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b2memB2MEM Challenge: B2MEM 2012 – Crack Pairings B4
Format: Triple drabble and a half
Genre: Family
Ratings: PG
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Elu Thingol, Celeborn, Finrod, Finduilas of Nargothrond, Edhellos
Pairings: Finduilas/Thingol (except not really)
Creator’s Notes: I don’t do infidelity. Also, I seem to be inspired by crack pairings today. What is wrong with me. xD As usual, set in Fiondilverse - this time, taking place after "COURAGE: Impressions" in Fiondil's Tapestry. Reading that is not necessary to understand this, however.
Summary: Finduilas has some questions for her newest ‘uncle’ about his king, and makes some decisions about her future.
“Uncle Celeborn?”
Celeborn, on his first visit to Nargothrond after his wedding, favoured his young cousin with a smile as they met in the entrance hall. “Finduilas, it is a pleasure to see thee.” He gave the elfling a hug and kiss as between close kin, though as Finrod and Galadriel’s – and his, now, he reminded himself – great-niece she was not any such thing.
“Uncle Celeborn,” Finduilas said, looking very serious as he released her. “Is it true that Aran Thingol married one of the Belain?”
Celeborn tried not to laugh. “Nay, sweetling, Melian is no Bala, but one of their servants. Yet, she is powerful in her own right. I would not dare to cross her,” he said quite seriously.
“Bereth Melian must be very beautiful,” Finduilas sighed, feeling envious. “When I grow up I will be as beautiful, and I will marry a king,” she said. “I should marry one, I am a princess.”
“That is so, thou art, and perhaps thou shalt indeed marry a king, little one,” Celeborn said, though he thought there were not all that many kings to choose from. “Who wouldst thou marry, given the choice?”
“Aran Elu,” Finduilas said promptly. “Or, well, someone like him.”
This time, Celeborn did laugh. He picked the elfling up and planted a kiss on her brow. “When thou’rt grown up, Aran Elu will help thine Uncle Finda find a prince for thee to marry. How is that?”
Finduilas gave it serious consideration. Eventually, she nodded. “If you have an elfling, Uncle Celeborn, I will marry him,” she suggested.
“If Galadriel and I have a son, we would be pleased to have thee wed,” Celeborn said fondly. Just then, he heard Edhellos calling the elfling’s name, and set Finduilas down. “Go now, child. Thy daernana wants thee.”
“I will tell Daernana I am going to marry your elfling.” With a dazzling smile and a quick hug around Celeborn’s legs, the elfling skipped away down the hall. Celeborn watched Finduilas go, and a frisson of foreboding ran through him.
Finduilas would never marry – he knew it deep inside.
Format: Triple drabble and a half
Genre: Family
Ratings: PG
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Elu Thingol, Celeborn, Finrod, Finduilas of Nargothrond, Edhellos
Pairings: Finduilas/Thingol (except not really)
Creator’s Notes: I don’t do infidelity. Also, I seem to be inspired by crack pairings today. What is wrong with me. xD As usual, set in Fiondilverse - this time, taking place after "COURAGE: Impressions" in Fiondil's Tapestry. Reading that is not necessary to understand this, however.
Summary: Finduilas has some questions for her newest ‘uncle’ about his king, and makes some decisions about her future.
“Uncle Celeborn?”
Celeborn, on his first visit to Nargothrond after his wedding, favoured his young cousin with a smile as they met in the entrance hall. “Finduilas, it is a pleasure to see thee.” He gave the elfling a hug and kiss as between close kin, though as Finrod and Galadriel’s – and his, now, he reminded himself – great-niece she was not any such thing.
“Uncle Celeborn,” Finduilas said, looking very serious as he released her. “Is it true that Aran Thingol married one of the Belain?”
Celeborn tried not to laugh. “Nay, sweetling, Melian is no Bala, but one of their servants. Yet, she is powerful in her own right. I would not dare to cross her,” he said quite seriously.
“Bereth Melian must be very beautiful,” Finduilas sighed, feeling envious. “When I grow up I will be as beautiful, and I will marry a king,” she said. “I should marry one, I am a princess.”
“That is so, thou art, and perhaps thou shalt indeed marry a king, little one,” Celeborn said, though he thought there were not all that many kings to choose from. “Who wouldst thou marry, given the choice?”
“Aran Elu,” Finduilas said promptly. “Or, well, someone like him.”
This time, Celeborn did laugh. He picked the elfling up and planted a kiss on her brow. “When thou’rt grown up, Aran Elu will help thine Uncle Finda find a prince for thee to marry. How is that?”
Finduilas gave it serious consideration. Eventually, she nodded. “If you have an elfling, Uncle Celeborn, I will marry him,” she suggested.
“If Galadriel and I have a son, we would be pleased to have thee wed,” Celeborn said fondly. Just then, he heard Edhellos calling the elfling’s name, and set Finduilas down. “Go now, child. Thy daernana wants thee.”
“I will tell Daernana I am going to marry your elfling.” With a dazzling smile and a quick hug around Celeborn’s legs, the elfling skipped away down the hall. Celeborn watched Finduilas go, and a frisson of foreboding ran through him.
Finduilas would never marry – he knew it deep inside.
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