"Art and War" by Independence1776
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Finwë never travels to Valinor, instead remaining in Cuiviénen with most of the Noldor. He marries both Míriel and Indis. Some years after the birth of their last child, Finwë is taken by the Dark Rider.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Alternate universe
Rating: Teens
Warnings: Mature themes
Characters: Nerdanel, Fëanor
Pairings: Nerdanel/Fëanor, implied Finwë/Míriel/Indis
Creators' Notes (optional): This is not the story I meant to write when I left the prompt, but it works much better than my original version.
Summary: Nerdanel will not fight.
Art and War
Fëanor stared at her. Nerdanel sighed and turned to look at the running water of the creek. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the water, the bird song, the rustling leaves, and the noises of other animals in the woods. She finally said, “I cannot go with you. All of our sons are. Fingolfin and Lalwen are, as are most of our nephews and some of our nieces. You do not need an artist at your side when you are leading a war, Fëanor.”
He lifted up one of her hands and kissed it. “Do they really need you here?”
Nerdanel sighed. “People need art in times of trouble even more than they do in times of peace. And your mothers and siblings need assistants, if you want a place to return home to when you are victorious. Someone needs to farm and gather and weave and smith. We can't all fight.” She met his eyes. “Go avenge your father, Fëanor. We will ensure you have something else to fight for.” She leaned over and kissed him.
He shifted slightly and raised his hands to the string lacing the bodice of her dress up. “I already do."
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Alternate universe
Rating: Teens
Warnings: Mature themes
Characters: Nerdanel, Fëanor
Pairings: Nerdanel/Fëanor, implied Finwë/Míriel/Indis
Creators' Notes (optional): This is not the story I meant to write when I left the prompt, but it works much better than my original version.
Summary: Nerdanel will not fight.
Fëanor stared at her. Nerdanel sighed and turned to look at the running water of the creek. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the water, the bird song, the rustling leaves, and the noises of other animals in the woods. She finally said, “I cannot go with you. All of our sons are. Fingolfin and Lalwen are, as are most of our nephews and some of our nieces. You do not need an artist at your side when you are leading a war, Fëanor.”
He lifted up one of her hands and kissed it. “Do they really need you here?”
Nerdanel sighed. “People need art in times of trouble even more than they do in times of peace. And your mothers and siblings need assistants, if you want a place to return home to when you are victorious. Someone needs to farm and gather and weave and smith. We can't all fight.” She met his eyes. “Go avenge your father, Fëanor. We will ensure you have something else to fight for.” She leaned over and kissed him.
He shifted slightly and raised his hands to the string lacing the bodice of her dress up. “I already do."
