The Writhen Pool by pandemonium_213

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Fanwork Notes

Right then.  So I'm reposting this, probably at risk in the larger Tolkien fan fiction milieu that clearly favors male canon characters, but I'll resist another primadonna pique.  The Writhen Pool is an integral part of my out-of-control story arc so back it goes.

Many thanks to Aeärwen, Darth Fingon, Drummerwench, Elfscribe, Elleth, IgnobleBard, Kenaz, Kimberleighe, Kymahalei, Lilith, Marchwriter, Oshun, Randy O, Russandol, Scarlet, and Surgical Steel for feedback, flogging, and encouragement along the way.

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By way of real life background, Lawrence Summers' remarks at the NBER conference on diversifying the science and engineering workforce caused a tremendous controversy. Many women on the Harvard scientific faculty and staff were incensed. Although Summers' words were couched in a scholarly tone, they stung, and the inside scoop from my friends and acquaintances at Harvard verified that there was indeed a gender disparity at work in the sciences there.

With regard to personal experimence, in 1980, one of my spouse's professors said — with me right there — that "It is a waste for women to go to graduate school."  As my career progressed in a discipline of science then (still) dominated by men, I experienced plenty of sexism and witnessed worse.  The anger that my protagonist feels in the first chapter takes inspiration from something that happened to one of my colleagues, a talented organic chemist.  

So, when I later read Tolkien's reflection on the roles of men (neri) and women (nissi) among the Eldar (cf. The History of Middle-earth, vol X, Morgoth's Ring) Summers' words came flooding back:

It is the neri and nissi of the Eldar are equal - unless it be in this (as they themselves say) that for the nissi the making of things new  is for  the most  part shown in the forming of their children,  so that  invention and  change is otherwise  mostly  brought  about  by  the  neri.  There  are,  however,  no matters  which among  the Eldar  only a  ner can  think or do,  or  others  with  which  only  a  nis  is concerned. 

This is often trotted out as evidence of Tolkien's "progressive" attitude toward women's roles, but the bolded text speaks otherwise.  Claims of equality in the passage cannot negate that. 

Anyway, all that bloviating is to say that whereas this novella is not a polemic (far from it), it is, in some ways, a ficcish commentary on women in science and engineering.

Fanwork Information

Summary:

When the Istyari of Second Age Ost-in-Edhil deny her a place in an important new initiative to be taken up by the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, a young master smith struggles to make her mark in the man's realm of the forges.   An opportunity arrives when the smith is offered a commission that will present challenges of both mind and heart.

Pandë!verse-centric.

Rated Adult.  Specific advisories will be posted per chapter as needed.

Two — count 'em, two — new chapters posted!

Chapter 10, In the Bright Light of Morning

Summary:  The morning after arriving in Ost-in-Edhil, Elrond and Erestor each suffer from the aches and pains of the long road from Mithlond as well as from other sources.

Chapter 11, The Path's Heart

Summary: Elrond finds a nearly comatose Mélamírë in dire straits.  She resists his attempts to reach her through sanwe-latya, until, with her permission, he gives her a bitter medicine that allows them to share a dream, called the lugnolossê by an ancient shaman of the Unbegotten.

Major Characters: Celeborn, Celebrían, Celebrimbor, Dwarves, Elrond, Erestor, Galadriel, Gil-galad, Original Character(s), Sauron

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Drama

Challenges: Strong Women

Rating: Adult

Warnings: Expletive Language, Mature Themes, Sexual Content (Moderate), Violence (Moderate)

Chapters: 11 Word Count: 58, 859
Posted on 18 April 2013 Updated on 20 September 2014

This fanwork is a work in progress.

Table of Contents

Mélamírë feels the pain of rejection when the Istyari deny her a place on an imporant — and mysterious — project and does not take it well.

After some contemplation and advice from Celeborn, Mélamírë waits for a new opportunity, which arrives in the form of a letter from the Lady of Lindórinand.  

Told from the point of view of the boy whom Mélamírë met outside the gates of the city in the previous chapter.   Polkincë screws up his courage and goes to the House of the Míretanor as the lady smith requested, and he regains his name.  

Heads up for corporeal punishment of a child and bullying.

A young Dwarf guides Mélamírë into the depths below Zirakzigil in search of a rare element; the dwarf-girl makes a surprising request of the elven-smith, reminding Mélamírë of a secret shared with Dísa, the girl's grandmother.  Meanwhile, in the land of Nurn, Mairon, while writing a letter home, is interrupted so that he may provide a cruel lesson of consequence to rebellious slaves.

Head's up for fleeting sexuality and for not-so-fleeting violence/torture.

Meanwhile, back in Mithlond, Erestor brings reports to King Ereinion and Elrond of a mysterious and troubling new project among the Gwaith-i-Mírdain.  Ereinion attempts to recruit a talented smith excluded from the project, and disturbing rumors of a powerful warlord stirring up rebellion in the South make their way North.

Thank you a thousand times over to those who provided valuable feedback in the development of this chapter (you know who you are ;^)).  More acknowledgments are provided in End Notes.  A special thanks to Russandol for allowing me to borrow her concept of the ESS*.

*Elrond's Secret Service. Heh.

Erestor takes a detour on his way to Uinen's Quay, where a Númenórean trade ship docks, bringing welcome arrivals.

Thanks to Scarlet, Randy O, Russa, Kymahalei, Kenaz, Drummerwench, Elfscribe, and Oshun for feedback and encouragement!  And a shout out of thanks to Elleth for giving me permission to the nod to her intriguing OFC, Estëlindë.  

Erestor, Elrond, Ereinion, and Círdan listen to Ballain recount his adventures in the South:  how he and Helevair disguised themselves and traveled to Umbar, their journey to Mordor, and the horror they encountered in the Nameless Pass.  Ballain tells of his brush with death, his rescue by an extraordinary people from Far Harad, and his healing by an even more extraordinary being.  Astute guesses are made, thanks to what Ballain's healer tells him, and Ballain gives a name, a single word that Elrond recognizes, causing him to make a dreadful connection. 

Warning for the arachnophobic:  here be spiders.  Big ones.  Evil ones.  But a good spider, too.

Thanks to my keen-eyed pals (see Chapter 6) for nitpicking.  Special thanks to to Surgical Steel for the use of "conjure-women" and her vision of Umbar (a Middle-earth nod to ancient Carthage), to Russandol for the name Brûn Hobas, and a big, huge, massive thanks to Elleth for her assistance with speculative Primitive Elvish. 

Revelations are made in the Sammath Naur and in Ost-in-Edhil. The first scene of this chapter might be considered a sequel to Till Fire Purge All Things New.

Many thanks to Drummerwench, Elfscribe, KyMahalei, Randy O, Russandol, Scarlet, and Spiced Wine for their feedback and encouragment.

Mélamirë seeks an end to her pain and a means to prevent the risk that she might turn to evil herself.

Warning: Heads up for graphic suicidal ideation.

Acknowledgments in End Notes.

Summary:  The morning after arriving in Ost-in-Edhil, Elrond and Erestor each suffer from the aches and pains of the long road from Mithlond as well as from other sources.

Acknowledgements in End Notes.

Elrond finds a nearly comatose Mélamírë in dire straits.  She resists his attempts to reach her through sanwe-latya, until, with her permission, he gives her a bitter medicine that allows them to share a dream, called the lugnolossê by an ancient shaman of the Unbegotten.

Warning for potential triggers of self-harm and suicidality.

Extra thanks to Elfscribe for excellent critique that resulted in a minor "post-publication" revision of the opening bit of this chapter.


Comments

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Heeeee!  Late.  Well, surely not as late as my reply.  Thanks so much for reading and commenting!  Comments on fics are gifts, and yours are fabulous, coming at a time when I really needed them.  This is a pretty trippy chapter, and I just kinda winged it with Elrond appearing as a nightengale to Mél.  So to speak.

I'll be continuing the story, once I get my life back and I can unshackle the DM from driving me so hard with work-related writing.  Things should ease up in February.  I hope.

Thanks again!

I just caught up on this story and am wishing there was more!

I love that Elrond shares his own difficulties with his past and his family.  This is a man who has lost over and over and yet is described as kind as summer.  One of my favorite characters and you didn't disappoint with your portrayal of him.  I can so easily imagine how curious he would be about someone with fay blood.

And yet, being in a royal court where there is intrigue and kissing-up and all the other political manueverings, after being abandoned and found, after losing yet again and being around so much sorror and loss, he is...  So beautiful.  He is so strong and, like a strong tree, bent in the wind rather than break.  I love that he's there to help Mélamírë. 

It's kind of funny.  We know, because we see her in the future, that she doesn't die, but there are always twisty plots one can use that make readers truly wonder.  I'm glad she's decided to find her own path.  That is important.

I know you're insanely busy and your 'verse expands all the time, but I hope you continue this story. 

 

Thank you so much, Levade (and may I say how happy I am to see your return to fandom).  I always get nervous when writing Elrond* because he is such an iconic canon character, and there are a number of writers who have portrayed him so well.  Thus, I am relieved and gratified that he works for you here in a novel that focuses on an OC (but also a novel that I hope reveals more about the other characters in the Pandë!verse, both canon and original).

I do intend to keep at this.  The Writhen Pool has a special place in my heart. :^)  Thanks again!

*As opposed to Sauron.  Heh.  I exorcise (or maybe indulge) my own inner demons when writing him. :^D

I am very amused by Gil-galad's iguana, though I do feel sorry for it. I'd imagine part of its' health problems are related to lack of vitamin D, since it wouldn't get adequate UV through the glass. The poor things probably get metabolic bone disease. Not a fun way to die. Has anyone introduced him to nocturnal geckos? They don't have that problem, and while they're smaller and less impressive to look at, they can be lots of fun in their own right. Has he seen arboreal geckos before, with their ability to climb glass?

I'm amused by Erestor's dislike of the iguana.

I'm also amused by hungover Gil-galad. Part of me insists that hungover shouldn't be in the same sentance as him, but a lot of me is too busy snickering.

 

I started to read (or re-read) this first chapter of this for a quick break between some less-than-pleasant to-dos.  The first chapter became the second; the second chapter became the third and the third became the fourth and so on.   At any rate, I remember reading the first several chapters a fairly long time and ago and enjoying them, but the last several I'd not read and found myself utterly drawn in.   I enjoyed so many different elements of this piece -- views of the familiar characters, both Tolkien's and your original characters, that I've enjoyed so much, the terrific and thought-provoking take on the legendarium and the worldview within (and that inspired it) and the movement towards that terrible revealing moment with its enormous consequences.   But I think I enjoyed most of all those your two female original characters who sit at the heart of this in so many different ways.   Mélamírë is such a well crafted (a statement with a bite and no small amount of unintended irony given the nature of her parentage, her father's craft and hopes for her and her own talents in the world of science) character and her discovery that the unthinkable is true and has been very much before her eyes (as well as her own fears for what it means about her nature) is terrible and moving.   But I think you already know how well I like this character and how much I appreciate the passion and skill invested in her creation and how invested I am in her journey.  So I wanted to say that her mother was the other piece that was quietly devastating in this; she's appeared less often and in a smaller role than other original characters in this universe (or in what I've read of it) and she's always been this fascinating and remarkable character who has loomed (in a loving and beloved way) over Mélamírë's world with her beauty, charisma and intelligence that the discovery of how precisely complex her relationship to Aulendil was truly added a still more deep layer of pathos and of sadness to this already sad tale.  It is a unique story embedded within a familiar setting but there are some difficult and universal aspects to it -- the child whose moved into adulthood discovering her parents are very complex and flawed individuals (the same for her other mentor who clearly knew some things even he was very blind to others) is such a difficult and yet universal part of life.  At any rate, very long-winded way to say I enjoyed it so very much and look forward to your writing when such a thing become more possible again.

Annatar Aulendil doesn't want his daughter to work on the Rings he and Celebrimbor are creating. That fills me with alarm. Galadriel only wants Mélamírë to work on her scrying project. That tells me the alarm is justified. This is such a fantastic story. 

And here, finally, is Mairon Annatar Sauron Gorthaur Aulendil in all his real awfulness. He writes beautiful letters to his wife and daughter who miss him in Ost-in-Edhil before ordering the skin flayed from a rebellious slave and daughter. When the revelation of his evil comes Culinen and Mélamírë will be devastated. 

Erestor, Ereinion and Elrond have a very intriguing working relationship. Ereinion seems a little capricious but then has moments of insight. They are all certain something is seriously wrong in Ost-in-Edhil and the East. Fascinating chapter. 

Walking with Erestor through the markets was fun, especially when he foiled the spoiled girl's ploy to extract his cinnamon bun from him. Brat. 

Ballain's injury looks bad, and the story he has to tell likely will be horrific. 

The spider storyteller of African folklore - how marvellous. The attack by a daughter of Ungoliant was horrible (and losing his companion to the spider's venom), but the healing and welcome from Thema and her family was heartwarming.

Unfortunately the penny has dropped that Gorthaur is very likely Annatar Aulendil.... 

Poor Mélamírë. Poor Tyelpë. Only his wife Culinen knew that Aulendil was Sauron, and foolishly thought that she could reform him. A mistake that many women make, but in this case will lead to deaths and destruction. Things can only go badly for Ost-in-Edhil from here.... 

Her friends may have talked her down from the cliff edge, but Mélamírë wants to die, die to protect them from the power she knows is within her. Her mother despairs and regrets. I do wonder what is happening in Ost-in-Edhil outside her sick room. 

Elrond arrives in Ost-in-Edhil and is given the details about Sauron and the rings. Erestor also is there to help, first with Tyelpë, then to try and find Sauron's spies. That the "news" about the Aulendil's betrayal has been kept quiet is understandable, but I so want them all to escape now, before the inevitable happens. 

How wondrous the processes of the mind are. Elrond and Mélamírë's conversation covers many things and in the end she decides on life.

Thank you for writing this intriguing and wonderful story. I have very much enjoyed reading it. 

Quick reply, wisteria, to thank you profusely for reading and commenting on this work-in-progress (WIP) that remains near and dear to my heart.  I owe a number of reviewers more replies, including you.  Please forgive me for brevity now, but I'm experiencing a significant health issue.

I have a ridiculous number of WIPs, but The Writhen Pool and The Elendilmir are at the top of my list, and I often think about what the major outlines of the next chapter in each will be, e.g., Mélamírë's recovery and Erestor's role in that and Sámaril learning sea shanties! :^D

Did you read Trinity?  The wide valley with the tower that Elrond hallucinates is a major nod to an important - and infamous - valley in New Mexico.

Thanks again!