Painting
"Do one of me! Me!" Elured shrieked excitedly, bouncing with childish glee as he watched Beren's brush in his aged hand, up and down in careful strokes.
"You've already had one, dear, be patient." Nimloth sighed as Luthien's nimble fingers combed through the younger elleth's feathery, silky hair. It was the sheen of the moon.
Elured pulled himself away regretfully before bounding over to his mother, enthusiasm renewed as he touched the wispy white tips of her hair with reverence.
"You look like a swan." his brother spoke softly, joining Elured before their small mother, clasping the young prince's pale hand in his own.
"Yes," he agreed, cocking his head, "she does."
Beren grumbled in mock irritation as Dior sneezed, breaking his elegant pose. The robes draped about him to look so effortless just a moment ago slipped and became sloppy, and he almost dropped the delicate vase of blown glass so precariously balanced on an arm.
Nimloth snickered at him from where her hair was being carefully undone from the ornate braids it had sat in for her portrait, and Dior grinned.
Beren chuckled at his son, thoughtfully re-positioning him before going back to add the finishing touches to his painting, laying it beside the others to dry.
They had all done portraits of each other that day, and even without the signatures, the artist of each was clear.
Luthien painted in the colors of the sea at night, smooth, powerful strokes from a round-tipped brush.
Beren's paintings centered on sunlight, firelight. Bright, dusty hues. His strokes were thick and tangible and imperfect and real.
Dior's paintings were laughing. They were broad smiles and crinkled, sparkling eyes.
Nimloth mixed too much water with her paint. Her's were reflections in a puddle, murky dreams barely there, colors bleeding into one another.
Elured's had character, Elurin's were solemn. Both of their subjects sat in the snow. Neither of them knew why.
Little Elwing's was smudges and messy shapes and a blue hand print.
She gurgled happily, reaching out for her mother, who took her lovingly in her arms.
"You are both birds," Elurin murmured, petting the baby's hair, soft and wispy as her mother's, "but Elwing's feathers are darker. Perhaps one day they will be white, like yours. White and shining."
For Marvel-Tolkien Fangirl. :D I hope you enjoyed!
So ok guys, I have no excuses. I know, I've been off ffn for, like, two months. I'm really sorry. No, I didn't become deathly ill, or have a family crisis, or lose my job, or have a baby, or move, or die. No excuses. I fell off the fanfiction bandwagon, but today, I'm yanking myself back on. Expect more stories today. I did write a novel and was pretty busy and had other writing stuff going on, but still, not a valid excuse. Again, I'm sorry, and I hope nobody was worried that something happened to me. DX
Happy Holidays, everyone! I hope you all have a great holiday season, and a happy New Year!
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