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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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The song of the waves

(Most likely the last chapter until I decide to continue it. Thank you again my friend for helping and hope you enjoyed)

You wished to end it all, forgotten into the depths of the sea. However, fate decided otherwise as you were saved by a mysterious creature with a voice of an angel and glittering scales.

Warnings: angst, headache, mentions of the attempted suicide, fear, shock and a rude merman.

Chapter 3

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You woke up to the warmth and light on your face. The sun rose on the horizon, the sunlight caressing you with gentle kisses. You groaned when a painful headache struck you in the brain, and your muscles strained painfully after laying in an uncomfortable position.

You heard voices, then a splash when you got up. You adjusted your eyes to the light, and as you became more aware of your surroundings, you uncovered yourself from the boat sheet. You smacked your lips, tasting something salty and unpleasant. You rubbed your head and felt tangles in your hair through your fingers.

You took a deep breath and exhaled through your nose. Your eyes wandered around, and you froze when you noticed your surroundings.

You were back in your boat, on the docks, in the port city that you were confident you left during midnight.

"What –" You said to yourself. Your first thought, you were dreaming until you saw the broken rope around your ankle and noticed your dampened clothes. It struck you with more confusion.

How are you back on the docks?

"Kid!" You jumped when the dock master suddenly showed up. “Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere last night,” He started. “Uhm —” You hesitated. “ And — why are you wet like a rat in a cargo ship? Did you take a midnight dip in the sea?” He questioned in confusion while pointing out your damp appearance. “ I – fell overboard,” You quickly excused hiding the truth about what you actually did during the night. You covered your leg before he could notice the rope around it.

“Then what? You slept on the boat?” He asked. “Have you forgotten sleeping on the boat on nights is dangerous?” He added. “What if you accidentally drafted away or crashed into the rocks?!” His tone became louder as he continued to glare at you in concern.

You slightly flinched. “Yeah — I’m sorry, Meldrick. I try to make sure it won’t happen again.” You said ashamed. You never feared someone’s disappointment or scolding as much as Meldrick’s. He’s the last person you’d want to be worried about you.

The older man’s expression softened when he heard your quiet voice. “It’s alright, kid. I’m just glad nothing happened to you.” He toned down his voice. For a moment, that tone brought you small comfort.

“Tighten up the boat and go home to change. We don’t want you to get sick now, do we?” Meldrick said before leaving.

You sighed and pulled yourself out of the boat, tightening the ropes around the mooring before sitting down on the dock and rubbing your aching head.

Everything was hazy, the last thing you remember was the light, the song, and a pair of eyes staring back at you from the water. You snapped your head up upon the realization. Did someone save you from your attempted suicide?

It would explain how you were still alive and back at the docks, but you had no recollection of a ship or people who might have rescued you. But if there was a person who saved you, why would they leave you in one of the most isolated dock places and leave you unconscious on your boat?

You groaned when another pain struck your head. All the thinking and trying to find any sense must be causing the killer headache, so you should probably stop thinking now.

Your ears picked up talking. It sounded faint yet rushed. It was like someone was hurriedly trying to stop someone from doing anything rash or foolish. You then heard a loud splash, and suddenly there was a person in the water, looking right back at you.

The blue scales upon his tail and skin glistened with water and sunlight, making them pop like little diamonds. His ears were pointy and sharp like his fins. His hair was dark as the night, and his two silver eyes were like two stars. He was one of the most handsome and beautiful men you have ever seen in your whole life. However — you did not ignore the fact that the lower half of his body was a fishtail, and you knew damn well you were not dreaming at that moment.

So, you reacted as any other person would in that situation – with shock and fear.

You backed away in fright. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. You do not need to be afraid of me, child of the land.” He spoke fluently in your language. His voice was soft as he used the flooring to bring himself up a little. You were too frozen to say anything as you stared into his eyes, which you oddly found familiar.

Much to your ever-increasing shock, more of them suddenly appeared beside the dark-haired being. “Have you finally lost it?!” The golden-haired one almost yelled at him. “We were only supposed to bring them back to safety and see they’re alright. Why did you need to reveal yourself to them?!” He scolded. A distant of your mind noted the irony of the golden creature’s words, but you decided to store that thought away for now. You looked at the others while the two were almost screeching like angry seagulls.

There was another blond one with a silvery white tail and a pair of twins who had matching crimson-colored tails. They were all looking at you quietly with curiosity in their eyes.

You only paled, and all the stories about merfolk and mermaids crossed your mind. You had to pinch yourself to see you were not hallucinating.

You looked at the two who were still at it. The golden blondie was not very happy with the dark-haired one. “I’m sorry for interrupting —” You said, making the two stop and look at you. “But aren’t you guys supposed to be a fairy tale?” You questioned.

The silver-haired blondie chuckled in amusement. “Well, as you can see we’re quite real,” The merman explained with a smirk and flourish of his hands pointing at the very obvious tail.

“It doesn’t matter. We should get going now that we have ensured their safety to the land.” The golden-haired merman said. “How are you feeling?” The dark-haired man asked, ignoring what his friend was saying moments ago.

“I’m – fine.” You said, uncertain what you were supposed to do in this situation. Your eyes trailed off to his ears.

“Makalaure, are you even listening?” The golden merman questioned as you two were locked in an odd staring contest.

You leaned closer to him. “Excuse me –” You said, then brought your hands to touch his ears. Makalaure froze as you rubbed his ears and felt the skin and tip under your fingers, but he couldn't help but let you do it freely. He even found it oddly pleasant.

Angarato had his mouth open and was watching in shock. The twins were watching in curiosity while Tyelko was smirking and almost giggling at the sight.

Angarato looked at you with a frown. “Human, don’t you have any manners?!” He asked almost in a demanding tone, appalled by your action.

You pulled away, feeling your fingers. “I’m sorry. I needed to see if they were real,” You explained while looking at Makalaure. He nearly smiled. The touching of his ears was odd, but he couldn't bring himself to be mad at you. You were only sating your curiosity after all.

Tyelko smirked. “Well, don’t be shy. Touch him more.” He said, which earned him looks from all of you.

“Why did you jump into the sea last night?” One of the twins asked. “What?” You asked. “We found you near our usual meeting place, drowning, so we decided to help you.” The dark-haired man explained. “Oh —” Your eyes clouded when you realized what they meant.

You had disturbed them with your pathetic attempt to end your life and now you were back again. It left your mind hollow and embarrassed by such a thing, even when the said people are mythical creatures that should not exist but in fairy tales. You sighed and untied the broken rope from your ankle.

“I’m — sorry for bothering you. I try to make sure it won’t happen again.” You stood up, throwing the broken piece of the rope back into the boat. “I should probably go home.” You turned around. “Hey, how can we be sure you won’t tell about us?!” Angarato demanded with suspicion in his eyes. “Well, I’m pretty sure everyone on this island believes you do not exist, and I don’t get along with many people, so who do you think would believe me?” You questioned.

“That’s a good point.” Tyelko inquired with a nod. “Who would believe them if they’re the only ones who had the privilege to meet us?” He questioned.

Angarato thought about it for a moment. “I guess — that makes sense.” He stated, then looked at the others. “We should return home. We have already spent too much time here, so if we wish to have a less terrible punishment we should go now.” He said.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s right. I can already see our father fuming with anger, so we better get going before our people come looking for us.” Tyelko said nodding and then looking at you. “It was nice meeting you. Take care of yourself.” He smiled, slowly swimming away.

“Bye,” The twins waved their hands and followed their brother, splashing some water with a sweep of their tail. The dark-haired one stayed while the others left. You both looked at each other.

“I know what you were trying to do last night.” He stated. “Yeah — I’m sorry if I caused you trouble.” You rubbed the back of your head as the headache was slowly soothing. “You do not need to apologize, but I wish to know what would have caused you to try such a thing and not keep on living.” He explained, following you as you slowly retreated from the dock.

“Listen, you do not need to bother yourself with me anymore.” You stopped and looked at him with tired eyes. “I’m just having personal issues, and I doubt you would understand it, so let us just leave it there and continue with our lives.” You said, gesturing with your hand.

“But if I want to understand it?” Makalaure asked. “Then let me put it in a way you might understand –” You crouched down to his eye level. “I wanted the pain to stop.” You stared right into his eyes as you said that.

“Makalaure!” Angarato called out. You both looked and saw the others waiting for him.

“You should go. I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer.” You stood up. “Thank you for saving me, I guess.” You said with a shrug as you finally left the dock.

Makalaure watched as you left the docks and stepped on the land. He couldn't brush off the look in your eyes when you said that you wanted the pain to stop. Your eyes and the expression on your face seemed hollow, drained from life. He tried to conclude the pain you mentioned. You didn’t look like you had physical pain, so it must have been an emotional type of pain. Something that greatly affected your state of mind and fea. He almost sensed it, the sadness that encased you from within.

Makalaure turned around and swam after his brothers and cousin. The group managed to swim away from the docks unseen and return to the depths of the sea. The encounter left them all shaken, and the twins couldn't stop talking, seemingly excited about their first encounter with a human. Angarato was scolding while Tyelko was teasing Makalaure about the kiss that saved your life.

However, Makalaure couldn't stop thinking about you after that encounter. The sadness and the pain in your eyes haunted him and made him reconsider if interfering with your attempted suicide was the right choice. Should he have left you in peace? Deep down, he was worried you might try to end your life again in another way. He feared that there would be no one to save you if that happens again. He feared seeing a lifeless figure in the depths of the sea again, and that figure would have your face.

There was a low chance you two would meet again, but it did not help him to subside his desire to see and talk to you again and possibly help you recover from what was causing your pain.

#maglor x reader #silmarillion x reader #maglor #makalaure #tyelkormo #celegorm #ambarussa #angarato #middle earth x reader #tolkien #silm fic #silmarillion #silmarillion au #mermaid au #mermaid maglor #human reader #angst

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arafinweanappreciation · 1 month

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Finrod tries. He really does. For diplomacy’s sake, if nothing else.

He had never been particularly close to his half-cousins, but they had gotten along, once. He had enough in common with the elder two to ease the way into some form of friendship. He shared music with Makalaure and his status as eldest with Maitimo. It was enough to build a foundation for cordiality, for conversation, to get him invited on a few outings on which their father would not be joining them. To get him invited on this hunt.

It had seemed a good idea, at first. And now, here he was, miles away from camp on the banks of a stream, splashing water on his face and trying not to remember the way Nelyo gripped his bow, or the knife sheathed on Kano’s belt. They did not threaten him, but the sight of the weapons in their hands made him sick to his stomach all the same.

He hadn’t been there at Aqualonde. Not like Artanis— Galadriel, he reminds himself, Galadriel, who now bears the name given to her by Celeborn of Doriath, who now prefers it. Not like Galadriel had. Not like Angarato and Aikanaro had, near the head of the march with Findekano. He had not borne arms against his cousins on either side. He had not even seen the aftermath. He and his father had been following days behind, reluctant to leave. By the time he arrived in the city of his mother’s birth and his own childhood, the only signs of the massacre had been the blood soaked into the wooden docks and the darkness in his grandfather’s eyes. The same darkness he could now see in his own eyes, reflected in the rippling stream.

Some part of him (the wiser part, he suspected) said that he should have turned back then. Gone back to his mother and his aunts, to his people who stayed behind. To…

A light breeze flowed through the clearing he had stopped in. What it carried set his heart pounding.

It was the end of summer, verging into autumn, so there were no wildflowers. Yet the breeze brought with it the scent of wild jasmine and roses. A scent he was intimately, achingly familiar with.

But it wasn’t possible. He was dreaming. He had to be. Oh, great Varda, he had to be dreaming. The only thing that could possibly be worse than what had already happened would be if she followed him here, to ruin and death and corruption. No matter how badly he wanted it to be true.

He lifted his eyes, filling with tears, her name already halfway on his lips, catching in his throat—

And there she was, on the opposite bank. Eyes filled with treelight, waves of golden hair spilling over her shoulders, gracefully pointed ears. Her smile was light, mischievous, fond.

It could not be.

“Amarie—”

As he watched, she stood, and beckoned him closer. He could not help but comply. Every word he’d written in those unsent letters, every weak, unfit apology he had ever cobbled together in the deep and lonely silence of the night spiraled together in his mind, caught in a bottleneck of grief and desperation and regret. If the cool water soaked through the legs of his trousers, he did not feel it. He could only move, trance-like, towards his beloved, already reaching.

For every step he took forward, she took one back, just beyond his fingertips. Just as the trees were about to swallow them up, she gave him a wicked grin, eyes glinting. And then turned and ran.

Without a second thought, Finrod plunged in after her.

She was quick, light on her feet, flitting between the trees with effortless grace, as if she were floating. Finrod felt like a charging bull in comparison, crashing through the undergrowth and barely dodging tree trunks in his desperation to give chase. All thought had ceased. His only concern was keeping her in sight.

She was faster than he remembered. They had played this game before. He’d been on either side at different times. He had not taken note of her speed, then, but she seemed to him now to be swifter than any of Orome’s hounds.

He tripped on roots and stumbled over fallen branches. The rough bark of the trees scraped and scratched and bruised him. He ran until his muscles burned and his lungs heaved, throat scraped raw and dry from his heavy breathing. Still, she remained just ahead. He tried to call out to her, more than once, to beg her to slow down, to pause, to give him a little rest. She did not seem to hear him.

It was not until the pale gray of predawn light began to creep across the sky that she stopped among the trees, turning to face him.

Finrod allowed himself to slow to a jog, and then a walk, still unbelieving. His muscles ached and cramped, but still, he stumbled forward until he was just in front of her.

Her gaze was soft as he drew closer. Sad, almost. This time, he dared not reach out until they were but inches apart. She closed her eyes, and he could almost feel her breath on his face.

Slowly, he raised a hand to cup her cheek.

As soon as his skin brushed against hers, cold and solid as starlight, she vanished. He could do naught but collapse to the ground, sobs building in his chest.

If this was a dream, then Irmo was cruel indeed.

As Finrod blinked away the last of his tears, something caught his eye. Light, as if from embers. A soft breeze passed over him, smelling not of wildflowers, this time, but the sea. It flowed towards the reddish glow. Ever the faithful, Finrod pulled himself to his feet and made for the light, emerging from the screen of brush at the edge of the forest.

A camp.

#this is the other one #debating whether I want to post these to ao3 #finrod felagund #amarie #finrod and amarie

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grey-gazania-fic · 1 year

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Unconscious Arithmetic

Caranthir meets his future wife. Rated G

I wake just before the mingling, as usual. It's one of the few times the house is quiet, the only sounds being Ammë's soft tread in the kitchen and Makalaurë's snores; he'll be dead to the world till noon. After dressing and tugging my hair into a braid, I check my pockets for loose change. I can buy a roll on my way in and lunch in the square; I don't want to vex Ammë further by getting underfoot. She's still cross with me. I can feel it itching under my skin, too deep for a proper scratch.

I didn't mean to black Angarato's eye – or at least didn't mean to until my fist was already in motion, which is close enough. But his thoughts tumble down like stones and thump my sore places, and some days I will do anything to shut him up.

I examine myself in the mirror as I clean my teeth, but luckily the bruises he gave me in turn are well-hidden under my shirt, so there will be no teasing from my coworkers. (Not my friends; I don't have friends.) Ammë is kneading dough, the steady thud muffled through the walls, so I hurry to the door and pull on my shoes. If I'm quick, she'll be too busy to notice me.

It's still pleasantly cool out, and I'm early enough that I don't need to rush. I enjoy the walk; Tirion is quiet at this hour, only just beginning to stir. The office is empty when I arrive, save Aicórë, who's likely been there all night. She takes a sip from a steaming mug of tea and snaps her fingers at me. "Carnistir. I need you to go to the archive and copy out these records. No mistakes, mind," she says, passing me a sheet of paper. "Now go fetch."

"Woof," I say, giving a half-hearted glower. But it's just for appearances' sake, and we both know I don't mean it. I actually like Aicórë; she can be funny, and she's nowhere near as nosy as the other two head accountants. And it is my happy task as apprentice to make the copies. But the archive means more itching; they think I'm difficult, always needing the original of this and the copy from such-and-such year of that. Too bad for them. That's how audits work.

It's early, but there's a girl behind the counter when I get there. Her hair is tucked neatly under a scarf like most of the other workers, but she's unfamiliar. Another apprentice, likely; she looks younger than me – the top of the counter is nearly level with her bust, she's so short – and the prickle in my stomach says she's nervous.

She flushes and clears her throat before asking, "May I help you?"

"I need to copy these files." Bracing myself, I slide the paper to her, but when she reads it no irritation comes – just a shy smile and something cool and soothing flowing over me like water. It's not even five minutes before she's back and passing a neat stack over to me.

"This one's written with the sarati," she says, indicating the top paper. "Do you need it transcribed into the tengwar?"

I shake my head. "It's fine. I'll bring them back up when I finish."

It's probably the most boring part of the work, copies – nothing interesting or challenging, just double- and triple-checking that what you've written out is accurate. But I work steadily and carefully until near lunchtime, those hours when Laurelin is hottest and we all retreat to fountains or the shade. I tap my quill absently on the table as I give the pages a final read. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap tap. Tap-tap tap-tap tap.

There's an answering click on the counter behind me, eight taps, and when I turn around and see the same girl, I can't hide a smile. She blushes and ducks her head before disappearing into the stacks, and when I return the files the desk is staffed by one of the familiar itchy harridans.

But after I've handed the work to Aicórë, when I'm settled with my meal on the edge of one of the fountains in the square, I see the little archivist again, and I surprise myself when I shift and say, "Here, sit; there's room. What's your name?"

"Maryacúnë," she says, sitting and sliding off her sandals to dip her toes in the water. "What's yours?"

"Carnistir. I work across the square." Being the mediocre child sometimes has benefits; she doesn't show so much as a flicker of recognition. "You're new, aren't you?" I continue. "I never saw you before this week."

She nods and flushes, radiating a warm tingle of happiness. "They only just took me as an apprentice this month, but I already love it. What are you studying?"

"Accounting. Something to do until I make my earth-shaking mathematical breakthrough. You know, unless someone else gets there first." Atar, most likely. Not that he'll mean it maliciously, but after he sat down to ponder Telerin determiners and stood up with the solution to Formatar's formerly-unsolvable theorem, I stopped pretending I could predict him.

She pulls off her scarf, revealing dark hair braided and pinned, and shakes off the dust before folding it and tucking it away. "A zoologist, an engineer, and a mathematician are having lunch," she says. "Across the street, they see two people walk into a house. After a few minutes, three people leave the house. So the zoologist says, 'They must have reproduced.' The engineer says, 'Our initial count must have been incorrect.' And the mathematician says, 'Now, if one person walks back inside, the house will be completely empty!'"

I can't help it; I nearly choke laughing, and she joins in with more than a little mischief.

I don't have friends. But maybe, just maybe, I could.

#caranthir #caranthir's wife #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fic #silmarillion writers' guild #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien #silmarillion #parmacundë

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enig-og-tro · 1 year

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Tagged by @nullheaven to post my homescreen and lockscreen (they're the same 😌) thank you boss 🙏

Tagging @katoprofen @angarato-anarion @vibing-away @vintageprincipessa

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konrul · 1 year

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Will not watch the movie until I find a more enjoyable way of doing it.

I just want @angarato-anarion to know that the first scene would be a great video edit source for him.

#four days of snow and blood

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rittare · 1 year

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I edited this pic to make him more Angrod-like, so sorry, one more time))

#tolkien #silmarillion #elves #noldor #jrr tolkien #silm art #angrod #angarato

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cannotbestormed-scharfuehrer · 1 year

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Feeding the Feds: Summertime Edition

tagged by @angarato-anarion

1. Are You Named After Anyone? Yeah, that one Judaeoroman lad who fell off the horse.

2. When Was The Last Time You Cried? Can't really remember.

3. Do You Have Any Kids? No.

4. Do You Use Sarcasm A Lot? Yes, I definitely overuse it.

5. First Thing You Notice About People? Eye colour and shape.

6. Eye Colour? Grey or gray.

7. Scary Movie or Happy Ending? "Pessimist heroism" would a way to describe my favourite general tone in kino.

8. Any Special Talents? Diplomacy and conflict-solving, imitating foreign languages, middle-tier rhetoric and acting skills.

9. Where Were You Born?

10. What Are Your Hobbies? Hiking, biking, fishing, reading, vidya, language learning.

11. Do You Have Any Pets? No.

12. What Sports Do You/Have You Played? Football, basketball et consortes. Nothing in a serious way.

13. How Tall Are You? Eligible for Waffen-ϟϟ service.

14. Favourite Subject In School? History, Polish literature, German, physics, military training class.

15. Dream Job? Translator of obscure texts paid by disgustingly rich patrons (almost there).

People I choose to bother:

@voidartium

@faunoagudelo

@nymph-eater

@chauvinch

@grosutina

#real stormy hours

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monarcho-mysticism · 1 year

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15 Questions / 15 People

Got tagged by @ursus-arctos-horribillis-chad. Here goes

1. Are You Named After Anyone? Not that I know of.

2. When Was The Last Time You Cried? Spring 2019 or 2018. Woke up from a particularly intense dream.

3. Do You Have Any Kids? I wish, but no.

4. Do You Use Sarcasm A Lot? I use sarcasm a normal amount.

5. First Thing You Notice About People? Clothing I guess - it conveys a lot. Then their facial expressions - thats very difficult to control and offers a very unfiltered look at what kind of a person they are.

6. Eye Colour? Blue - gray-ish

7. Scary Movie or Happy Ending? Happy ending. I could use the whitepill. And the pathos of triumph is very tasty

8. Any Special Talents? I am a man of many talents.

9. Where Were You Born? Eastern provinces of the German Empire (temporarily under polish administration)

10. What Are Your Hobbies? Genealogy, history, tinkering with restoration, kayaking, gardening, hiking, archery, The Torments

11. Do You Have Any Pets? I live with three black cats - Chestnut, Mreow, and Little

12. What Sports Do You/Have You Played? Hate team sports. Hate sports as an idea - I might like an activity but would never compete. I guess archery an kayaking go here as well

13. How Tall Are You? 5'8'', aka The Gay Height

14. Favourite Subject In School? It was so long ago I barely remember. Bio/Chem, maths until I understood it, and literature as long as it wasn't propaganda

15. Dream Job? Depending on how insane I'm feeling, anything between an exorcist to gardener. I can find joy in many things, and I appreciate variety too much to lock myself down into one thing. But I like working with old stuff, nature, mechanical/technical systems - anything where there's a sense of real results of the work.

Now it's your turn: @angarato-anarion @california-babylon @tolovaj @angarion-consultant

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dalliansss · 9 months

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What funeral rites the Noldor knew were mostly adapted from their Sindar and Avari neighbors. Before Finwe’s death, a funeral was mostly an alien concept. Even Finwe’s wife Miriel Serinde didn’t have one, after the unexpected end of her first life.

The Sindar and Avari burned the bodies of their dead, to prevent the orcs and other fell creatures from feasting on them. Sometimes, they were buried. But always, burning was the ideal for disposing of a dead one’s remains, for even buried elves may be dug out, and by foul craft and wizardry, be given some form of corrupt life, reanimated, and then used in the Black Enemy’s armies. No need to give Morgoth even more fodder, so to speak.

So it was burning. Or a ritual burning, if no body could be found. Then dried flowers were also burned in offering.

Finrod watched the lavender sprigs shrivel up in the flames. He supposes they give out a wonderful scent but he does not have the heart nor mind to appreciate it. The pale purple hues turn orange, then black, then become indistinguishable from the rest of the small mound of ash beneath everything else.

Fire and death.

Barahir told him that the capital of Dorthonion burned under the onslaught of liquid fire from Angband; that thousands perished, unable to outrun the blaze. Soldiers cooked alive in their armor, and civilians reduced to ashy representations of their last moments. The flames came first, Barahir said, and then the multitude of orcs, trolls and werewolves, herded by the flaming Balrogs that cracked their whips.

Angrod and Aegnor, it was said, survived the first onslaught of the flame, but not when the iron fist of Angband smashed against Dorthonion. They died, it was said, not by the rivers of flame, but by the flames of the dragons.

But Finrod can only repeat in his mind, over and over, in hellish recreation, how terrified Aegnor must have been. Angrod must have tried his best to get Edhellos to escape, to rejoin Orodreth and his family in Minas Tirith. But, knowing Edhellos, she refused, clad herself in armor and wielded a sword just like everybody else. She would have perished first, for she may know a bit of the sword, but she is Vanya, and she was never a fighter. Her staying would have caused Angrod to falter, and in so faltering, he might have been outsmarted by an orc, or moved too late to dodge the poisoned arrows.

And Aegnor, Egg– Egg whom Finrod raised himself as if he were his own son – Egg who would not have abandoned Angrod. Who would have tried to get him to safety, fending off the orcs, even if the swarm that advanced around them came from all sides, and there was no safety nor rescue to be had.

Finrod weeps bitterly, but his mourning is soundless. Just a great, silent torrent of tears.

He, stuck at Serech, trying his hardest in his despair to breach the bottleneck, mindlessly sacrificing Eldar and Edain just to get to Dorthonion.

Egg would have been so afraid.

Egg would have called for him, in the end.

He would have called – hanno! – and no elder brother came to his rescue.

The lavender sprigs are ash.

Finrod, absently, fumbles for the knife sheathed by his side. He pulls the blade out, and he surveys his gaunt reflection on the perfect steel, before he takes the blade to his long, golden hair, and hacks away at the strands.

He hacks at his own hair with such viciousness he skins his own scalp. Blood trickles down his temples. But he hacks, hacks, hacks. The pain is distant. The pain is nothing, compared to what Angrod and Aegnor would have endured until at last the world faded into nothing.

Every inch of this pain, Finrod deserved, and more.

He lets go of the dagger from sticky, bloodstained fingers. By his feet, a pool of red and gold. He is bald and his head is injured. A crown of blood, for a failure of a king.

All his life he had been beholden to the Valar.

He might have been imperfect, but he did his best to obey the Dooms, to pray, to be thankful, to be kind. To be noble, generous and perfect. Why is it that he is the one who gets to taste the bitterness of failure; to be unable to save his brothers?

(The last of the reports before everything went dead silent confirmed all the Feanorians are alive, but their whereabouts unknown, except Maedhros, still at Himring. Himring, that stood unfailing against the onslaught that burned the Lothlann.)

Why is he the one who gets to fail?

Why is he the one who gets to live with the fact that he was so close, yet so far?

Why?

Someone is screaming at the door. Finrod doesn’t care who it is. Then the next thing he knows, Finduilas is by his side, weeping and babbling, trying to get him to move, to take him to the healers.

Finrod pulls his arm from her grasp.

His gaze trails to the mess of blood and hair on the floor.

The tears don’t dry.

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The song of the waves

You wished to end it all, forgotten into the depths of the sea. However, fate decided otherwise as you were saved by a mysterious creature with a voice of an angel and glittering scales.

Warnings: family stuff, racial stuff, attempted suicide, near death experience.

Chapter 2

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Under the deep watery world of the sea, music weaved itself into the waves.

The sea prince masterfully played his beloved harp, pulling the strings and letting his audience hear the music throughout the room. The merfolk were silently focused on him, allowing his music to fill the surroundings without distractions. Even those outside the room were so enamored that they had to stop heading to their destination and listen to his song.

The song soon came to an end, and loud applause followed after. The people cheered the sea prince for his performance, and he took it in with a smile and a wave as he left the room after the show.

He sighed after the doors were closed, and silence finally blessed his ears in the hallway. He put away his instrument and swam through the halls of the palace. The floors shined pearly white, and the windows show through the city outside.

“Well played as always, Makalaure,” A new voice appeared. Another being like him appeared beside him. The tail was beautifully red, matching the crimson hair crowning their head. He stood taller than Makalaure and was considered one of the tallest mers in Tirion. Makalaure shook his head and continued with his journey. “It was just a typical performance. You do not need to share any praise, Maitimo,” He said as the two swam through the eerily quiet passage together.

“How can I not? What kind of brother would I be If I didn’t praise my little brother for the art he has improved since he was a youngling?” The crimson-headed ellon questioned, giving Makalaure a faux offended look. “I’m not little anymore, so how about you turn that praising to our younger menaces of brothers?” Makalaure asked, making Maitimo crack a smile as he shook his fiery redhead.

“Your humor hasn’t changed,” Maitimo said. “But do say — Laure, is something bothering you?” He asked. “Whatever could you mean?” Makalaure asked. “You seem out of touch lately, and after every performance, you seem unsatisfied as if looking for something unfound in these hidden depths.” Maitimo explained, taking his brother’s hand in his hand. The younger ellon frowned. “I just want to let you know that you can talk to me if something is bothering you,” Maitimo stated, letting go of his hand.

“I know, it’s just —” Makalaure started, thinking through his following words. “You could say I am having trouble finding inspiration.” He sighed.

“I want to create something new, but I do not know what. I feel like something is missing.” Makalaure explained. “I feel frustrated because as the best minstrel of Tirion, I currently can’t create something new because of this constant itch in the back of my mind. It’s like the music that came so easy to me seemed to have turned its back on me.” He said. Maitimo laid his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sure you will find it eventually,” He said. “Give it some time, and maybe someday it will drop down from the sky like a seagull.” He smiled at the exasperated look his brother gave him. Ignoring the look he continued anyway, “Just don’t let that feeling consume you.”

Makalaure thought about it before letting out a sigh. “I try –” He uttered.

“Good, now let’s get moving before we miss the dinner,” Maitimo interrupted his tragic artistic musing. “Do you mind If I go to the hidden place for a while? I need some quiet and time to think?” Makalaure questioned as they moved along. “Sure, just don’t stay late like last time — and try to leave unseen,” Maitimo gave him a stern look, or at least tried to, making the younger one groan. “That was one time — I’m not going to stay the night like last time,” Makalaure said, raising his hands in surrender. Maitimo only chuckled in amusement.

The thoughts did not leave the sea prince’s mind, even when he had left the city of Tirion and found his place in an old shipwreck that stored several items and other things forgotten under the sea along with the wreck.

The shipwreck was centuries old. The wooden planks were dark and green with moss. The old masts were broken in half and fallen over to the bottom of the sea. The ship’s walls were broken and full of holes, allowing schools of fish to swim through and around the ancient human vessel.

Makalaure was sitting upon a rock, staring at the watery sky, watching as the moon’s light danced along the waves. The shipwreck has a perfect hole above the hidden cave, allowing him to have a clear view like he was looking through a window upon the ceiling.

He sat up, picking up his instrument and playing with its strings, making soft sounds to fill out the silence in the cave.

Something fell in his earshot.

Makalaure stopped to look but found nothing in his vision. He listened and waited for something to happen. It was quiet in the cave.

He sighed, concluding it must have been one of the old relics that fell over. The cave was an old hide-out where he and his brothers used to hang out, collecting relics of the past and things forgotten in the shipwrecks left by the humans. No one came to tidy the place, so it wasn’t unusual for something to fall over.

He continued playing his harp until something creaked above him in the shipwreck.

He frowned, suspicious this time of someone watching him. It didn’t sound like a usual current, but something like someone was moving on the wooden planks.

A pair of hands appeared behind him, slowly approaching before suddenly grabbing onto the sea prince’s shoulder.

“Boo!” Makalaure jumped with fright as the mer behind him screamed into his ear. The mer began to laugh as he tried to catch his breath.

Makalaure glared at the blond mer with a silver-colored tail.

“Tyelkormo! Do you have anything better to do?!” He almost screeched.

“Sorry, you were irresistible. You can’t tell me not to scare you when you’re so deep into your thoughts, unaware of the dangers around you.” The blond ellon added in as he tried to hold back laughter and began to swim around. “And don’t mind me, I was just showing the youngsters how to sneak up and scare the living soul out of you.” He said

“What?” Makalaure questioned, then noticed a pair of redheads coming down from above.

“Sorry, we couldn't help but watch when Tyelko suggested scaring you.” Ambarussa explained with eyes glimmering with mischief.

“And I tried to stop him.” A golden-haired ellon with a golden-colored tail descended.

“What — what is this? The whole family is here now?” Makalaure questioned, feeling somewhat embarrassed now.

“Well, we couldn't help but notice your absence. I guessed you would be here, so I brought the twins along to keep you company.” The blond merman smiled in mischief. “I didn’t invite prince Goldilocks thought. He followed us here and insisted on coming along.” He pointed at the golden-tailed prince, who was very efficiently ignoring the pointed looks thrown his way.

“I was trying to make sure you wouldn't do anything rash. We shouldn't even be here. It’s forbidden to go near any human settlement or land.” Angarato said. “Relax, this valley is isolated from the nearby city, so you will rarely see any humans or boats around here.” Tyelkormo said without missing a beat.

“And we have been coming here for decades, and nothing ever happened. You take this too seriously. It’s not like a human suddenly decides to drop down and discover us in this old cave with a shipwreck above. That would be way too inconvenient of timing.” He explained. No one in the Kingdom of Tirion could make Tyelkormo give up on this hideout.

Makalaure sighed, looking up toward the surface, trying to tune out the conversation his younger brother was engaging with their cousin. He was trying to find some peace, but now that subject seemed so distant.

“Still, we shouldn't take any risk.” Angarato stated, his hands flailing in expressive gestures.

“Have any of you seen a human?” One of the twins asked. “Well, I have seen their boats and heard them speak during my hunts with Orome. They’re loud and greedy since they seem to be constantly fishing. I mean, how much do they eat? They can’t seriously need that much fish to eat.” Tyelko described as he flicked a nearby wooden plank with his tail.

“They sound interesting, though, so I don’t understand why I can’t go talk to them,” He said, lying on a stone with arms behind his head. “Because they’re said to be dangerous. That’s why.” Angarato added, making the blonde snort. “Oh yes, the stories of how they used to hunt us and take our scales thousands of years ago. The people of the land corrupted by the Vala of darkness,” Tyelko said in a teasing tone.

Makalaure sighed, shaking his head and having heard the tales thousands of times. He looked up and wondered about the said humans, people, who walked upon the land and sailed upon wooden vessels. He didn’t believe all humans were evil. He even desired to meet one when he was younger.

His ears picked something in the distance. His eyes gleamed, and he looked up. The sounds were coming from outside. His brother and cousin were berating each other loudly, so he turned around and shushed them, capturing the twin’s attention as well.

“Listen, do you hear that?” Makalaure asked, and now they all listened to the sounds. They were getting closer to their place. “What is that?” Tyelko asked curiously. Makalaure decided to swim up, followed by the other four.

The five watched through a hole in the shipwreck and saw a shadow on the surface. It was some miles away from their position, but it was in eyesight, and they could hear the sweeping of the wooden oars.

“You said you would rarely see a human around this place.” Angarato glared at Tyelko. “Oh, shut up!” He snapped back. “This is unusual. I don’t think humans would sail this late at night, and there aren’t a lot of fish in this area.” He said as they observed the boat.

“Hey, it stopped,” One of the twins said above them as the boat had stopped moving any further.

They then witnessed something getting tossed overboard, and with a loud splash, they saw a shadow breaking through the surface. The ellons were surprised as they watched the shadow fall deeper until it fell behind cliffs and rocks. “Look away,” Angarato suddenly pulled the twins away.

Makalaure swam forward toward the place where he last saw the shadow.

“Makalaure, wait!” Angarato shouted after him.

Makalaure swam over the cliffs and rocks until he found what had fallen from the boat above. His silver eyes widened in shock when he saw it was a human. The human had one of its legs tied to a rope attached to a bag of stones.

Makalaure felt a need to help them after seeing the human’s face twisting in pain and losing air through bubbles. The human was quickly drowning.

“Makalaure don’t,” Angarato stopped him before he could swim toward the human.

“They need help, can’t you see,” Makalaure said frantically. His eyes were wide with a manic look that scared his cousin. “It’s not what it looks like.” Angarato hesitantly said. “What do you mean?” The dark-haired prince questioned. “Listen, that human might not be looking for anyone to save them… it’s called a suicide.,” Angarato explained in a hushed tone. “A suicide?” Makalaure questioned. “Yes, I heard from my father that some humans on rare occasions try to kill themselves by drowning in the sea. So, whatever that human might be going through, let’s leave them in peace. It is not our business. So let’s just leave and forget we ever saw any of this.” Angarato motioned at the human, then swam away.

Makalaure glanced at the human one more time, seeing their face twist into one of calmness like they weren’t in pain moments ago. It felt strange and somewhat wrong to him.

He held it in and turned away as Angarato was right about one thing. It was not his business to interfere with something.

When he tried to swim away, his mind filled with thoughts as guilt began to strike him in the heart. The human was dying, and he was turning away. He stopped in his tracks.

“Makalaure?” Angarato turned around after he noticed the latter wasn’t following anymore.

“I — can’t — I’m sorry.” Makalaure uttered and then quickly swam back. “Makalaure!” Angarato called out to him.

The sea prince quickly approached the human. He began to hum softly, and the human’s body softly reacted to his voice. He felt relieved since it meant they weren’t too far gone yet. The human’s eyes opened, and he saw them gleam for a moment as his scales produced some light, thanks to the moon. They got soon shadowed, and emptiness soon followed.

Makalaure reacted quickly and snapped the rope in half, releasing the human from its hold. He then pushed his hands under their arms and swam toward the surface.

He gasped when he broke through the surface. He held on to the human and swam toward the boat that still floated above the surface. He grabbed its edge and used his strength to toss the human out of the water. They fell hard against the wooden flooring of the vessel and remained unmoving.

Makalaure stared at the human anxiously as they continued to lay still, without any signs that might say they were still alive. Angarato and his brothers soon broke through the surface as well. “Have you gone mad? What do you think you’re be doing?” Angarato grabbed onto the boat, looking at the dark-haired ellon. “They’re not breathing,” Makalaure said, dread settling in his chest like the rocks the human had used.

“They might have consumed too much water.” Angarato said. “Humans can’t breathe underwater as we can.” He added. For someone so cautious of humans, he sure did know a lot about them. Makalaure stored that information away in his mind for later.

“Try moving them to the side, helping the water to fall out from the mouth.” Tyelko suggested. Makalaure pushed the human to lay on their side, but no response was born from them, and water was not falling out.

“It’s not working,” He said.

“Makalaure – it might already be too late.” Angarato said with a mournful not in his voice.

“How about you try the enchanted kiss?” One of the twins suggested. “A kiss?” Angarato questioned. “Like in the tales, a mermaid’s kiss to save the drowning sailor.” Ambarussa explained, seeming proud of remember his bed-time story. “That is just an old tale. We do not know if it’s actually true or not.” Their cousin responded, making Ambarussar collectively frown.

Makalaure glanced at the human, seeing them unresponsive.

“Well, whatever it is. I’m not kissing that.” Tyelko said, backing away.

Makalaure tried to think of another solution, but he decided to go for it since there wasn’t much time to find another way. He gently grabbed the human’s head, turning them to face him before joining their lips against his.

“What —” Angarato looked at the scene with shock. “Oh —” Tyelko said almost in a mischievous tone, trying to hide his smirk.

After a moment, Makalaure pulled away to see if anything turned different. There was no response. He felt stupid for believing the twins until the human twitched and water sprouted out of their mouth. His cousin and brothers pulled back into the water, but Makalaure stayed near as the human started to cough violently and spill water from their throat into the sea.

He waited for them to calm down, and soon the human looked back at him. The two held eye contact as Makalaure couldn't find himself pulling away from their eyes. It was like he was staring at a rare pearl. The human laid their head against the boat’s edge, then fell back onto the ship.

Makalaure swam back and pulled himself up to see them. The human was lying on the floor, unconscious, but their chest was slowly moving. It made him breathe out a sigh of relief.

As he continued looking at them, he allowed his curiosity to take over; brushing the hair off the human’s face and taking in their appearance.

One of the twins peaked over the edge. “Are they alive?” He asked. Makalaure looked at his brother and smiled. “They’re okay.” He said, almost out of breath.

“Congratulation, you saved a human —can we go now?” Angarato questioned impatiently.

“We can’t leave them like this.” Makalaure frowned. “We need to bring them to the land so they will be safe.” He added. “I mean, look at them. They’re unconscious.” He pointed out.

“We have already interfered enough. If we don’t return home, we’re going to have an earful from both of our parents and possibly receive a punishment,” Angarato explained. Tyelko decided to join in. “I mean, we could leave them to the mercy of the sea and hope their boat won’t crash into those rocks and drown again, or hope the cold won’t kill them and all Makalaure’s effort saving them won’t go to waste.” He explained, looking at their cousin.

“Wait, does that mean we can go to the land?” Ambarussa asked excitedly. The four looked at their cousin. ”Come now, Angarato. Let’s take them quickly to the land and ensure they will be okay. I will take the blame if we get caught.” Makalaure pushed away wet hair from his face. “And don’t think of this like an interference — think of it as doing a good deed since we are saving someone’s life here.” Tyelko added.

“Come one, do you wish for them to die here?” Ambarusssa joined in. “Of course not —” Angarato sighed, then shook his head, “Fine, but we better do this quickly.” He said. “Yay!” The twins tossed themselves into the water excited, their brother and cousin following behind.

Makalaure glanced down at the human and saw them slightly shaking from the cold. He looked around and saw a cover in the corner. He leaned down, pulling it over the human’s body. The shaking stopped for a moment. He smiled before taking the rope attached to the boat, pulling it away from the valley toward the port city with his brothers and cousin.

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