Bright Lights Cast Long Shadows

War? she thought dimly. There are thirteen of them!

She turned back to her father and yanked at his sleeve. “Adar,” she said, “do not, please, if only for me.”

“It is beyond my control now, Morwinyon,” her father replied with no remorse whatsoever, still watching the mountain. “Thorin must answer for his word – and his wrongs.”

“Naneth would not have wanted this,” she pleaded.

Thranduil turned in his saddle. He was not angry, as she would have expected. When he leaned down to cup her cheek she knew he looked at her, but he looked past her too: her father would never stop looking for her mother in either of his children.

“It is my greatest sorrow that you know your mother that poorly,” he said.

I'm not sure if people will like how I envision Elwing and plan to write her in bright lights, because like.

Okay. Elwing whose entire city and nation was fucked over by the feanori. Elwing whose parents were murdered. Elwing whose little brothers were dropped off in the woods never to be seen again. Elwing who manages to get out of dodge and against all odds have a life and a home and a family and two little boys.

And here come the fucking feanori again.

So of course she yeets herself off a cliff with the silmaril. She's not thinking about her kids or her people or her husband. She's just thinking fuck you.

...basically I just write Elwing as deeply eternally angry, but what I'm not sure other people will agree with is that she can still hold a silmaril while acting entirely from a place of fuck you very much override. Being angry isn't evil. Telling people who like to rock up and murder you and your family habitually over a shiny rock to go fuck themselves isn't evil. Elwing gets to hold her fucking silmaril and tell the feanori to go fuck themselves and not get burned because I say so, dammit.

Chapters: 28/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fíli/OC, Kíli/Tauriel, Thranduil/Thranduil’s Wife, (mentioned) - Relationship Characters: Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien), OCs, Various Rangers, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Elrohir (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Elladan (Tolkien), Arwen Undómiel, Haldir of Lothlórien, Galadriel | Artanis, Celeborn (Tolkien) Additional Tags: You can bury my body but I’ll never die, and most of these characters won’t either, self-indulgent fanfic is a beautiful thing, do not copy to another site, Do not post to another site, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Thranduil’s got it babes, Mentions and/or discussion of torture, mentions and/or discussion of starvation as torture Series: Part 2 of Bright Lights Cast Long Shadows Summary:

‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.’

Of course, it helps when you know where yours is.

Chapters: 28/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fíli/OC, Kíli/Tauriel, Thranduil/Thranduil’s Wife, (mentioned) - Relationship Characters: Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien), OCs, Various Rangers, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Elrohir (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Elladan (Tolkien), Arwen Undómiel, Haldir of Lothlórien, Galadriel | Artanis, Celeborn (Tolkien) Additional Tags: You can bury my body but I’ll never die, and most of these characters won’t either, self-indulgent fanfic is a beautiful thing, do not copy to another site, Do not post to another site, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Thranduil’s got it babes, Mentions and/or discussion of torture, mentions and/or discussion of starvation as torture Series: Part 2 of Bright Lights Cast Long Shadows Summary:

‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.’

Of course, it helps when you know where yours is.

now on the podcast Backlog Books (link in pinned post)

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin

Oh thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it!

So the theory is that elf moms get a sort of glimpse into their children's future and that's why mother names are Important. Presumably this is affected in some way by their own hopes and/or fears for their children, but that's my own spin. Laeriel's mother, however, faded out and 'died' pretty soon after her daughter's birth and therefore couldn't give her one, which means Erien, extremely proud feanori lady, formerly queen of Thargelion, did I mention feanori, refuses to speak sindarin without an accent despite, as you see, being completely capable of it, and teaching Laeriel Correct Quenya (read: Very Oldskool Extremely Feanori No Serinde Here Quenya) on the sly despite it being illegal, did I mention feanori, is the one to give Laeriel her mother name (and to override, in some sense, Laeriel's father name). Erien doesn't get the same flash of foresight here that she did in naming her own daughter, but she has Opinions about the way things are going, especially during the period in which Laeriel is born and the time after. To Erien, Laeriel IS the time the leaves are falling in autumn: the Noldorin tree, as it were, is losing branches and leaves by the handful. It's more an indication of how Erien thinks things ARE than how she thinks Laeriel's future may go, or maybe more of a reminder to Laeriel herself that in Erien's eyes it is Laeriel's future and/or responsibility to stop what Erien sees as a wrong.

And of course it turns out to be pretty prophetic anyway because this is tolkien fanfic: Laeriel lives through the fading of the elves and assists the fading Erien is specifically worried about by killing more than one of her great-uncles (uh. Spoilers?) amongst other things.

Also, not to toot my own horn TOO MUCH, but you'll note in the hobbit movies that I have to keep in in order for Tauriel to exist that Mirkwood is kept in a perpetual state of autumn? It didn't used to be like that, but guess who is eternally mourning the presumed death of his wife named autumn.

Cirdan sighed. “She could be like her mother,” he mused. “Laindes was no threat to anyone, or Nimloth would not have let her in. Dior said she brightened a room by being in it. You could do with some brightening.” “Better not to assume anything about her,” Gil-Galad said, trying not to think about how the infant Lairë had reached not for her mother but for the stern woman. “She had a sword.”