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Lindo mi i Lome

by TrekQueen

A bit of shining light comes in dark times.

Category: Lord of the Rings - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Fantasy, Romance - Characters: Other - Warnings: [!!!] - Published: 2006-05-21 - Updated: 2006-05-21 - 1739 words
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Chapter Ten: Lindo mi i Lome

It had been only a few hours of the new daylight of Anur when things grew dark once more. Vapors and strange smoke from the north drifted above blocking out the warm rays coming from Anur. Many of the Eldar grew fearful; worried that Morgoth would come upon them at any moment and slay them all. However, Fingolfin was able to keep some order with his assurances that it was merely threats by the dark lord and that they could hold off any attack from the evil killer. The new elves that had come to the Noldor remained nearby in a similar distrust of the gray skies above.

"I do not like how the lands appear," Idril said quietly as she sat close to Elrilya. "Evil things abide in the darkness like this."

The color of the flowers she had earlier collected were dulled with the lack of light and all seemed dreary and heavy with anxiety for what might or might not come. The two elleths had tried to keep themselves occupied with the new elves that had remained with them by trading hair braiding and styling from their respective cultures, learning something new from the other. But now, both groups were quiet and looking forlornly at the growing clouds that seemed to be hovering lower and lower, hugging and crawling along the surrounding hillsides.

"Everything is so quiet," Elrilya said, just above a whisper. "It is very unnatural."

"Hopefully it shall lift soon enough," Idril murmured as she pulled her knees up under her chin and held her legs against her body.

It was then several shouts were heard ringing across the valley and many stood to see what the commotion was about. Two figures, slowly treading along, were coming upon the camp. From their vantage point on the small hill, Elrilya and Idril could see who was approaching.

"It is Fingon and he's returned with the eldest son of Fëanor," Idril said in disbelief.

"Certainly you jest?" Elrilya said standing so she could see well.

She realized Idril was right as she peered at the crowd that began to swell around the two cousins. The two of them left their spot on the hill and quickly made their way closer to see what was being said. Maedhros was missing his right hand for it was bound tightly with a stained cloth but he seemed in good spirits despite his earlier straights. He smiled in relief when he was reunited with his brothers who held fast to him, hoping they would not be parted again. At last Fingolfin came to his nephew. As Fingolfin approached him, Maedhros went to his knees before his kinsman.

"Please forgive me for my trespasses against you as well as those of my kindred," he said sincerely. "I did not wish to betray you in Araman but I did not take enough action to stave it. For this I feel guilt ridden and I hope, due of Fingon's great deed, that our peoples can come together in peace and unity once more. While I despaired high upon the mountainside, I dwelled long about these matters and now since my father has passed to the Halls of Waiting, I pass my family's claim of kinship to you, lord. For I, we owe you greatly."

Many around them spoke with stunned voices at the proclamation. The brothers of Maedhros grew hard faces and Caranthir went to speak against him but a hard glare from his brother silenced him.

"Are you set in your word of this?" Fingolfin said to him as he had Maedhros rise to face him.

Maedhros nodded, "If there lay no grievance between us, lord, still the kinship would rightly come to you, the eldest here of the house of Finwë, and not the least wise."*

"Then let it be so and all have heard your spoken words," Fingolfin said as he took his nephew into an embrace.

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After the reunion of the Noldorian exiles, there was much joy and peace. No longer did hearts feel heavy with the guilt of past troubles and events but were light and looked forward to what the future had in store for the new king, princes, and lords of the travelers. Taking a semi-temporary camp in Mithrim, Fingolfin sent out several messengers to seek out the other elves of the land like those they had come across.

More progress had been made in conversing with the new elves that were then named the Sindar elves for they were met under the gray skies of Mithrim. They told Fingolfin that there was an elven-king of the Sindar elves named Thingol who dwelt in the lands of Doriath in Beleriand. From the land of Falas there were harbors and cities of elven-kind as well. However, the welcome was not nearly so kindly as the Noldor had hoped.

King Thingol had sent a rather hasty letter concerning his domain of the lands and what they were welcome to abide in. Finarfin's son Angrod, a distant kinsman of Thingol by blood of his Teleri mother, had been sent purposefully to show trust and friendship. It had worked to a degree but Thingol was a strong, stubborn king who did not wish to look weak to the new arrivals.

It was then that Fingolfin had decided to call council to discuss the matters of where the Noldor wished to take their hosts. The meetings had been going on for a number of days already. This day was the fourth and all the heads of the noble households were involved while a large majority of Noldor and Sindar sat by listening as the leaders discussed their plans.

"How much longer shall this go on?" queried the fair-haired Sindar Alphaël.

Idril and Elrilya looked up from their picnic meal that they had laid out on the green grass alongside the shore of Lake Mithrim. The two Noldorian elleth had picked up the Sindarin language quite quickly and had made several friends, including the curious Alphaël who had been one of their first companions upon their arrival in the north. Alphaël's own father had been traveling from Falas at the time when they had come upon word of the Noldor coming from across the sea. He was going to take word back to his people on the coasts once things had been settled.

"I hope not long," Idril said with a sigh. "They have been at it for a long time."

It was at that moment some shouting echoed from the outdoor meeting and Caranthir could be seen raging about amidst the circle of Eldar shouting about an issue. It was loud enough that those close that those all about the valley could hear what was said and turned their heads to see more of what was being said and done.

"I believe he is still upset over King Thingol's response," Elrilya said with a shake of her head. Inside she still felt uneasy about the sons of Fëanor for the younger ones were quick to anger and spoke whatever was on their minds.

"I think you are right," Alphaël said as she sat up from her position of lying upon her stomach.

The shouting then worsened as others responded to Caranthir. Angrod, who had returned with his king's letter, stood and stormed out of the meeting. Maedhros could be seen arguing with his younger brother over his temper. The whole valley was loud with the sounds of disagreement.

"That is not good to see," Idril grumbled as they watched Maedhros round his brothers together to discuss issues with them outside of the council.

"I must go to my family now," Alphaël said as she stood, brushing dust off her skirts. "I do not know if we will be departing soon."

"Let us know of the decision," Elrilya said as they watched their friend go. "I would like to know what has been planned for us as well."

"As do I," Idril said.

The two began to collect their left over food and other items to head back to the makeshift homes and tents that had been made for the temporary living quarters of the Noldor. It was inside their family's tent that they found Aredhel speaking with Turgon and Glorfindel. Alphaël's father, Gulsamel, was present as well. The golden-haired friend of the family had been busy with his own distant Noldorian kin who had traveled to the east as well. He had not spoken with them much since the arrival into the new lands and he was taking this time to converse more with his fellow family of the House of the Golden Flower.

"...then it is set?" Aredhel finished saying as the two elleth wandered inside to catch the end of the conversation.

"What is?" Idril piped up as they came closer.

"Our departure," Glorfindel explained. "We shall be leaving soon."

"Where to?" Elrilya asked as they looked to Turgon to elaborate more.

"Nevrast, a land not far from here," Turgon said. "Gulsamel will be leading us there with those who will follow us to our lands. He has told me of Nevrast and I believe we shall feel at home there."

"What of our kin?" Idril asked.

"Finarfin's children seek their kin in Doriath, for they are welcome there by leave of King Thingol," Turgon explained. "The others of yet I do not know."

"Come morning we should know more," Gulsamel said with a nod. "Alphaël will be glad to journey with you for a while longer."

"As will we," Elrilya said with a smile.

So it was that following morning that Fingolfin had decided to take his followers to Hithlum, Artanis and Finrod, children of Finarfin, to Doriath, and the sons of Fëanor to the lands east of their kin but north of Beleriand. Maedhros and his brothers set off within days but before leaving, he gave to Fingolfin and his cousins a large amount of the horses they had brought across the sea in the Teleri ships from the Blessed Realm to mark their continued friendship and goodwill. It was then that the Noldor set off to begin their new realms.


*Quote from The Silmarillion pg. 111

Glossary
Lindo mi i Lome: singer in the dark
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