Finaran Isilmëohtar

“Awoooo-ooooooOOOoo.” Howls along with him, not sounding entirely convincing as a wolf but making up for it in volume in an attempt to encourage her brother.

“Awoo-ooo I know you can doo-wooo it!” She sang out mussing his fluffy neck fur.

Was only just starting to doze when he heard the little snifling outside his door and goes to see what it is?  Gil wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find but his little nephew wasn’t on the list.  Scoops the boy up rubbing his back and shushing him then brings him inside where it’s warmer, not wishing to leave the elfling in the drafty hall.  Sits down on the bed still holding Aran, but now in his lap and patting his back.

“Shh, what is it little one?  What is wrong?”

Is going about his business caring for his weapons, but feels slightly edgy, the skin on the back of his neck prickling. As he quietly continues he is aware that someone is watching but it takes time to pinpoint where from…

“Aran, I would really rather you not lurk like that. It makes me nervous. And it’s not good to sneak up on someone sharpening a spear.”

Ahhh no. “Hey it’s okay Aran, don’t be sad it is okay. Amme did not like living under siege there, your grandfather allowed her no more freedom than he would an elfling. She is happy here with you!” He said, lifting the little drooping chin gently, then pulled the quiet child into a hug.

“And I’m happy to have you here as well!” Gil said with great feeling! He would never have elflings of his own after all, but he found he was very fond of them and glad to see them grow, play, and learn. They were all strange creatures to him… but wonderful.

Is going about his business caring for his weapons, but feels slightly edgy, the skin on the back of his neck prickling. As he quietly continues he is aware that someone is watching but it takes time to pinpoint where from…

“Aran, I would really rather you not lurk like that. It makes me nervous. And it’s not good to sneak up on someone sharpening a spear.”

He froze… then carefully wrapped his spear up and set it aside inviting his little nephew to come closer to talk. He treated the matter very seriously, for it must have been serious to the child if he had taken the effort to break his silence to someone other than Finduilas.

“You have an Atya, he is far away and he is a King of sorts.” He explained. “But Nargothrond is a difficult city to be a child, you cannot go outside and play whenever you want like you can here. The lands are full of wolves, and it is dangerous. So everyone stays inside. Your Amme didn’t want that for you.” That was of course only part of the problem. Only half the reason they left.

But he figured the young boy would understand it more easily, and it kept the blame off of he and his siblings. It really was not their fault, but if he got into the politics and Orodreths hostility it would surely be taken that way.

“But Your father had to stay because he has a duty to the people there. ” He finished. “I’m sure you will meet him again, some day.”

He looked down, seemingly saddened by the answer. If they were not born then Amme would still be with their Atya, and they would not be apart. He heard many of the adults talk about how hard it is for an elf to part from their love. But they were here and Atya was there and he couldn’t remember having any other male figure but his uncle... who didn’t seem fond of him.

Is going about his business caring for his weapons, but feels slightly edgy, the skin on the back of his neck prickling. As he quietly continues he is aware that someone is watching but it takes time to pinpoint where from…

“Aran, I would really rather you not lurk like that. It makes me nervous. And it’s not good to sneak up on someone sharpening a spear.”

Is going about his business caring for his weapons, but feels slightly edgy, the skin on the back of his neck prickling. As he quietly continues he is aware that someone is watching but it takes time to pinpoint where from…

“Aran, I would really rather you not lurk like that. It makes me nervous. And it’s not good to sneak up on someone sharpening a spear.”

Ornith accepted his hand and followed along after him, getting one last thing in though.  “Granny said it was okay though, that she could tell I was magic just like both of you. So that was nice. Plus she’ll come visit again.” Then she fell silent and thoughtful as she was lead along waiting for her brother to show her whatever it was.  He always found the most interesting things.

Aran did not say things very often, so Ornith didn’t just dismiss his word offhand as much as she wanted to.  Instead tilting her head a little to the side thinking about it.  Was it dangerous?  Well her body had thought it was dangerous… and she had been shaky and jittery after.  If she was honest she had been frightened but…

“I don’t think it was really dangerous… Grandma promised I would be okay, and it was.  But I think it was meant to seem dangerous. To trick the magic out.” She explained. “It felt like I landed on a puff of very firm air, and then I floated back up. But I know it wasn’t me doing it, so that means it was her.”

Ornith was fairly satisfied with his response.  Sure it might not be dramatic but at least she hadn’t lost his interest. “But it didn’t work! And she had to catch me… right before I hit the horrible razor sharp rocks of death!” She added dramatically.  “I was only a little surprised though so I guess that’s why it didn’t work.”

“We went to this mountain, Svartalfheimr.” She said impressively, pronouncing every syllable very deliberately after having had to look it up she wanted to get the name right. “She said sometimes you can scare magic out of someone… and you know I hate waiting… so she threw me off the mountain!” 

Ornith paused looking at her brother significantly to see his reaction.