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b2memB2MeM Prompt:B14(singing and music) N44(storytelling), Card:Rivendell Number:160
Format:vignette
Genre:gen
Rating:gen
Warnings:none
Characters:Elrond, Gilraen, Estel
Pairings:none
Creator’s Notes (optional):This comes from my "Tittlepin" universe
Summary:Estel attends the Hall of Fire
Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien. I am only paddling on the shores of his vast ocean.
MAY STARS ATTEND THEE
Estel settled more comfortably in his mama's lap, one thumb moving toward his mouth and then dropping again as he noted Adar's calm grey gaze. The boy was sleepy, but unwilling to surrender, because evenings in the Hall of Fire did not happen often. Indeed, this was the first that he was considered old enough to attend.
Across the room, a group of musicians were singing of the fall of the Noldor … not exactly the stuff of lullaby but what tale of the race was? It was fortunate that, growing up among elves, Estel seemed to have become immune to the drama of their history. There was a round of polite applause as the tale ended.
“Adar?”
“Yes, Tittlepin.”
Estel grinned at his foster father's use of his private name. It was one used only by Elrond. When Estel had first arrived in Rivendell, Elrond had used the phrase, “tithen pen”, meaning “little one”. Unused to hearing Sindarin, Estel had asked what a tittlepin was, and the pet name had stuck.
“Why do people tell stories with songs?”
“The tune makes words easier to remember. That is why lays are sung with simple tunes and ryhming. It is more difficult to lose words if you lose a line of the melody with them.”
When Lindir struck up the opening chords to the Lament of the Two Trees, Elrond sent a speaking glance his way and the tune morphed seamlessly into the Hymn to Elbereth. It would be better for the child to dream of stars than spiders. This particular version of the music was slow and lilting and Gilraen smiled as her son curled up tighter, his small body growing heavy as his eyelids lowered.
By the time the song was ended, Estel was fast asleep and Elrond lifted him gently in his arms. He left Gilraen tucking her little boy into bed, and paused only to whisper, “May stars attend thee, Tittlepin” before closing a door upon the tender scene.
END
Format:vignette
Genre:gen
Rating:gen
Warnings:none
Characters:Elrond, Gilraen, Estel
Pairings:none
Creator’s Notes (optional):This comes from my "Tittlepin" universe
Summary:Estel attends the Hall of Fire
Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien. I am only paddling on the shores of his vast ocean.
MAY STARS ATTEND THEE
Estel settled more comfortably in his mama's lap, one thumb moving toward his mouth and then dropping again as he noted Adar's calm grey gaze. The boy was sleepy, but unwilling to surrender, because evenings in the Hall of Fire did not happen often. Indeed, this was the first that he was considered old enough to attend.
Across the room, a group of musicians were singing of the fall of the Noldor … not exactly the stuff of lullaby but what tale of the race was? It was fortunate that, growing up among elves, Estel seemed to have become immune to the drama of their history. There was a round of polite applause as the tale ended.
“Adar?”
“Yes, Tittlepin.”
Estel grinned at his foster father's use of his private name. It was one used only by Elrond. When Estel had first arrived in Rivendell, Elrond had used the phrase, “tithen pen”, meaning “little one”. Unused to hearing Sindarin, Estel had asked what a tittlepin was, and the pet name had stuck.
“Why do people tell stories with songs?”
“The tune makes words easier to remember. That is why lays are sung with simple tunes and ryhming. It is more difficult to lose words if you lose a line of the melody with them.”
When Lindir struck up the opening chords to the Lament of the Two Trees, Elrond sent a speaking glance his way and the tune morphed seamlessly into the Hymn to Elbereth. It would be better for the child to dream of stars than spiders. This particular version of the music was slow and lilting and Gilraen smiled as her son curled up tighter, his small body growing heavy as his eyelids lowered.
By the time the song was ended, Estel was fast asleep and Elrond lifted him gently in his arms. He left Gilraen tucking her little boy into bed, and paused only to whisper, “May stars attend thee, Tittlepin” before closing a door upon the tender scene.
END
