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Unity (Feanor & Sons)
Love (Finwe)
Hide (Turgon)
(38) UNITY
Decisions that Feanor made led to a chain reaction among his sons. Celegorm immediately followed suit, and Curufin thereafter. Then there would be a pause, always a pause, a hard look that reminded them of grandfather, before Caranthir approved. The twins quickly agreed.
It would then be Maedhros who would weigh the possibilities, and often spoke a few words, but ultimately joined with the majority. This tended to lead to Maglor making it unanimous.
But, not always. Not today.
He stood before them, hands clenched around his harp to steady their shaking. “You truly mean to do this?”
“Are you not with us? Then go back, and be a traitor like your mother.”
In his heart he stayed, but the son who desired approval followed.
(1)LOVE
I wonder if the Valar really understand love.
I say, with fair certainty, they do not have a clue. Gladly I would take both Miriel and Indis as wife; I would treat them both the same, for I love them both. I would wait for Miriel to heal, and welcome her with open arms. What difference should it make that I should need a bigger bed then, to accommodate all three of us?
But, no. Choose, they say. Decide, their voices thunder. I begin to understand what wise little Feanor believes: What need have we for these rules, imposed by them upon us? Can we not govern ourselves, and better still than what they might offer?
My heart is heavy to make such a choice.
(27) HIDE
I used to hide from my brothers. Not only in child’s games, but later when we were grown. I never understood Fingon’s desires, and Argon was much younger, our interests greatly varied. To my sister I confided all this; I suppose that is why she stayed with me.
I hid from our parents as well. My early romance with Elenwe and my wishes that I might have been their firstborn were secrets I never divulged. Aredhel, of course, heard all of this as well.
Now I take to hiding, not in the vast forests of Valinor, nor stowed away in some Telerin ship, free to think and read as was my pleasure, but here in Gondolin, until my death. The irony does not escape me.
Unity (Feanor & Sons)
Love (Finwe)
Hide (Turgon)
(38) UNITY
Decisions that Feanor made led to a chain reaction among his sons. Celegorm immediately followed suit, and Curufin thereafter. Then there would be a pause, always a pause, a hard look that reminded them of grandfather, before Caranthir approved. The twins quickly agreed.
It would then be Maedhros who would weigh the possibilities, and often spoke a few words, but ultimately joined with the majority. This tended to lead to Maglor making it unanimous.
But, not always. Not today.
He stood before them, hands clenched around his harp to steady their shaking. “You truly mean to do this?”
“Are you not with us? Then go back, and be a traitor like your mother.”
In his heart he stayed, but the son who desired approval followed.
(1)LOVE
I wonder if the Valar really understand love.
I say, with fair certainty, they do not have a clue. Gladly I would take both Miriel and Indis as wife; I would treat them both the same, for I love them both. I would wait for Miriel to heal, and welcome her with open arms. What difference should it make that I should need a bigger bed then, to accommodate all three of us?
But, no. Choose, they say. Decide, their voices thunder. I begin to understand what wise little Feanor believes: What need have we for these rules, imposed by them upon us? Can we not govern ourselves, and better still than what they might offer?
My heart is heavy to make such a choice.
(27) HIDE
I used to hide from my brothers. Not only in child’s games, but later when we were grown. I never understood Fingon’s desires, and Argon was much younger, our interests greatly varied. To my sister I confided all this; I suppose that is why she stayed with me.
I hid from our parents as well. My early romance with Elenwe and my wishes that I might have been their firstborn were secrets I never divulged. Aredhel, of course, heard all of this as well.
Now I take to hiding, not in the vast forests of Valinor, nor stowed away in some Telerin ship, free to think and read as was my pleasure, but here in Gondolin, until my death. The irony does not escape me.
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Date: 2008-04-06 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-13 11:09 pm (UTC)1 draws out mixed feelings. It's hard, I suppose, in a monogamous culture to understand how a person could even think that love between three would be so simple. And yet, in other ways, it seems like it should be allowed, if truly there is such an equal love. Tricky tricky, and nicely written. :]
27 - Ironic, indeed.