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b2memB2MeM Prompt and Path: “That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done.” Banana Yoshimoto- Purple Path.
Format:Ficlet
Genre:Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Characters: Tar-Ciryatan, Tar-Ciryatan’s wife, Tar-Minastir, Oropher, and OCs mentioned
Pairings: Tar-Ciryatan/OC
Creator’s Notes (optional): Celepharn is the name of Oropher’s father in Emma’s and my-‘verse, and Oropher also has a brother, Vehiron. In the Fiondilverse, Telemnar is the birth-name of Tar-Ciryatan, who here is a year shy of being crowned. Ciryatan, literally “ship-builder”, is the Quenya equivalent of Cirdan.
A/N the Second: Wow, I had to retitle it because I used the exact same title before, lol. And for B2MEM, too! *facepalm* I like this title better...(and when I say 'had to', I mean for my own peace of mind, not any modly reasons. Though, if the Mods are listing these somewhere, doubtless two "Atop The King's Tower, by Kaylee Arafinwiel" entries would look silly)
Summary: One winter’s night, on a visit to the King’s Tower, the Crown Princess of Numenor finds her husband never came to bed. She ascends the tower to find the Prince alone and wide awake, pondering many things.
S.A. 1868, Tower of Oromet, Númenor
“What do you here atop this tower tonight, Telemnar?”
Telemnar turned around at the sweet sound of his wife’s voice, gratefully accepting the goblet of mulled wine she had brought him. It was drafty at the top of this tower – had his father no care for chills? They were only human, after all. “I am sorry, beloved. I could not sleep,” he said. “The Sea was singing to me.”
“The Sea was…what?” Vardilissë blinked, and took a sip of her own wine. “Do not tell me you, too, scorn our mortality. You are no Elf, husband, whatever else you may be.” She smirked at him.
“Nay, beloved. I am no Elf, nor do I wish to be one. Tar-Minyatur made our choice for us; I am not such a fool as all that. If I look for sails out of the West, it is after all why this tower was built. My ships will sail East, not West.”
“Your ships, husband?”
“My father has named me Master of Ships in his stead.” Telemnar looked pleased with himself, and Vardilissë wondered how much persuasion that hat taken – and of what sort. Tar-Minastir was fiercely protective of his fleet. He had permitted his son to sail to Middle-earth in his name, but they were always his ships, not Telemnar’s. Minastir’s flagship, the Arminas, was captained by her own father rather than her husband. “I am sure Atto will be glad to hear it,” she said eventually. “Unless, of course, you mean to take his job, hmm, Telemnar?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I will not. But Telemnar displeases me,” the prince said. “Silver-flame is no fit name for a Master of Ships.”
“Celepharn, then,” she suggested, knowing what the Elves of Lindon called him.
Telemnar scowled. “No.” Oropher and Vehiron, the principal lords of the Sindar in Harlindon, looked troubled, to say the least, when their folk used that name for him. “I will not merely render it. Ciryatan will I be, now and for all time.”
Vardilissë tried not to laugh. “Will the lord of the Falas not take it amiss?”
“He should be honoured,” Telemnar – Ciryatan – said with a sardonic smile, lifting his head and tossing back the last of his wine. “Ciryatan I shall be.”
“Yes, husband,” Vardilissë agreed. “Ciryatan, Master of Ships.”
She hoped his arrogance would not prove his – or their – downfall.
Format:Ficlet
Genre:Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Characters: Tar-Ciryatan, Tar-Ciryatan’s wife, Tar-Minastir, Oropher, and OCs mentioned
Pairings: Tar-Ciryatan/OC
Creator’s Notes (optional): Celepharn is the name of Oropher’s father in Emma’s and my-‘verse, and Oropher also has a brother, Vehiron. In the Fiondilverse, Telemnar is the birth-name of Tar-Ciryatan, who here is a year shy of being crowned. Ciryatan, literally “ship-builder”, is the Quenya equivalent of Cirdan.
A/N the Second: Wow, I had to retitle it because I used the exact same title before, lol. And for B2MEM, too! *facepalm* I like this title better...(and when I say 'had to', I mean for my own peace of mind, not any modly reasons. Though, if the Mods are listing these somewhere, doubtless two "Atop The King's Tower, by Kaylee Arafinwiel" entries would look silly)
Summary: One winter’s night, on a visit to the King’s Tower, the Crown Princess of Numenor finds her husband never came to bed. She ascends the tower to find the Prince alone and wide awake, pondering many things.
S.A. 1868, Tower of Oromet, Númenor
“What do you here atop this tower tonight, Telemnar?”
Telemnar turned around at the sweet sound of his wife’s voice, gratefully accepting the goblet of mulled wine she had brought him. It was drafty at the top of this tower – had his father no care for chills? They were only human, after all. “I am sorry, beloved. I could not sleep,” he said. “The Sea was singing to me.”
“The Sea was…what?” Vardilissë blinked, and took a sip of her own wine. “Do not tell me you, too, scorn our mortality. You are no Elf, husband, whatever else you may be.” She smirked at him.
“Nay, beloved. I am no Elf, nor do I wish to be one. Tar-Minyatur made our choice for us; I am not such a fool as all that. If I look for sails out of the West, it is after all why this tower was built. My ships will sail East, not West.”
“Your ships, husband?”
“My father has named me Master of Ships in his stead.” Telemnar looked pleased with himself, and Vardilissë wondered how much persuasion that hat taken – and of what sort. Tar-Minastir was fiercely protective of his fleet. He had permitted his son to sail to Middle-earth in his name, but they were always his ships, not Telemnar’s. Minastir’s flagship, the Arminas, was captained by her own father rather than her husband. “I am sure Atto will be glad to hear it,” she said eventually. “Unless, of course, you mean to take his job, hmm, Telemnar?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I will not. But Telemnar displeases me,” the prince said. “Silver-flame is no fit name for a Master of Ships.”
“Celepharn, then,” she suggested, knowing what the Elves of Lindon called him.
Telemnar scowled. “No.” Oropher and Vehiron, the principal lords of the Sindar in Harlindon, looked troubled, to say the least, when their folk used that name for him. “I will not merely render it. Ciryatan will I be, now and for all time.”
Vardilissë tried not to laugh. “Will the lord of the Falas not take it amiss?”
“He should be honoured,” Telemnar – Ciryatan – said with a sardonic smile, lifting his head and tossing back the last of his wine. “Ciryatan I shall be.”
“Yes, husband,” Vardilissë agreed. “Ciryatan, Master of Ships.”
She hoped his arrogance would not prove his – or their – downfall.
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