Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, blood, mentions of torture, character death
Chapter: 57
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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She watched her father board her grandfather's great flagship, this time secure she would see him before it all went to Angband in a handbasket - and not just because Angband was gone. There'd be trade now, between the Noldor under Fingolfin in Beleriand and the Noldor under Finarfin in Valinor, and to a lesser extend the Teleri and Sindar.
Both the Valinorian kings of the Teleri and Noldor were wearing Silmarils, offerings of weregild by her Fëanorian cousins for the lives the gems had cost. Beside her, her uncle wore the third one, waving wildly at their kin on the ship. Several that had remained in Valinor for the Exile had chosen to stay in Beleriand, while some that had gone into Exile were now returning, either permanently or just to visit.
Eönwë was sitting on the top of the mast, looking into the distance. While the rulership of the elven- (and dwarf-) had learned that the entire series of events had been planned from the beginning, no one else did, so for all intends and purposes, he was just escorting an abducted elvish ruler back to his throne.
Eärwen was tucked under Finarfin's arm, holding hands with her father.
"Bye!" Altariel started waving as the proud ship slowly started maneuvering out from the docks of Brithombar. Her parents mirrored her movements, standing together at the stern of the white wooden vessel.
"Remember to send the invitation!" Was the first thing her father called back. In the confusion after they had learned that he'd planned the entire mess, he had finally managed to get Celeborn alone, so the courtship could progress into marriage now.
"Daaaaad!" She dropped her hand in exasperation, fighting the smile at her parents' laughter.
"If she won't, I will!" Fingolfin promised, not-waving hand entwined with Anairë's.
"Ugh..." Her uncle had been enjoying the fact that she had a father who could have opinions about her courtship way too much. Behind her, she heard Celeborn snort, which was highly unfair. He didn't have to deal with suddenly parents being around to have opinions.
"Goodbye!" Her mother was laughing brightly, which was evil, because she had been worse in the short time she'd been in Beleriand.
"We can try to elope?" Celeborn offered her his hand, which she took because she deserved nice things.
"I feel Dad'll get Sau... Mairon to hunt us down if we try." The Maia had left for Valinor a few weeks ago, and that was the last any of them knew. Considering he'd helped overthrow Nimgoth way ahead of any assumed schedule, he'd probably not be cast beyond the Doors of Night. There had been speculation he'd simply be kept in servitude to the House of Finwë for a given period of time, but no one knew anything for certain.
"He'd have enough wolves for that." Finrod was the only of her siblings who'd stay in Beleriand, both Angrod and Aegnor returning to Valinor. "There was another throw a few days before we came here, I heard."
Both Thuringwethil and the wolves were remaining in Beleriand under strict orders to obey Melian, at least until they'd hear about the Valar's judgement on their master. Well, not all of them... A light-brown teenage wolf was sitting happily on the boat, wide eyes looking around. Beside her, Draugluin looked distinctly done, which was a mood and a half.
She sighed, but kept waving as the wind coming from the East made the ships pick up speed. Then had to splutter when it caused her hair to end up in her face.
"Today is just one of your days, isn't it, cousin?" Celegorm snorted in amusement, his own hair contained in hunter's braids.
She was very tempted to start another fight in a harbor right now. It'd be easy, just a small push and he'd be in the water. She could probably play it off as an accident.