Snaring Light, by Elleth
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b2memB2MeM Challenge:
067: AU Card: Identify a cultural artifact associated with a people you're interested in - how might a different history change its significance?, Femslash: Women of the House of Finwë
Format: Fic
Genre: Drabble, AU, Femslash
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Indis, Míriel, Fëanor
Pairings: Indis/Míriel(/Finwë), hinted
Summary: Young Fëanor requests a gift off his mothers. (Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indy1776's A Kind of Poetry, but probably an AU to her AU.)
Snaring Light
Laughing, Indis looked into Fëanáro's bright, expectant eyes.
"Some hair from both our heads, love? That is no hardship." She snatched Míriel's silver scissors from the tangled workbox and saw her wife (the thought still gave her such delightful thrills) nod assent without ever looking up from her swiftly-moving needles.
The gold and silver strands clutched firmly in his hand, Fëanáro forestalled the inevitable questions, dashing away. Míriel briefly rested her embroidery, smiling after her son. "I heard him boast to Finwë this morning that the Mingling would see him snare the light. We seem to be part of it."
067: AU Card: Identify a cultural artifact associated with a people you're interested in - how might a different history change its significance?, Femslash: Women of the House of Finwë
Format: Fic
Genre: Drabble, AU, Femslash
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Indis, Míriel, Fëanor
Pairings: Indis/Míriel(/Finwë), hinted
Summary: Young Fëanor requests a gift off his mothers. (Inspired by
indy1776's A Kind of Poetry, but probably an AU to her AU.)Snaring Light
Laughing, Indis looked into Fëanáro's bright, expectant eyes.
"Some hair from both our heads, love? That is no hardship." She snatched Míriel's silver scissors from the tangled workbox and saw her wife (the thought still gave her such delightful thrills) nod assent without ever looking up from her swiftly-moving needles.
The gold and silver strands clutched firmly in his hand, Fëanáro forestalled the inevitable questions, dashing away. Míriel briefly rested her embroidery, smiling after her son. "I heard him boast to Finwë this morning that the Mingling would see him snare the light. We seem to be part of it."
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Date: 2012-03-08 09:45 pm (UTC)AU? Nah. This fits perfectly. I love it. Absolutely love it.
*flails some more*
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Date: 2012-03-08 10:02 pm (UTC)Even though my Míriel has silver hair and yours seems to be dark-haired? Hence the AU to yours, for the most part, even though I'm glad it fits your vision! ^^
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Date: 2012-03-08 10:18 pm (UTC)Even though my Míriel has silver hair and yours seems to be dark-haired?
I was actually going to change that (eventually)! Somewhere in Oshun's bio is a description that her hair is silver.
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Date: 2012-03-09 09:35 am (UTC)I'm sorry. XD
Silver hair and dark eyes, I think the description says. It's in the Later Quenta somewhere. :)