Lake Helevorn 4/6
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b2memB2MeM Prompt and Path: “Lost and Found. Green Path.
Format:Chaptered
Genre: Drama
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Characters: Caranthir, Brellas (OC), Aegnor
Pairings:None, but Caranthir and Aegnor were lovers in Tirion.
Creator’s Notes:The Valar, Maiar, Elves, Dwarves, and Men belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit made and no harm intended. I’m just playing with them for a little while.
Summary: A few scenes in Thargelion.
“We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door; for bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars-- we go to war!”
JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers
Carnistir was dreaming that he was Finwe’s garden, practicing how to move small stones with his mind. Aikánaro had come, along with Angaráto, both still small boys. In a way, Carnistir was aware that he was dreaming of something that happened in Tirion long ago.
Aikánaro had reached for his mind…
The dream changed all of a sudden. Now Aikánaro was of age and determined to get Carnistir’s attention. They were in the same garden, and Aikánaro demanded that Carnistir did not bond with Airamaril.
They had become lovers a year later, and whenever they joined in body, their minds merged and enhanced the pleasure. Their mental link was strong, but they never asked Varda for her blessing. They did not know if it was possible, and they feared their parents would separate them, as Fëanáro and Nolofinwë had done with Maitimo and Findekáno.
Carnistir tried to wake, unwilling to allow these memories to bring back his pain. He usually controlled his dreams, but this one was pulling him in, loosening his control of the images.
Fëanáro pulled a sword at Nolofinwë. Arafinwë was there, and so was Finwë. He saw Carnistir; but he had been at home when this happened, so why was his grandfather looking t him? Carnistir ran away, looking for Aikánaro.
They argued, took sides, parted “forever”, only to seek each other after Finwë’s terrible death. Aikánaro shared Carnistir’s pain, and the soothed each other through their link.
Then Carnistir was taking the Oath, and again Finwë was there looking at him. Aikánaro was gone.
Alqualondë, the fight, the blood spilled to take the boats. The horror of Nolofinwë and his children, the contempt of Aikánaro.
The betrayal at Losgar, and the coming of the host of Nolofinwë to Lake Mithrim. The images came in quick succession and Carnistir finally lost himself in his nightmare.
He was standing in front of a dead land, and Aikánaro was there with him.
“Your father left us to die!”
“My father never trusted yours!”
“Don’t you dare speak ill about my father, Carnistir! He tried to keep the peace between Fëanáro and Nolofinwë!”
Carnistir shrugged. “He failed.”
Aikánaro clenched his fists. “Your father failed!”
Carnistir grabbed Aikánaro’s tunic. “My father is dead, while yours is warm and safe, cowering under Varda’s skirts!”
Aikánaro hit him hard, but Carnistir was not one to fall to the ground easily. He advanced on his cousin, intending to show him some respect, but suddenly rivers of fire came over them and took Aikánaro away.
“Aiko!”
Carnistir rushed forward, oblivious to the heat, to the flames burning him. Aikánaro would die! He could not allow it to happen! With a last effort, Carnistir managed to grab his cousin’s hand and pulled him out of the river of fire.
“Carnistir…”
“Hush, Aiko. Save your strength.”
“I can’t… I love you…”
“Aiko, open your eye. Look at me, please! Aiko!”
“Caranthir!”
“Aiko…”
Silence.
Caranthir opened his eyes. “Brellas…?”
“You were screaming.”
Carnistir froze.
“You were calling for your cousin.”
Was that anger in Brellas’ eyes?
“I was dreaming of his death in a river of fire…”
Brellas’ expression softened, “But he is safe, isn’t he?”
“For now, but who knows what the future will bring. We came to war, and it has taken so much from us. I am sorry I woke you up, Brellas.”
“It was not on purpose and my quarters are close. Will you be all right now?”
Only then did Carnistir realized that his hands were shaking. He grabbed the blanket and nodded. “I will be. Go rest, Brellas. I will try not to wake you up again.”
“It is almost dawn,” Brellas said. “I will bring you some tea.”
As always, Brellas ignored Carnistir’s protest and left the room. Carnistir slid his feet to the floor and buried his face in his hands. He would have to send a message to Findaráto, and tell him about his dream. Carnistir had never before dreamed of the future, and he hoped it stayed that way. Aikánaro could not die, not him, even if they would never be together again.
Format:Chaptered
Genre: Drama
Rating:PG
Warnings:None
Characters: Caranthir, Brellas (OC), Aegnor
Pairings:None, but Caranthir and Aegnor were lovers in Tirion.
Creator’s Notes:The Valar, Maiar, Elves, Dwarves, and Men belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit made and no harm intended. I’m just playing with them for a little while.
Summary: A few scenes in Thargelion.
“We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door; for bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars-- we go to war!”
JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers
Carnistir was dreaming that he was Finwe’s garden, practicing how to move small stones with his mind. Aikánaro had come, along with Angaráto, both still small boys. In a way, Carnistir was aware that he was dreaming of something that happened in Tirion long ago.
Aikánaro had reached for his mind…
The dream changed all of a sudden. Now Aikánaro was of age and determined to get Carnistir’s attention. They were in the same garden, and Aikánaro demanded that Carnistir did not bond with Airamaril.
They had become lovers a year later, and whenever they joined in body, their minds merged and enhanced the pleasure. Their mental link was strong, but they never asked Varda for her blessing. They did not know if it was possible, and they feared their parents would separate them, as Fëanáro and Nolofinwë had done with Maitimo and Findekáno.
Carnistir tried to wake, unwilling to allow these memories to bring back his pain. He usually controlled his dreams, but this one was pulling him in, loosening his control of the images.
Fëanáro pulled a sword at Nolofinwë. Arafinwë was there, and so was Finwë. He saw Carnistir; but he had been at home when this happened, so why was his grandfather looking t him? Carnistir ran away, looking for Aikánaro.
They argued, took sides, parted “forever”, only to seek each other after Finwë’s terrible death. Aikánaro shared Carnistir’s pain, and the soothed each other through their link.
Then Carnistir was taking the Oath, and again Finwë was there looking at him. Aikánaro was gone.
Alqualondë, the fight, the blood spilled to take the boats. The horror of Nolofinwë and his children, the contempt of Aikánaro.
The betrayal at Losgar, and the coming of the host of Nolofinwë to Lake Mithrim. The images came in quick succession and Carnistir finally lost himself in his nightmare.
He was standing in front of a dead land, and Aikánaro was there with him.
“Your father left us to die!”
“My father never trusted yours!”
“Don’t you dare speak ill about my father, Carnistir! He tried to keep the peace between Fëanáro and Nolofinwë!”
Carnistir shrugged. “He failed.”
Aikánaro clenched his fists. “Your father failed!”
Carnistir grabbed Aikánaro’s tunic. “My father is dead, while yours is warm and safe, cowering under Varda’s skirts!”
Aikánaro hit him hard, but Carnistir was not one to fall to the ground easily. He advanced on his cousin, intending to show him some respect, but suddenly rivers of fire came over them and took Aikánaro away.
“Aiko!”
Carnistir rushed forward, oblivious to the heat, to the flames burning him. Aikánaro would die! He could not allow it to happen! With a last effort, Carnistir managed to grab his cousin’s hand and pulled him out of the river of fire.
“Carnistir…”
“Hush, Aiko. Save your strength.”
“I can’t… I love you…”
“Aiko, open your eye. Look at me, please! Aiko!”
“Caranthir!”
“Aiko…”
Silence.
Caranthir opened his eyes. “Brellas…?”
“You were screaming.”
Carnistir froze.
“You were calling for your cousin.”
Was that anger in Brellas’ eyes?
“I was dreaming of his death in a river of fire…”
Brellas’ expression softened, “But he is safe, isn’t he?”
“For now, but who knows what the future will bring. We came to war, and it has taken so much from us. I am sorry I woke you up, Brellas.”
“It was not on purpose and my quarters are close. Will you be all right now?”
Only then did Carnistir realized that his hands were shaking. He grabbed the blanket and nodded. “I will be. Go rest, Brellas. I will try not to wake you up again.”
“It is almost dawn,” Brellas said. “I will bring you some tea.”
As always, Brellas ignored Carnistir’s protest and left the room. Carnistir slid his feet to the floor and buried his face in his hands. He would have to send a message to Findaráto, and tell him about his dream. Carnistir had never before dreamed of the future, and he hoped it stayed that way. Aikánaro could not die, not him, even if they would never be together again.
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