#fourth age

by AliKat7 (@alikat7)

Galadriel sails home, unsure what to expect.

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Summary:

On what is supposed to be Elrond´s last day as a visitor, Annatar steals his boot and takes it as a hostage. TW: Animal abuse (Celebrimbor steps on Sauron´s little innocent paw), self-isolation, enchanment meant to convince

Words: 1137

“Don´t tell Findaráto about it.” “I won´t,” Celebrimbor sighed, how stupid did his Atto think him to be. “Don´t take it with you for the burning.” “I won´t,” Celebrimbor said tiredly. “He wants you to hold Aelairë with us,” Curufinwë said as if it pained him. “Here!?” Celebrimbor asked, terrified.

Aelairë is meant to be something between the Summer Solstice and Saint Hans, so the best of each!

Chapter 20: Of crablor and confesions about a menacing Peredhel

By Ethele_Feanarion(@anahrive) Rated M Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings TW: torture (mentioned), PTSD symptoms Part 10: Drawn from Telperion's light

“Anyway, Elrond’s pet was, well not a pet for eleninya, had our cousin thinking if she should seat our son down for a real talk.”

“For a pet?”

“As I said, Elrond did not call it a pet, but… attya.”

That made him turn towards his brother with growing concern “What?!”

“Galadriel said she found out through Celebrían’s correspondence by mistake, that—”

“Mistake? Being nosy is more accurate.”

“Told her so too, but, the important thing is that in those letters Elrond described that after the Last Alliance he again went to the coast line, having heard some Edain singing the Noldolantë.”

Something he had not done in this second life, curling into his brothers side, for it hurt to hear of this, the uncountable times he had abandon Elrond in the boy’s pursuits of him; Maedhros wrap his arm around to extend comfort. “I know that, it was in the air the moment Sauron lost control, and then people start celebrating a few days after; I moved away from the paths that will guide them back to that new household, but… ah… Elrond came so close, he almost catch me.”

“He believed he did catch you.” What are you talking about? Not often he allow words between the mending bridge of humming presence their sibling bond was, but it did felt safe to be held like that, moving was not an option he wish to take about now, not even to talk. “Is what our Peredhel wrote to Celebrían, with heavy sadness that he had found his father, ‘transformed by grief, as I had seen before it can happen’.”

“That was the thing that kept our daughter-in-law for seeking advice from her mother, per her own words in the answering missive, there was no questioning that Elrond saw Elwing shift; how to argue with that as in the next letter he kept the tell, of how feisty his father was, making it difficult to keep him in the crafted crater to bring him to Imladris. But how very complete it made him to have his attya on his roof, ‘I will do what I can do bring him from this crustacean’s hröa, because within the Song is Maglor, true as that the light of Anor comes from the fiery fruit of Laurelin’.

“He believe me a crab!?”

“Explain that to me brother, because I don’t think Elrond a mindless elf to use such words for mere hopeful wishing.” It was his turn to blush, entire face turned bright red he knew, so he hide better on his brother’s ribs as a growl left him. For some minutes he fought to sorts his ideas, ranging from hurt, grief, disbelief, surprise, hilarious; so instead of words another growl was his answer. “Why did our son heard your Song inside a crab?”

“It was an accident… of sorts.”

“Uhu…so… of sorts is like Galadriel read the letters by ‘mistake’?”

“No! Mine was by accident, completely unconscious.” This was a topic he had think will never find a reason to be mentioned in Aman, but even in the position when he rose enough to see Maedhros the grey eyes where piercing him for answers.

“I am listening.”

“They sort of like me, or more like the music, they came near me when I was singing… I… caress their shells, or played catch me some times gracing their claws and pincers. I swear I didn’t knew that it got part of my voice inside their shells.”

“Wait… you embedded your voice… into crabs?” That gaze he knew, Maedhros was trying to decide if he was upset or down right marvelled by an achievement of craft.

“Longing maybe? I don’t know how but essentially yes,” moving to seat down, sustaining his brother’s eyes “it protected them, shorebird, seals and otters got scared by the sound and left them alone… so I kept doing it randomly; I don’t know exactly how it worked, but I only needed to touch them and well focus on the Song itself.”

“The effect was not permanent, lasted few weeks at first, but the more I did it some seemed to resonate with my voice for years, but it always wear off; I didn’t change them, literally it was like… the space of their shell harbored the sound for a time, that’s it.”

“You did it… for the fun of it? Curiosity?” Maedhros had yet to decide what the entire topic made him feel, it was so easy for him to notice “Increase their population?”

“At first it was just curiosity… but I was still coming to notice it when… well…” Tyelpe sneak on me, I barely got to hide, and our nephew followed the crab, he said he had heard me and follow the crab.

Being under the scrutiny of Maedhros soul was abnormal now, never after the Darkening had his brother stay so close in ósanwë, unsettling enough that the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end “Forgive me Laurë,” the presence over the bond went back to background thing with the words “you used crabs an escaping mechanism then.”

“It never occur to me that our little star could think…”

Maedhros rose to seat next to him, left distorted hand over his knee, palm up, offering; and even if it was not his first response, some time later he took the hand, letting the sudden guilt building inside dissipate “Laurefindelë told Elrond it was not you, assure him of that.”

“Elrond believed him?”

“That… I don’t know, whatever the outcome was Celebrían will know, since the last letter was before she departed to Imladris.”

“Galadriel knows, not for a Silmaril I will believe she didn’t brought it up to Elrond herself.” He snicker with Maedhros at that, both turned towards the jewel, and he did not needed ósanwë to know they both had a strange angry relief to look at it without the compulsory haul of the Oath “Wonder what was the goal of telling you half of the story.”

“Mmmmmm that will fall by its own weight, you are talking to our son about it right?”

He nodded, but instead of letting his mind start working on that conversation he looked up to notice Tilion was already going down, it was best to get busy and not over think it. “Back to getting fibers ready?”

@gondorweek Day 7

If you have read any of my Garo Estel AU, you'll know that Boromir lives and gets married and becomes a girl-dad. You will also know that Osgiliath is rebuilt, Aragorn makes Boromir and Faramir Co-Stewards, and Boromir is named the Prince of Osgiliath and Lord of Anórien. I left canon alone in the sense that Elboron is still the only (male) heir to the Stewardship, but Boromir names Finduilas as his heir to Osgiliath and Anórien.

The heirs of Gondor:

Finduilas "Fin" - daughter of Boromir and Anael (OC), future Princess of Osgiliath and Lady of Anórien

Eldarion - son of King Elessar and Queen Arwen, Crown Prince and future King of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor

Elboron - son of Faramir and Éowyn, future Steward of Gondor, future Prince of Ithilien and Lord of Emyn Arnen

by Elizabeth (@anghraine)

They did not speak of Lothíriel in Rohan.

General, No Archive Warnings

by the_moon_says_hi

Arwen's young daughter finds her at a feast and demands a bedtime story.

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