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City of Walls and Secrets #1The day has been dragging on painfully slow in the study of the king of Gondolin, and how on Middle-Earth Maeglin ends up in Turgon's study again, he isn't quite sure anymore, and who cares anyway. He has not the mind for rational thinking when for some reason the weather decides to pull a trick of some sort and thus makes itself unbreathably hot. The roots of his hair are already damp, and Turgon's face is glazed with a thin coat of sweat as he tries to focus on his paperwork. Maeglin is dead sure the king is cranky as heck now; yet cranky is but a wild understatement. He isn't new to the fact that any - and possibly every - object in this room might fall victim to his uncle's notorious temper once it has been triggered by the heat doubled by layers of brocade robes the king has to stuff himself in every single day.City of Walls and Secrets #1 by sutoroberikurimu
He doesn't have to wait for long.
"Arrgh!" Turgon makes a disgusted moan, the most agonizing sound Maeglin has heard in a while. The king nearly spits the tea he ha
FOG 1: LS, Chapter XICHAPTER ELEVENFOG 1: LS, Chapter XI by Lindewende
Early Spring of 510, FA
"No, Anná, you must set your pieces differently; here, let me show you."
Anárië fought very, very hard to keep her face smooth as Eärendil stood from his place across the low table, shifting to come to her side and adjust the pieces as he saw fit. She lifted her eyes to see Idril's sparkling with concealed laughter where she sat on a cushioned sofa near-by.
Ecthelion's daughter had agreed to come spend time with Idril and her son while Tuor conversed with the lords of the Golden Flower and the Fountain in Ecthelion's council chamber. It was not a great deal for her, considering how she enjoyed the boy's company, but she was quite amused by his eternal wish to prove he was already adept at tactics and spreading troops.
"See, you must place your open lands behind the castle line, so your garrisons may protect the people behind."
"Ah, but Gondolin's fields are all beyond the walls," she pointed out, rearranging her cards ag
FOG 1: LS, Chapter XCHAPTER TENFOG 1: LS, Chapter X by Lindewende
Early Spring of 510, FA
It was a mild day, a warm day; the snow had finally melted entirely and new life was beginning to emerge from all around. Tumladen burst into green and red and yellow and all colours inbetween. The walls of Gondolin were covered with flowers again. The birds had returned, and their romances were beginning.
Romances seemed to be springing out all over Gondolin, and if not romances then the consequences of those; the cries of children, so seldom heard in other Elven kingdoms, multiplied, filling the heart of the King with joy. Everything seemed to be given a fresh start.
That day, Ecthelion was riding out, far out onto Tumladen again; Anárië stood beside his horse with him as Lasgow prepared the final details.
"Atar, do not go," she begged him softly, one last time, knowing it was to no avail. Once her father's mind was made up, there was no changing its course.
He smiled reassuringly and gently cupped her cheek.
"I will not be too lon
FOG 1: LS, Chapter IXCHAPTER NINEFOG 1: LS, Chapter IX by Lindewende
Late Winter of 509, FA
When Idril had came to visit one late December afternoon with her personal seamstress, Anárië hadn't really given it much thought. But when she overheard her father talking with the Princess about the new gown being produced for her, her curiosity piked.
It wasn't until the day she was to try on the finished dress that Ecthelion really broached the subject to her.
"Glorfindel of the Golden Flower has asked permission to court you, my dear; I have given my consent on the matter so long as you agree with it.
I want you to be happy, my little ray of sunshine. Your happiness is what matters, nothing else."
The finished product the seamstress brought out was a striking mixture of ivory samite and light velvet; it wrapped around Anárië's form closely, almost constricting, the heavy sleeves a change from the airy designs she usually wore. It made her stand straighter and walk slower.
It was a dress for an elleth ready to be wed.
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