Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, blood, mentions of torture, character death
Chapter: 56
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It had been centuries since he had been in his teenage-room in the palace of Alqualondë.
It had been... never since Fëanáro had been in there, he was pretty certain.
"Brother." Arafinwë looked from the open window, showing Arien setting over to the form at the door.
"Ara..." The first son of Finwë uncharacteristically fidgeted in place.
"Thou camest into my dreams." It was the only explanation that made sense, considering he was pretty certain this part of the palace had been burned down during the Kinslaying, not that he'd come close enough to confirm afterwards.
His elder swallowed at the level of formality usually reserved to between High King and commoners, or Valar towards the Children in official settings... "I did." He inclined his head, briefly looking at the ground rather than his kin as he sought the words. "Thou... thou saved my... the Silmarills."
"I did." The golden son of their father evenly echoed him. "I hope not to thy displeasure?" The words were sharp, and dangerous.
"Never." Here the other looked up again, eyes briefly blazing with the memory of old fire. "I just... do not understand. Why wouldst thou risk all thou didst for... my sons? For me...? I killed thy kin." He gestured out the window, over the roofs towards the sparkling harbor of the Teleri in Valinor.
He rose from his seat, crossing the room to his eldest sibling. "Even if I hated thee enough to see thee condemned, I would not be about to lose the rest of my kin to thee. For I did lose my Telerin kin to thee and thine that day, but why should that make it more likely I'd want to lose my Noldorin kin to thy oath? For I am starting to wonder if I truly was not the only one who listened to the Doom. 'And upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also', Fëanáro. Ñolofinwë, Lalwendë and our children... They too were Doomed, unless someone broke said Doom before it killed them all, slain by weapon and by torment and by grief."
"Which thou dec ided to do..." The eldest once-High Prince murmured, hesitantly reaching for his sibling. "How didst thou even manage it? I have wondered since Námo and Vairë told me and father of it... How didst thou convince Sauron to aid thee, before even setting foot in Beleriand?"
"Thou art not the only wordsmith in the family." Which was a funny statement, considered his words had failed once upon a time against his oldest brother. "I had years to learn the craft." He sighed, accepting the hand. "I was reaching along the parent-bond for my children, about fifty years ago... to know aught of their fates. I could not cross the distance, or perhaps, they could not receive me over the distance. He did."
"And thou just... communicated with him!?" Some of the old anger blazed, at the memory of what the then-Lieutenant of Angband had done to Nelyafinwë, treasured heir to Fëanáro. "Trusted him!?"
"He tried to seduce me, if thou wouldst believe it... trying to sway me with news of our kin, a poisonous mix of fake and real. He knew that Ulmo had left the way through the Hiding of Valinor open for the greatest mariner to beg aid and intersession from the Valar, and so sought to prevent at least the Noldor for seeing cause in heading East once that time came." The grin was far more toothy than it coming from an elf warranted. "But I too listened to when the Valar told us of the Ainulindalë... and the fact that Melkor was ever fated to lose, by the will of Eru." He chuckled. "Combine that knowledge with the repeated proof of Nimgoth's fallibility; the Battle of the Powers, his insults by thee, Ungoliant... Suddenly I looked like a good deal to him instead of the other way around."
"Still, thou took a grave risk... Several of them."
"I learned from thee for that. I had him swear to me, once he'd have taken me, that he would not use me against the Children of Eru in any way." The youngest, gentlest and weakest son of Finwë lowly informed his kinsman. "At that point, all that was left was hope that no one would notice our deception with the gems, either by noticing the fakes or the gems inside me." He patted his hip, painless in his dream. "Or that I would break in truth, I suppose."