Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, blood, mentions of torture, character death
Chapter: 52
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The ships on the horizon certainly brought to mind the beautiful swan-ships, except they were far larger, meant to ferry large numbers rather than aesthetics.
"A larger fleet, isn't it?" He murmured from his mouth-corner. Lalwen was standing beside her older brother to await them, tasting the salt on the wind. That, she could agree with. both in physical size as well as number. There was the very real worry whether they'd all fit in the vicinity. Many would probably have to remain out in beyond the shallows.
She hummed in agreement, narrowing her eyes. Of course they were arriving when the Sun was setting in the West, so she barely saw anything beyond the shapes.
"Dad!" A voice carried on the wind that was almost flinging the large ships across the ocean. "Dad!"
"That..." Fingolfin ran forward to the end of the dock they had been standing on. "Arakáno!"
"Oh..." She followed, trying to see. Thankfully, the leading ship's sails blocked the Sun, allowing her to see the wildly waving form of her second-youngest nibling. "Valar, Arakáno!"
Fingolfin's youngest turned around, calling something into the ship. They couldn't hear that, but they saw the result as more elves streamed to the bow.
"Mom!" She screamed, noting the golden hair of their mother, beside the silver, red and black heads of her law-sisters. Had everyone come!?
"Lalwendë, Ñolofinwë!" Indis answered them, leaning on the railing. They had already been nervous and impatient, but now it was even worse!
When the ship was near enough, Arakáno flung himself over the railing into his father's arms, laughing wildly. "Dad!"
"Arakáno..." Her brother clutched him close, crushing his youngest son against his chest. "Oh... oh my son..."
She decided to leave them to it, instead rushing up the gangplank into their mother's arms. "Mom!"
"Darling." Their golden hair mixed as they clung to one another. "Oh darling..." Still, the second Queen of the Noldor pulled back after a bit. "Your brother...?"
"Arafinwë's fine and safe." She beamed, looking to where she spotted Eärwen. "But he can't travel long distances on horse yet, so he's staying in the North."
"I see." Her silver law-sister stood beside her father, dressed in light armor. Finrod was on her other side, arms linked. "Is it far?"
"Depends on how fast you ride."
"You got any spare horses?"
"You can take mine." Fingolfin joined them on deck, as his son was being squished to death by Aredhel on the docks. "I'll be staying here for the foreseeable time to help with... well, all that." He gestured to the fleet, which was starting a dance of docking to unload and then sailing out with a skeleton-crew so the next ship could come to harbor.
"I'll show her the way." Lalwen offered, detaching herself from her mother. "Are you coming too?"
"I can wait my turn if he's truly well." The older golden-haired female smiled weakly. "Considering poor Arakáno is being murdered by his siblings, someone needs to be here as the nominal person in charge of the Valinorian Noldor... Not to mention..." She pursed her lip at her older son, and his wife who seemed to be waiting her turn to pounce.
"Fair enough, let's go." She had better things to do than be witness to that ordeal. "Or do you need some rest?"
"I can go a while." Finarfin's wife stated evenly, though the small smile made it clear she had a similar thought-process. "Lead the way."
"Can do." She'd have to find some guards for an escort, because she felt that both her brothers would chew her head off if she ran around wildly like their daughters. It was honestly unfair, but oh well... "Oh, it will be fun to have someone to gossip with again!"
"Of course that is the most important bit for you." Finally Olfu's daughter laughed outright, hooking their arms together. "Nevermind all the other things, gossip is what is the most pertinent thing of this fleet!"