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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?”

Naoki Nakamura

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My mother has a mother whom is my Very own Grandmother (Dorine or Mrs. Bly) official name Adoracion Cruz Bly a Chinese woman who was born in the Philippines 🇵🇭 raised her children in San Francisco California. She had worked her way up from scratch of becoming a millionaire. Little did she know her own son, her eldest, Voltaire, would connive and steal all her money, he took her bonds and hid it, we have no idea where or how and how his bank friends helped him, my grandmother worked very hard for, to split between her family and children and grand children! He was able to pull money from her money every month and it only goes to his ex wife and their children, they are only able to touch the interest after faking my grandmother’s account. He can’t touch the original. Some how IRS has found my grand mother’s money in my Uncle Vertito’s name recently! Vertito is not to be trusted either! All of my grand mother’s children are very greedy, all except one, my mom. Now my grand mother had only one child she entrusted everything to, MY OWN MOTHER, my grandmother’s second oldest whom is also the most giving and loving mother 🫶🏻 no matter how bad all her family has treated her, my mother would still give to her family.. My grandmother gave my mom and her other daughter’s Diana and Lily some money to try and fight for her money back which was stolen from her by her own son. My grand mother dying in her death bed got tricked by her own son, crying to my mom asking to get that money back! We have no man power or money power, no fancy lawyer friends to help get our grand mother’s estate, bonds, etc. which ever you want to call it back! We will need a miracle, and to the banks laughing at us for not having our money, have heart! Some one have a heart.. I’m sure my grand mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew how badly her kids treated my mother! Putting myself and my baby brother along with my mother out on to the streets! To be alone and have nothing, they will never know what it’s like jumping from homeless shelter to the next like I did! Sleeping in the cars my dad had to break into. None of my cousins ever had to deal with these things, I am the only one out of our family who’s had such a hard life! And I’m fighting every day to make sure my kids do not ever end up like how I did! I am working on getting my mother her own journal to write her story down and maybe some one will take a liking to it! Maybe some day we can make a movie out of her story! Maybe then we can finally get some help..

Thank you to whoever took the time to read up on this little tale and cry for help.

Here is a picture of my grandmother and her baby (my mother). She passed away 1997, sadly, knowing how she felt I look at her pictures very differently, she was a very prominent figure in the lives she met and once knew.