An lao ite i mbolg na bó by cuarthol

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Fanwork Notes

Inspired by the Irish idiom: 'An lao ite i mbolg na bó,' translated as 'the calf eaten in the belly of the cow', equivalent to the English idiom 'don't count your chickens before they hatch.'

(There may or may not be a chapter 2 at some point, but I wanted to get this in under the wire for the challenge.)

Fanwork Information

Summary:

Before Doriath, before Gondolin, others found their way to the mouths of Sirion, fleeing the destruction of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Major Characters: Círdan, Lalwen

Major Relationships: Círdan & Lalwen

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: General

Challenges: Idiomatic

Rating: General

Warnings:

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 917
Posted on 14 October 2024 Updated on 15 October 2024

This fanwork is complete.

Table of Contents

An lao ite i mbolg na bó

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Wonderful gap-filler and opportunity to feature these two (three, really) characters who fade into the background of the events of the Silm as-told. 

'Then it was little Arafinwë she saw in the set of his jaw and the softness of his gaze.' 🥺 so much grief in Lalwen's life. So glad she's able to find a remnant of her family in Ereinion. I can only hope she survives the Age with him. So much sorrow still to come...

Thank you!  Even though it was a small fic, I loved your Arafinwe and Lalwen reunion so much, I want them to have that.  Your portrayal did inform mine though I won't pretend I captured it the same way, but I love a proud, head-strong, independent Lalwen who isn't just going to give up and go back.  So maybe she does stay in Lindon after the War, helps that little seed to grow.  Be a voice of the Noldor for him, perhaps.  <3

What a sweet story! Lalwen’s weariness is palpable; my heart breaks a little imagining what she must have gone through. I love that she dares to hope just a little at the end, even weighed against all her grief and regret.

Aww, this is beautiful and bittersweet. I like the contrast between the hope/festivity/bounty of Mereth Aderthad and Lalwen's weary and ragged band of fugitives. And Lalwen going from speaking of Fingon's death to a meeting with young Gil-galad, like a tiny sprout of hope. I really liked this line: but the tended field holds the more hope.  Even if she could only water it with tears.