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b2memB2MeM Challenge: 2009 - Write a story, poem or create an artwork where the characters face a great danger
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where characters reflect on their reaction to a great danger.
2008 – March 3. Beginnings: birth
2007 – Like A Bathing Boromir
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: possible butchering of thee/thou/ye olde English, as Emma likes to call it..
Characters: Boromir of the House of Beor, Andreth, Aegnor, Beril, Bregor
Pairings: Aegnor/Andreth
Creators' Notes (optional): What could the love of Andreth and Aegnor, unfulfilled though it was, have felt like to the rest of her family?
Summary: Andreth, called Saelind by the Elves, had her heart broken by Aegnor...
“Aegnor,” Andreth sank to her knees beside the fallen pine upon which her love sat, stretching her hands out to him. “Beloved, I beg of thee, listen, I need thee. Thou knowest how we desire each other, and this love is true. Why should we not wed?”
Aegnor bowed his golden head, the flame of passion burning brightly in his eyes and – elsewhere in his body, though he willed Andreth not to see how much he hated to pain her. O Nerwen, my sister, other half of my fea, how I wish thou wert with me! He missed his twin dreadfully, though his brother Angrod perhaps understood him better than she. Still, a woman’s touch was required in such a delicate situation…and he knew what Nerwen would think of that. Delicate she was not. He gave himself a mental shake and refocused.
“Saelind,” he said softly. “I love thee, I would die for thee, but I cannot wed thee while the shadow of war looms over us. My kind do not bring forth children in such times. Do not ask of me what I cannot give.” He rose fluidly and hastily turned away.
“Cannot, or will not?” she cried. “Aegnor!” But he leaped lightly over the fallen tree and she knew, as he sped off, that she would never catch him. She turned and fled toward the swimming hole, where she could calm herself before returning to her father’s house.
Andreth ran so swiftly, so heedlessly, that she tripped over her brother Bregor, sending them both to the ground.
“Sister!” he cried, getting up. “Andreth, what troubles thee? Is it the Elf?”
“The Elf, as you say, is our lord, Brother,” Andreth replied bitterly, “here to order our comings and goings as he will. Father may be accounted Lord of Ladros, but what is that to the mighty Hir Aegnor, prince of the Lechenn?”
Bregor scowled. “He hurt thee, then. Rejected thy suit. More fool he. Aegnor the Mighty indeed – Aegnor the Elfling I would say.” He snarled an oath not at all suitable for his sister’s ears and spat on the ground. “I would take thee home at once. Father does not fare well.”
Learning that his eldest daughter had been relentlessly pursuing their Elven lord would not have sat well with Father, Andreth supposed. She sighed. “He hath taken another fit, then?”
Bregor nodded grimly. It had been, perhaps, two years since Lord Boromir had begun having these fits; it began as some device of the Enemy, he doubted it not. A fever which had near enough taken their father from them – he had recovered, but ever after been subject to infrequent spells where his body jerked and twitched like a man possessed of a curse. They tended to come upon him more often of late, ever since Andreth and Aegnor had caught each other’s eyes.
“Mother and Beril are bathing him,” he said finally – a remark which made Andreth rather glad she had not gone to the swimming hole. “Come, let us go home.”
Brother and sister went home hand in hand, but when they reached their home in the village, Beril met them at the door. “Mother is helping Father to bed,” she said quietly. “If he does not improve…he may make thee the next Lord soon, brother.”
Andreth paled, looking at Bregor, then back to their younger sister. “Dost thou think Father will…die?”
“Eventually,” Beril muttered, “we all will.” She raised her eyes to Andreth’s. “Please stop chasing after Lord Aegnor,” she implored her sister. “He will not cleave to thee. We all know this.”
“He wants to,” Andreth replied. “But for Father’s sake…and thine, brother,” she added, giving Bregor’s cheek a dutiful kiss, “I will stop.”
She would never give birth to Aegnor’s children – but it was better than burying her father just yet.
or
where characters reflect on their reaction to a great danger.
2008 – March 3. Beginnings: birth
2007 – Like A Bathing Boromir
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: possible butchering of thee/thou/ye olde English, as Emma likes to call it..
Characters: Boromir of the House of Beor, Andreth, Aegnor, Beril, Bregor
Pairings: Aegnor/Andreth
Creators' Notes (optional): What could the love of Andreth and Aegnor, unfulfilled though it was, have felt like to the rest of her family?
Summary: Andreth, called Saelind by the Elves, had her heart broken by Aegnor...
“Aegnor,” Andreth sank to her knees beside the fallen pine upon which her love sat, stretching her hands out to him. “Beloved, I beg of thee, listen, I need thee. Thou knowest how we desire each other, and this love is true. Why should we not wed?”
Aegnor bowed his golden head, the flame of passion burning brightly in his eyes and – elsewhere in his body, though he willed Andreth not to see how much he hated to pain her. O Nerwen, my sister, other half of my fea, how I wish thou wert with me! He missed his twin dreadfully, though his brother Angrod perhaps understood him better than she. Still, a woman’s touch was required in such a delicate situation…and he knew what Nerwen would think of that. Delicate she was not. He gave himself a mental shake and refocused.
“Saelind,” he said softly. “I love thee, I would die for thee, but I cannot wed thee while the shadow of war looms over us. My kind do not bring forth children in such times. Do not ask of me what I cannot give.” He rose fluidly and hastily turned away.
“Cannot, or will not?” she cried. “Aegnor!” But he leaped lightly over the fallen tree and she knew, as he sped off, that she would never catch him. She turned and fled toward the swimming hole, where she could calm herself before returning to her father’s house.
Andreth ran so swiftly, so heedlessly, that she tripped over her brother Bregor, sending them both to the ground.
“Sister!” he cried, getting up. “Andreth, what troubles thee? Is it the Elf?”
“The Elf, as you say, is our lord, Brother,” Andreth replied bitterly, “here to order our comings and goings as he will. Father may be accounted Lord of Ladros, but what is that to the mighty Hir Aegnor, prince of the Lechenn?”
Bregor scowled. “He hurt thee, then. Rejected thy suit. More fool he. Aegnor the Mighty indeed – Aegnor the Elfling I would say.” He snarled an oath not at all suitable for his sister’s ears and spat on the ground. “I would take thee home at once. Father does not fare well.”
Learning that his eldest daughter had been relentlessly pursuing their Elven lord would not have sat well with Father, Andreth supposed. She sighed. “He hath taken another fit, then?”
Bregor nodded grimly. It had been, perhaps, two years since Lord Boromir had begun having these fits; it began as some device of the Enemy, he doubted it not. A fever which had near enough taken their father from them – he had recovered, but ever after been subject to infrequent spells where his body jerked and twitched like a man possessed of a curse. They tended to come upon him more often of late, ever since Andreth and Aegnor had caught each other’s eyes.
“Mother and Beril are bathing him,” he said finally – a remark which made Andreth rather glad she had not gone to the swimming hole. “Come, let us go home.”
Brother and sister went home hand in hand, but when they reached their home in the village, Beril met them at the door. “Mother is helping Father to bed,” she said quietly. “If he does not improve…he may make thee the next Lord soon, brother.”
Andreth paled, looking at Bregor, then back to their younger sister. “Dost thou think Father will…die?”
“Eventually,” Beril muttered, “we all will.” She raised her eyes to Andreth’s. “Please stop chasing after Lord Aegnor,” she implored her sister. “He will not cleave to thee. We all know this.”
“He wants to,” Andreth replied. “But for Father’s sake…and thine, brother,” she added, giving Bregor’s cheek a dutiful kiss, “I will stop.”
She would never give birth to Aegnor’s children – but it was better than burying her father just yet.
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Date: 2016-03-04 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-04 04:31 pm (UTC)And then in the end Boromir didn't even show up on page and it became more about his children and Aegnor... xD Silly Muse I have. *shakes head*
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Date: 2016-03-04 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-04 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-04 03:12 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2016-03-04 04:32 pm (UTC)Kaylee
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Date: 2016-03-16 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-16 03:44 pm (UTC)Boromir of Ladros having seizures isn't canon, of course, but I do have them, and I know some seizures could very well be life threatening! Prince John of the United Kingdom died before his fourteenth birthday from an onslaught of seizures because there was no reliable treatment in the early 20th century to keep them in check - how much more likely would it have been, then, in Middle-earth? *shudder*
Kaylee Arafinwiel
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Date: 2016-03-16 11:08 pm (UTC)Oh, and about Nerwen and Aegnor, I forgot to ask - is them being twins a part of canon I missed, or is that a decision you made for this fic?
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Date: 2016-03-16 11:18 pm (UTC)You know, I think you're the first one to comment on that :D No, it's not canon, but I didn't decide it just for this story either. It's part of mine and Emma's (my usual co-author's) headcanon for the two of them. He absolutely refuses to call her Galadriel even in his head, as you can see. xD I'm not sure what she thinks of that, yet...
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Date: 2016-03-16 11:50 pm (UTC)Just to make that clear though, I wasn't complaining, just curious! Considering Tolkien wrote a lot of stuff that's partly contradictory, I was just wondering if that was something he mentioned somewhere I hadn't yet heard about :) Headcanons are great!
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Date: 2016-03-17 12:04 am (UTC)I was pretty sure it wasn't a complaint. :) Thanks for clarifying though because it's not always easy to tell. :D
Headcanons ARE great! ^_^
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Date: 2016-03-25 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-10-16 04:05 am (UTC)I like your idea of Aegnor and Galadriel being twins, it just seems right somehow.
And dear Andreth, so many burdens at such a young age. Is it any wonder she became bitter towards Aegnor. It's really hard to turn off love, and didn't she have this belief that he spurned her because he couldn't bare to see her age, or something to that effect?
Sorry, I'm still reading the Silm.
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Date: 2020-04-17 05:08 pm (UTC)it does seem right for them to be twins, I think. Sorry it took me so long to get to your review, I didn't get the notification for some reason and luckily stumbled on it!!
yes I think that was Aegnor's reason. :( poor both of them.
I hope you're enjoying the reading!
Kaylee