into but Tyelkormo and Írissë.
'No!' Siofra seemed both surprised and slightly envious. 'You weren't even living with us in Oromë's camp then! And you saw Tyelkormo AND Írissë? I NEVER saw Tyelkormo! EVER! Never mind Írissë! All I had was stories, of the Games they won, and the ones Atar told me, which I think were all codswallop if I'm honest.'
Kyelaeron smirked, not out of boasting, but out of excitement, the sort one gets when about to divulge a secret. Anya had already been stunned to hear that he had seen Tyelkormo and Írissë. She did not know the half of it yet.
'That's not all...' he began...' I ran into them...while they were kissing!'
Siofra gasped and gaped, clapping her mouth...'NO WAY!'
'Mmmhhhhm! Kyelaeron assured, 'They were a couple.
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Tirion Y.T...
Curufinwë, camouflaged by his dark cloak crept through the clearing just on the outskirts of the city.
A strong but makeshift fence, forged by no other than Aulë himself, separated him from the camps of both the warriors and the hunters. Guards were positioned at the entrance, civilians (and royalty) were not permitted in the camps.
Lively music, shouts, singing and dancing drifted its way to his ears. It seemed quite the party in there.
A party he was adamant he would get into.
Sure there was celebrations in the city, but it was not quite fun on your own. Curifinwë did not bother with peers, he did not have time for idle chit chat and unproductive sport. He had an apprenticeship to do, and the smiths Atar's forge made much better company anyway.
He could perhaps find a pretty nís to charm, but in all honesty he was not in the mood. They would either agree with everything he said or swoon at the idea of being noticed by a Prince or in some cases make it very clear that they were not interested in a ner who was half their age...In other words he had spent so much time enticing níssi the past few days that tonight he needed a break.
His brothers had all but disappeared. Little Ambarussa were gone to bed, Kano insisted he needed to practise for tommorow's performance, Nelyo was accompanied by Findékáno and Findaráto, so Curufinwë made sure to stay well away, and Moryo he had just glimpsed disappearing down an alleyway with the nís who did the Palace accounts, no way was he following them.
That left one option.
Tyelko.
Who is currently behind this huge metal fence.
Good thing I am a smith...almost...
It was all too easy to figure out how to hoist three pillars from the ground. It was basic knowledge for a smith. He had slid through in no time, carefully placing the fencing back in place.
The sight he beheld immediately proved to him that the risk of being caught had been worth it.
There was music and dance and merriment. A huge banquet of the most exquisite and exotic foods lined the sides of the area. Elflings of competitors ran riot with little sparklers, from the distance he could see what appeared to be a firework show being set up by Olorin. A huge bonfire marked the centre of the event, where the two camps met. Warriors and Hunters mingled and chatted, so far there were no brawls, simply lively camaraderie and teasing. The exclusive scene before him was the image of fun.
Atarinkë was impressed, and he was a Prince no less, well used to fine events.
Scanning his eyes through the crowd, he found who he was looking for. The other side of the bonfire, where silky blankets and velvet cushions were laid all around as seating, sat his favourite brother.
He would never admit he had a favourite, but he could not deny that he always seemed to laugh more and...care less about work whenever Tyelko was about.
Tyelko was the only person with whom he could completely forget about the tasks he had yet to complete, or the next step in his journey for success, or what project he should set his mind to tommorow. He found it easy to relax around his outgoing brother.
Perhaps it is because, unlike Atar and I, Tyelko and I have nothing in common, when it comes to our interests anyway. To talk about smithying to Tyeko would be as effective as Kano's lullabies at putting him to sleep- but with boredom. The same could be said with me and Hunting...
In dire need of such a break from the forge (he had been selling and crafting for months leading up to the Games) he made his way over to where Tyelko lay, Huan behind him, acting as a pillow.
As he rounded the bonfire, he noticed there was something..no...someone...lying in turn on Tyelko's chest.
He felt the urge to roll his eyes. He accepted the...unique...relationship between Tyelko and Írissë (who was in fact the only cousin he could stand being in the presence of ) but really, the two ought to be a little more discreet. It was a miracle for their own sakes that he was the only one in Tirion who seemed to have noticed...How his brothers, half cousins, even Ammë and Atar had not copped on he did not know. It was clear as the new gems Atar was working on.
Deciding it was time to teach the lovebirds a lesson, Curufinwë crept behind where the couple sat. Huan noticed, of course he did, but did not alert the two. Perhaps he agrees that these two have become far too lax...
Imitating a typical surprised ner, in awe of royalty, Atarinkë boomed 'My Lord Nolofinwë! What an honour to meet you!'
It was amusing how quickly the pair detached themselves from one another and turned to face him.
What was not amusing was the cushion thrown with such force towards his head that it floored him.
'Curvo that was NOT FUNNY!' The thrower stated, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes betraying her mirth.
Tyelko made no such effort to conceal his amusement, laughing out loud and helping Curvo to his feet. 'Well met hanno' he greeted Curvo, clapping him on the back 'You broke in sooner than I expected.'
'Obviously' stated Curvo, eyes hopping between the Tyelko and Írissë, 'The two of you need to be more discreet, honestly!'
Said two acted as if there was nothing between them. 'What do you mean Curvo? We were just relaxing!' Tyelko answered.
'Do not be ridiculous Curvo, what you're implying is absurd!' added Írissë.
'Oh fine Tyelko, so next time I wish to 'relax', you will happily massage my arse for me like you were just doing for Íris- OWW!'
This time it was Tyelko who delivered the blow, to the back of his head.
'Huan agrees with me, don't you boy?' Curvo voiced.
'Woof'
Tyelko glared at Huan and then faced his brother's smug look of triumph, stating unconvincingly that Huan said he did not agree with Curvo.
'Come, let us sit down.' Írissë changed the subject. 'We were talking about the other competitors, what warriors may prove challenging. Have you heard who are the favourites Curvo? We had planned on strolling in to Tirion for a while but we...ahh...' She glanced at Tyelko.
'We got distracted practising our wrestling skills.' Tyelko finished for her. Írissë rolled her eyes, as if to say 'Make it more obvious why don't you?'
Curvo felt the urge to vomit but thought it best to pretend he never heard why the pair had missed out on news that day.
'For the warriors Laurëfindal seems to be topping the polls of the pundits. But fear not hanno, you are the favourite to win. Írissë, no offence but people are underestimating you, you are more-less unknown.'
'Dont worry cousin, I have been underestimated my whole life' replied Írissë with a bitter grin.
'Who else is up there in the polls?' questioned Tyelkormo.
'Number two to win is Kandāra. Many like her chances, they reckon if she survived so long on the hither shores she must have learned a trick or two. Then Laurëfindal..'- Tyelko scowled...- 'then Ehtelë...'- Írissë scowled...'- then Rõka...'- Curvo scowled.
Tyelkormo, although scowling himself, did not miss the opportunity to tease his little brother, 'Whats this, Curvo, jealous of another smith? Never! '
'I am not jealousof Rõka. One can only be jealous when they are inferior to someone. Curvo was quick to throw back.
'Ooh he is jealous ' Írissë antagonised further. Curvo ignored her.
'And what about you Tyelko? It seems you yourself are jealous of Laurëfindal! Why? It's not because he is a suitor to a certain someone is it?'
Tyelko's scowl reappeared. 'Atar and Nolofinwë will be friends before Írissë willingly marries that stuck up-..'
'I would not be so worried about Laurë, he has his eyes on Ehtelë's sister. I would worry about Ehtelë, Ammë worships the ground he stands on.' Irissë cut in.
'Don't be ridiculous' stated Curvo, 'Everyone knows Ehtelë is damaged goods'.
'Ha? What do you mean?' Írissë questioned.
'Do fill me in on the full story.' Tyelko raised an eyebrow.
Curvo sighed and rolled his eyes. 'You two really don't have time for gossip, do you?' He was met with blank, clueless stares. 'Seriously, do either of you have a notion of the ongoings of the civilised world? OWW! Will you stop hitting me on the head Tyelko? Honestly, at this rate I'll end up as bright as you-AHHHH OWW!'
'You asked for that one' Írissë defended Tyelko's actions.
'Do go on about Ehtelë though, I am intrigued.' Tyeko said all too cheerily, content to have served Curvo revenge for his insults.
'Do you talk to your brother at all Írissë? I am sure he could tell you all about Ehtelë in far better detail than I.' Curvo was still not finished in pointing out how far under the rock the couple lived.
'Turukáno and I are very different. So excuse me if I don't have the patience to sit and chat with him about himself, his baby, his wife and all his little frien- Ethelë! Laurë! fancy seeing you here!'
Before Írissë had the chance to complete her sarcastic reply, who appeared before them but the two warriors that had occupied the latter part of their conversation.
'My Lady Írissë' Laurë bowed, Ehtelë copying him, 'My Lords'. 'Turcafinwë' Ehtelë added.
Curvo spared a glance at Tyelko as he lowered his head in acknowledgement. His brother's expression towards Laurëfindal was of a cat staring at a dog in disgust.
'Oh please, the two of you know me well enough to omit such meaningless titles! Must I always have to remind you both that Írissë will do?'
'Yes Írissë because Laurë here has the memory of the goldfish found in my family's fountains.' Ehtelë teased.
Laurëfindal threw him a look 'I do recall it was you who forgot your instrument for the opening ceremony and only realised after we had gone on stage.'
'True.' sighed Ehtelë in defeat. 'But there's no need to remind me of that, that nís backstage got so angry that I will make sure to carry two of everything forever more, if only to avoid the rage of seemingly innocent níssi.'
Írissë laughed. 'That was Tanwë, our accountant, I am pretty sure she could scare Eru with her temper. You may be seeing more of her, she tells me she is thinking of joining the warriors.'
Both warriors looked at each other with genuine dread, the thought of such a furious nís being given free reign of a sword seemed enough to put fear in the hearts of the two grown neri.
'Don't worry, if she cannot control her temper she will be kicked out, just like our brother' Curvo added, feeling the need to compensate for Tyelkormo's silence, said ner was still glaring at Laurë with the same intensity his Atar glared at Indis.
'Well in fairness he did not deserve to be kicked out.' Laurëfindal defended Morifinwë. 'The way that Maia was treating the female warriors was not right.'
'True but he is a Prince and should know better than to think he can get away with being the reason a maia was sent to Irmo's care for the first time ever.' Curvo answered, throwing a long winded answer back in an attempt to cover more of Tyelko's silence.
'It was a maia he knocked out?' Tyelko finally spoke, albeit to Curvo alone. 'I always presumed it was Angaráto.'
'Tyelko even I knew it was a maia.' Írissë teased this time, but received no slap on the head, much to Curvo's annoyance.
All he gave was a 'hmmphh' before adding 'Shame he's not competing now so.'
Then he fell back to glaring at Laurëfindal.
'So tell me warriors' Írissë turned back her two suitors. Who sent you this time to keep an eye on me? Findekáno? Atar? Turukáno?'
The two looked sheepishly towards the ground. 'What makes you think- ' Ehtelë began but gave up on seeing Írissë's knowing look.
'Lady Anairë' Ehtelë sighed in defeat.
'Turukáno' Laurefindal mimicked his friend's expression.
Írissë sighed in exasperation 'I swear I wouldn't be surprised if they asked you to sleep in my bed.'
Tyelko choked on the mirúvorë he had been sipping, his fists giving away his true emotions as they clenched.
The two well mannered neri were left speechless and slightly embarrassed at such a statement from no other than their Princess.
'We would...never...degrade your honour in such a way My Lady- sorry- Írissë.' was Laurëfindal's careful reply.
Curvo could not resist...
'Do not worry Laurë, that ship had sailed, wrecked and sank to the bottom of the-...OWWW!'
This time two cushions flew straight between Curvo's ribs, leaving him winded. Both Tyelko and Írissë threw him looks which would probably have brought tears to the eyes of a humbler ner. Curvo did not care. His cunning jest had been worth it.
'Ignore him.' Írissë harshly ordered the warriors 'He has had too many blows to the head tonight.'
'I wonder who's fault that is' Curvo mumbled, rubbing his abdomen.
Laurëfindal simply nodded, wishing to move the conversation away from such topics. However Ehtelë smirked, clearly understanding what Curufinwë implied, though he never would have guessed who had taken Írissë's 'honour' in such a manner.
The conversation, steadily becoming a downhill slope to discomfort, was cut short as the piercing whistle and bang of the fireworks began.
The Warriors and Hunters alike (and Curvo) stared up at the sky, the atmosphere one of excitement, anticipation and wonder. One Curufinwë swore he would never forget.
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Tirion, First Age 505...
After the fireworks display, Siofra found herself being twirled around the dancefloor by many neri she did not know- all warriors, enticed by her wildness, confidence and good looks. After many weeks of rehersing the same dance, she was glad the freedom of movement was restored to her.
After Siofra had completed reading the royal family tree, herself and Kyelaeron had strolled back to their camp, and had practised lightly before the big day tommorow. Work done, it was time for play. Both otorno and osellë found themselves jumping with joy at the sight of the feast and festivities, the likes of which they had never seen.
Siofra's mind drifted to her otorno, he would love being able to show off, especially considering the warriors were their opponents. She had not seen him since the two had lain down on the grass to watch the sparks light up the sky, for as soon as the show ended the music started. Both Siofra and Kyelaeron immediately had been asked to dance.
It was quite fun, flirting and teasing these neri. They all seemed strange to her, never fully speaking their mind, all so polite...too polite...so much so that she felt they would choose manners over laughter.
She loved whispering unladylike lines in their ears, leaving them at a loss over what to say or do.
She was about to stun her current dance partner, a tall and proud Vanya, when suddenly she found herself swiftly pulled from her partners arms into a pair of familiar ones, a brief apology being uttered to the Vanya in the process.
'Kyelaeron is everything alright?' Siofra voiced to her otorno, whose eyes were looking around him, carefully leading the two of them in certain, calculated directions on the dance floor.
'Mmmhhhm what...? Oh sorry, yes Anya everything is fine.' was the distant reply she received, Kyelaeron's eyes staying fixed on her for no longer than a few seconds.
Siofra quirked an eyebrow, she knew that tone in her otorno. He was scared. But of what?
Taking time to scan the area herself, Siofra found the answer.
Leaning towards his ear, as she had done with the other partners, Siofra whispered 'You wouldn't happen to be avoiding the group of warrior níssi over there, eyeing you as though you are the vision of their dreams, would you otorno?'
'What makes you think-' Kyelaeron began began but gave up on seeing Aranya's knowing look.
'Maybe' he sighed in defeat.
Siofra could not help it, she laughed out loud. 'All the wild beasts we have hunted and you didn't even bat an eyelid, and now you tell me you are afraid...of a few níssi? '
'They are eyeing me the way a tiger eyes an antelope! I am the prey Anya of course I am scared! I danced with some, they all were so confusing! And the worst part was when some would whisper things in my ears and I wouldn't know what to say! They would say it so serious but it was always something ridiculous! And then I didn't know what to say! And...'
'It's alright Kye, they are just trying to render you speechless for fun. Well, that's what I was doing anyway!'
'No, I am pretty sure most of them were only after one thing...' Kyelaeron sulked.
'Oh poor Kyelaeron!' Siofra had no sympathy for her otorno.
Instead she decided to imitate his admirers. She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. 'You are just too handsome and beautiful with mystical eyes and sculpted muscles! You take my breath away with your breathtaking flute and magical dancing!'
Siofra proceeded to fall onto Kyelaeron, the latter being forced to catch her, as though she were swooning. 'If you do not bed me tonight, oh handsome musician, my life will mean nothing, I may as well walk into the Halls.'
'Anya!' Kyelaeron tried to sound annoyed, but could not help the laughter that escaped from his lips. 'See that is the kind of madness that scares me about those ladies. I would not be surprised if one of them said such a thing, with full sincerity!'
'You're just too good looking for your own good otorno!' Siofra giggled.
'Not the worst problem to have I guess.' Kyelaeron smirked. 'There is about a half an hour left of music. Dance with me till the end?'
Siofra tried to not smile at the desperation in his voice. Curtseying (rather badly) she replied 'It would be an honour my Lord.'
'You have the memory of a goldfish! How many times today have I told you that you are not to call me by my title!?'
'As you wish My Lord'' was the reply he received.
Kyelaron rolled his eyes...I hope someday this comes back to bite her!...
Siofra smirked at his exasperated expression before adding 'I was getting bored of those dry neri anyway!'
The two danced until the music had stopped, then lay outside their tents watching the stars.
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Translations:
Elenā -'Of the Stars'/ I chose this name Kyelaeron's mother because it reflects her Avarin heritage, who I believe loved the stars dearly. Also because she became a star, with her dancing (The Hollywood couple HC still stands!)...and I really like Vampire Diaries ok?There I admit it!
Onya- my child
Rõka- Rog
nésa- sister
Laurëfindal- Glorfindel
Ehtelë- Ectheliom
Woah that was long! Too many secrets just flew into my head and I had to get them all out in this Findis and Fëanáro 'friendhip/allies' thing I really love. The part of me who is a sucker for happy endings likes to think Fëanor did not hate his half siblings. The rational side of me links the attitude he has towards them to want of honour for his mother. I guess what I am trying to say is I see Fëanor as a fallen hero, deceived by lies and (OMG IT JUST OCCURED TO ME THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN ANAKIN SKYWALKER AND FEANOR!) although he was arrogant and proud, if his half siblings needed him, he was willing to let his pride go to help them.
If anyone wants to know what sitting in a room with me is like; I am as silent as Findis and as annoyed as Nerdanel at the other person when awkward silence ensues.
Kyelaeron is not being let live down his 'Lordship'. But he needn't worry, revenge will be sweet when the truth and time comes, and he gets to go round bowing to 'Her Royal Highness!'
So we now know one of Kyelaeron's parents. (I bet no one has any clue as to who the father is, I didn't make it obvious at all- like way too obvious (but family ties and Easter eggs are fun)- yep like you are all gonna be shocked to your very core when I reveal Kyelaeron's dad-Not ( I am sorry, if you haven't figured it or have a general idea out then you obviously need Siofras magic reading book)
I really wanted to portray the fear Elenā was feeling, and to be fair her fears were well founded. It would have been extremely tricky for her to even attempt to let her husband know.
Also just could not resist the Tyelko and Írissë cameo in Kyelaeron's childhood.
Love Siofra getting pissed because Kyelaeron has seen Tyelko and Írissë and she 'has never seen them'. Írissë be face palming in Mandos right now.
And the party! Same one centuries apart. Curufinwë, for all his craftiness, needs to learn that his big mouth is getting him turned into a real life punchbag and target for Tyelko and Írissë.
And yes, I stole a quote from 'The Witcher ', 'That ship had sailed, wrecked and sank to the bottom of the ocean.'
And Finally, a heartthrob aftraid of his admirers...Well at least Anya was there to laugh and protect him from the 'predators!'
See you all for the next chapter, where the Games will begin. Happy Christmas if I do not publish before then.
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