Going Another Round by Jenni
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b2memB2MEM challenge o67 - Sons of Feanor - Curufin and Nerdanel
Format: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Curufin and Nerdanel
Pairing: None
Summary: Curufin challenges his mother.
"I know you hate me, Mother."
Nerdanel turned quickly from spreading her favourite lace tablecoth on the table, to stare at her son standing in the dining room doorway. He looked distraught, his dark eyebrows raised in arches, his large eyes glinting. His black hair billowed around his oval face like a cloud, seeming to lift itself as if by will and float around his head.
His fiery will. So like his father's.
Shivering inwardly, Nerdanel's mouth opened to speak. But she had hesitated too long.
"Your pause gives away your true feelings, Mother." Curufin spoke softly, approaching her, the hunched cast of his shoulders and the slowness of his pace almost menacing.
He dresses all in black and silver like his father.
"Curufinwe. I wish you would not challenge me so."
"You are vexed, Mother." He stressed the last word as if it was a curse. He slid an insincere arm around her shoulder, barely touching her, as if her closeness repelled him.
I have never tried to understand him.
She knew it would be wisest to abstain from giving him a reply. A possible argument could thus be avoided, feelings would not boil over. She could brush off his question by changing the subject, perhaps ask him to help her get ready for dinner. Perhaps the banality of setting the table would help to restore some goodwill between them.
It is a terrible thing to dislike your own child.
Nerdanel could deny it no longer. She had done so for many years. But perhaps she could deflect her true feelings for now - lighten the negative, heavy emotion that threatened to spew forth from her like some snake's poisonous venom.
There is only so much blackness of spirit I can withstand.
She sighed. "You are so much like your father."
Curufin let go of her, snorting with laughter. He sounded surprised, his voice rising along with his expressive eyebrows.
"As if I haven't heard that before." His laughter was sarcastic.
"Curufinwe, since your father and I separated, I have not been myself," she offered as an awkward excuse for the repugnance she had shown to her son. She hoped it had not been too obvious.
"It's all right, Mother. I understand." Curufin's soft words belied the sharp glint in his eyes, hard like the iron in his forge. "I should not have challenged you. May I help you prepare the table for dinner?"
Nerdanel smiled at him, relieved. She nodded, in silent acceptance of his offer.
I have won this round, this time.
Format: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Curufin and Nerdanel
Pairing: None
Summary: Curufin challenges his mother.
"I know you hate me, Mother."
Nerdanel turned quickly from spreading her favourite lace tablecoth on the table, to stare at her son standing in the dining room doorway. He looked distraught, his dark eyebrows raised in arches, his large eyes glinting. His black hair billowed around his oval face like a cloud, seeming to lift itself as if by will and float around his head.
His fiery will. So like his father's.
Shivering inwardly, Nerdanel's mouth opened to speak. But she had hesitated too long.
"Your pause gives away your true feelings, Mother." Curufin spoke softly, approaching her, the hunched cast of his shoulders and the slowness of his pace almost menacing.
He dresses all in black and silver like his father.
"Curufinwe. I wish you would not challenge me so."
"You are vexed, Mother." He stressed the last word as if it was a curse. He slid an insincere arm around her shoulder, barely touching her, as if her closeness repelled him.
I have never tried to understand him.
She knew it would be wisest to abstain from giving him a reply. A possible argument could thus be avoided, feelings would not boil over. She could brush off his question by changing the subject, perhaps ask him to help her get ready for dinner. Perhaps the banality of setting the table would help to restore some goodwill between them.
It is a terrible thing to dislike your own child.
Nerdanel could deny it no longer. She had done so for many years. But perhaps she could deflect her true feelings for now - lighten the negative, heavy emotion that threatened to spew forth from her like some snake's poisonous venom.
There is only so much blackness of spirit I can withstand.
She sighed. "You are so much like your father."
Curufin let go of her, snorting with laughter. He sounded surprised, his voice rising along with his expressive eyebrows.
"As if I haven't heard that before." His laughter was sarcastic.
"Curufinwe, since your father and I separated, I have not been myself," she offered as an awkward excuse for the repugnance she had shown to her son. She hoped it had not been too obvious.
"It's all right, Mother. I understand." Curufin's soft words belied the sharp glint in his eyes, hard like the iron in his forge. "I should not have challenged you. May I help you prepare the table for dinner?"
Nerdanel smiled at him, relieved. She nodded, in silent acceptance of his offer.
I have won this round, this time.
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