The Elendilmir by pandemonium_213

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Fanwork Notes

First, I am indebted to the skinks, geckos, frilled lizards, chameleons and other squamates of the Lizard Council for their invaluable critique and their long-standing indulgence of the Pandë!verse. Many thanks to Rhapsody, oshun and Moreth for vetting this at various times and for their continued encouragement, good humor and affection. Also thanks to oshun (Maitimo & Findekáno and A New Day), Gandalf’s Apprentice (Sword of Elendil), Jael (Nightfall), and Surgical Steel (see Surgical Steel's Fan Fiction as well as her stories here on the SWG) for allowing me to borrow from their canon.

As usual, I must designate this as AU -- or more accurately an alternative history -- because of my defiance of canon (while remaining strongly informed by it) and because my vision of Middle-earth is more congruent with our primary world. Tolkien wrote wonderful essays on the origins of the sun and the moon (1) in which he attempted to retrofit his cosmogony away from the scientifically untenable “flat earth” concept and thus emphasized his notion that his legendarium represents an imaginary history of our primary world. I draw inspiration from these writings as well as others in The History of Middle-earth, The Letters of JRR Tolkien and Parma Eldalamberon.

As a life scientist, I also imbue the "magical" beings of Middle-earth - Elves, Dwarves and incarnated Maiar alike - with humanity; this does not mean that they lack mysterious characteristics and thus convey a sense of the Other to mortals of our race.

Although I have selected some canon characters from the SWG drop down menu, be aware that most (Valandil being the exception) have minor roles with respect to Sámaril, the OMC. The mortal protagonists of The Elendilmir were not fleshed out by Tolkien even though they appear in his writing, e.g., Aragorn’s great^nth-grandfather - Valandil. Others -- the queens of Arnor and Gondor -- were not even given names by JRRT! Another OC made an appearance in Risk Assessment and pops up here and there in Sámaril's recollections of his life in Ost-in-Edhil.

Update: Given the number of OCs (both Elven and mortal) in The Elendilmir, I have added their names and brief descriptions at the end of each chapter. Many thanks to Claudio for his input on Elven naming traditions. The link to the name generator is provided below. I have also used the Parma Eldalamberon vol. 17 as a source for root words and have coupled these with Claudio's name generator (a highly recommended resource).

Language resources:

Ardalambion

Hisweloke Sindarin dictionary

Quenya & Sindarin name generator

Parma Eldalamberon vol. 17

Be aware that I write as a “translator” and often use a modern voice (but devoid of banal slang – I’ll save that for other fics). If you’re looking for flowery archaic language or Tolkien mimicry, you will not be satisfied with my writing.

This is a work-in-progress so I am a tad nervous about posting it. I am a rampant revisionist. However, I have the story arc sketched out so hopefully I will not tear this into digital shreds in the future.

(1)Tolkien, J.R.R. "Myths Transformed" In The History of Middle-earth, vol XI, edited by C.R. Tolkien, 369-390. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2002.

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What has transpired previously (synopsis of The Apprentice):

Sámaril, born in Ost-in-Edhil around the year 1440 of the Second Age, trained as apprentice and then journeyman under the guidance of Istyar Aulendil, the brilliant but mysterious master craftsman of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain. Sámaril –- an ambitious young man -- admired his teacher greatly and was ever eager to impress him. Aulendil in turn nurtured Sámaril’s talents in the deep arts. Although sparse with his praise, Aulendil took pride in his pupil’s acumen and even harbored avuncular affection for him.

Under his mentor’s tutelage, Sámaril crafted many artefacts and made a name for himself in Ost-in-Edhil. Aulendil also instructed Sámaril in the psychology of Men via uncanny methods. As Sámaril progressed in his studies, Aulendil gave him a coveted but secretive assignment: the crafting of rings, culminating in Sámaril’s creation – with Aulendil’s assistance – of nine Rings of Power.

Aulendil betrayed the smiths of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain and the people of Ost-in-Edhil terribly: his true identity as Sauron was revealed when he forged the One Ring and declared himself. This deeply personal betrayal by the man whom he had admired and trusted, together with the death of his family, damaged Sámaril profoundly. Nonetheless, he managed to keep himself from falling into a pit of irrevocable despair and found purpose as the master smith of Imladris.

Melian's Girdle

Fanwork Information

Summary:

A young child of Men befriends Sámaril, the troubled master smith of Imladris. The Noldorin craftsman experiences the joy and pain born of friendships between the Eldar and mortal Men and comes to question his people’s values as his life becomes entwined with Isildur’s youngest son and two powerful women of the Dúnedain. A sequel to The Apprentice.

Chapter 38 - The Crow's Nest:  While Elerina establishes her informal seat of power in Gaillond, thus revealing to Sámaril her former role as Isildur's queen,  the elven-smith quickly becomes bored with trade negotiations and resolution of disputes among the local nobility.  The reminders of Isildur continue to exert a negative effect on Sámaril, causing frustration between the couple.  But Sámaril also begins to dream of the Sea, which sparks a desire to take ship out on to the open waters, ostensibly to learn more about the working men of the Númenórean exiles.   He finds the ship on which he wishes to sail and meets its captain.  

Major Characters: Elendil, Elrond, Glorfindel, Original Character(s), Sauron, Valandil

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Alternate Universe, Drama

Challenges: Strong Women

Rating: Adult

Warnings: Mature Themes, Sexual Content (Moderate)

Chapters: 39 Word Count: 175, 524
Posted on 12 January 2008 Updated on 15 January 2012

This fanwork is a work in progress.

Table of Contents

The Elendilmir begins in the year 3434 of the Second Age. While hiking in Imladris, Sámaril reflects on meeting with Elendil, Isildur and Isildur's sons and his uncanny experience when handling Narsil.

Sámaril returns to the House of Elrond with his find, lets his elvish serenity slip and berates a worried parent. This causes him to recall another bad-tempered moment in his past and a subsequent conversation with Glorfindel (Laurefin).

Sámaril takes some relaxation in the Hall of Fire and requests a song originally written by Fingon and elaborated upon by Maglor. The song sends him into recollection of a dance in Eregion.

Heads up here for mildly adult concepts and heresy pertaining to the ever popular "Laws and Customs of the Eldar."

Sámaril returns Valandil's refurbished toys to the kitchen of the House of Elrond and encounters Valandil's grandmother.

Character list provided in end notes. Many thanks to oshun, Rhapsody and Moreth for their betafying!

Sámaril is introduced to the Queen's peregrines and sets his hands and mind to something other than alloys and equations.

Thanks to Moreth, Rhapsody and oshun for their comments! Likewise, many thanks to Gandalf's Apprentice for letting me borrow her birds (see link to The Sword of Elendil in the Story Notes).

Sámaril and Thorno encounter flirtatious Laegrim ladies in the bathhouse, and Sámaril recalls the Athrabeth Huxley ah Wilberforce Mélamírë ah Manendur.

To be on the safe side, I'm rating this Adult for mild sexuality and implied bisexuality. I probably should slap a big H on it for Heresy, too. Many thanks to Rhapsody, Moreth and oshun for their lively feedback.

Sámaril celebrates the winter solstice with Queen Isilmë, and things get a bit heated with Midhloth.

Many thanks to Moreth, oshun and Rhapsody for betafication and to Jael for her compliments.

Sámaril and Elerína reach an understanding on a cold winter's afternoon.

Thanks to Rhapsody and the skinks* at The Lizard Council for betafication. List of characters provided in end notes.

*Moreth, oshun, and Jael :^)

Sámaril must deal with a terrible accident on the moor, and news arrives from Amon Sûl.

Warning to the squeamish for a gruesome scene.

Many thanks to the various reptiles of The Lizard Council for their excellent feedback. Samaril is honored that Thranduil, Galion, Magorion and their men granted their approval for a nod to their bravery at the Morannon (please see Jael's fabulous Nightfall). Thanks to Rhapsody for feedback pertaining to the hounds of Middle-earth. Our discussion was a lot of fun, and greatly inspired by her muse, Celegorm.

Much to his discomfort, Sámaril is reminded that he shares some traits with his former mentor, and Isilmë recounts the sacrifices to Melkor and their impact on her. Isilmë also points out that Sámaril does not disguise his feelings as well as he thinks he does.

As always, thanks to the skinks, geckos and other reptiles at the Lizard Council for feedback.

Sámaril receives a summons to Amon Sûl. The palantíri are not functioning, and it is hoped that he can repair them. But before he begins his journey, he delves into his memory to recall the technology applied to the crafting of the Mirror of Galadriel -- a technology that may also be featured in the palantíri.

Thanks to the skinks and such at The Lizard Council, in particular to Claudio for feedback on Quenya constructions.

Sámaril escorts Elerína to a woodland glade where they listen to Lindir's music. He remembers his visions of the very distant past and of the future when he participated in the first studies of Galadriel's Mirror. While immersing himself in Lindir's music, Sámaril then enters a meditative state in which he sees the Threads of Vairë. These trigger two visions: one wondrous and the other dark and frightening.

Thanks to the Lizard Council for the picking of juicy nits!

Sámaril and Thornangor, along with Lónando, the Dúnadan knight, and his squire, travel along the Great East Road to the tower of Amon Sûl. Although the master of the palantír has misgivings concerning Sámaril's involvement, with Queen Isilmë's endorsement, Sámaril applies the deep arts in an attempt to repair the palantíri...and receives guidance from their maker.

Thanks to Skinks Extraordinaire -- Gandalf's Apprentice, Jael, Moreth and oshun -- of The Lizard Council for critical feedback and comments.

Thornangor takes Sámaril hiking in the Weather Hills to help ease his friend's discomfort after the vision in the palantír; while exploring the slopes of Amon Sûl, Sámaril encounters the inexplicable when he steps into a small dell. When returning to Imladris, the two smiths are attacked by a hill-troll.

The smiths arrive in Imladris on Midsummer Eve. While Thornangor celebrates, Sámaril, tired from his journey, spends the evening in quiet conversation with Elerína. She tells him of her frightening but puzzling encounter with Sauron in Armenelos.

Heads up for a bit of mythological cross-over with The Ramayana.

Sámaril assists Valandil in a matter of craftsmanship and comes to a logical conclusion concerning the peacock brooch. Couriers arrive from Osgiliath, bearing news from the Alliance, and Sámaril learns of the hardships of the siege from Glorfindel's letters.

Thanks to Drummerwench for picking the nits and to Jael for allowing me to borrow Thranduil again.

Valandil rescues an injured peregrine chick and demonstrates an unexpected talent. An eagle arrives in Imladris with tidings from the siege: victory comes at a heavy price. Later, the herald of Gil-galad returns to his home.

Thanks to the Lizard Council (Claudio, Jael, Moreth & oshun) for critical feedback.

A character list is given in the End Notes; see also the appendix.

Elrond recalls the fall of Gil-galad, Elendil and Sauron as well as how the literal fall of Barad-dûr will be accomplished. Sámaril learns the fate of the One Ring and counsels Elrond on the nature of the Rings of Power: that even the Three Rings of the Elves are not altogether benign.

Thanks to The Lizard Council, notably Oshun, Jael and Moreth, for critical feedback.

Shortly after arriving in Annúminas, Sámaril explores the city of the shores of Lake Evendim. He sees that although the lives of the Middle Men of Arnor may be improved by the presence of the Númenórean exiles, they still face the consequences of mortality, just as they did many years ago in the settlements around Tharbad. It is with these consequences of mortality that Sámaril struggles as he prepares for his farewell to Isilmë.

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First, thanks to The Lizard Council (Drummerwench, Oshun, Jael and Moreth in particular) for comments and feedback.

I use common Anglo-Saxon (or Celtic in some cases) names for the Middle Men with the assumption that these are translations from Westron. With regard to languages, I adhere to the Seamus Heaney approach to translation and do not hesitate to use certain words (and names) familiar to the contemporary mind, e.g., "tenement," as translations from the "original text" in my tertiary world of JRRT's secondary world.

A glossary and a short list of characters may be found in the end notes of this chapter; the longer list of characters is given in the Appendix.

Sámaril bids farewell to Isilmë and later meets the keeper of the palantír of Annúminas, a man who once worked under Annatar's guidance in Númenor.

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Many thanks to Drummerwench, oshun, Jael and Moreth (The Lizard Council) for critique and comments.

A few characters are listed in end notes (see also Appendix). Also in the end notes is an excerpt from The Lost Road, Vol V. of The History of Middle-earth which provides context for the conversation between Sámaril and the old engineer smith.

The first year of the Third Age finds Sámaril saying farewell to Midhloth and welcoming the returning Firstborn to Imladris. Erestor brings back more materials for Sámaril's planned -- and secret -- project. Later, Glorfindel shows Sámaril what he discovered in Sauron's inner chambers of the Barad-dûr.

Thanks to The Lizard Council, specifically Drummerwench, Jael, Claudio, Moreth and oshun, for critique and comments.

When Sámaril prepares to craft a Yule gift for Valandil, the details of an essential component's design elude him. In order to clearly visualize the design, he must delve into bittersweet memory of his former mentor, Istyar Aulendil.

Thanks to the Lizard Council, specifically Aearwen, Drummerwench, IgnobleBard, Jael, Moreth and Oshun for invaluable critique and comments. Also a tip of the hat to Lintalomë who, in comments on Lethe's LiveJournal, jolted the dark muse's memory of Tinfang Warble (History of Middle-earth I, Book of Lost Tales 1).

Sámaril celebrates the feast of the winter solstice with a memorable dance and receives his gift from Valandil.

Thanks to the variegated skinks of The Lizard Council for nitpicking, comments and all 'round good skinkiness.

Tension mounts in Imladris when Isildur and his elite Guard do not arrive in the autumn of the second year of the Third Age. Valandil has his worst nightmare yet at this time, causing Elrond and Sámaril to wonder if this is an echo of the drowning of Númenor. This leads them to discuss Valandil's sensitivities. Elerína's anxiety for her husband increases. The following spring, three soldiers of the King's Guard stagger into the valley.

Many thanks to picking of the nits by The Lizard Council. (Jael, Aearwen, Drummerwench, elfscribe, Moreth).

The reader's familiarity with "The Disaster of the Gladden Fields," Unfinished Tales, J.R.R. Tolkien is assumed.

When Sámaril is summoned to the Council of Elrond, he discovers why the succession of Valandil to the throne of High King of Gondor and Arnor is in question. After agreements are reached, Valandil utters a prophecy concerning broken Narsil, and Sámaril later overhears a heated conversation between Elerína and her sister-by-marriage, Lindissë -- Anárion's widow and Meneldil's mother.

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Many thanks to Jael, Aearwen, Moreth, and Drummerwench of The Lizard Council for comments and nitpicking of the draft.

If it wasn’t clear from any of the preceding 24 chapters that The Elendilmir represents an alternate history of Middle-earth, it should be apparent in this one. A significant fly in the heirs of Elros’ ointment was spawned via the often heretical elements that comprise the overlap of Venn diagrams of Surgical Steel’s interpretations of Middle-earth and my own. Thus I owe Steel a debt of gratitude for graciously allowing me to borrow her characters and concepts. I have linked the Steel's stories that are specific to this chapter in End Notes. You may also find her work here on the SWG, at her LJ repository -- surgsteelfic and on The Last Ship archive. I highly recommended her work. The saga of the surgeon, Serindë, is a compelling one and represents one of the best OFCs crafted.

A genealogical chart of Númenóreans pertinent to the Pandë!- and Steel!verses is included in End Notes.

With The Elendilmir rated as Adult, this may be superfluous, but here's a warning for strong language nonetheless.

After a terse farewell to Elerína, Sámaril departs abruptly from Imladris in the company of a healer, Brethilion. They arrive at Casarrondo (later known as Moria) to exchange their skills for mithril and gems from the Dwarves. On the way to an audience with Durin the Fourth, Sámaril sees a mural hidden in the shadows and recalls an unusual observation made by Istyar Aulendil.

Thanks to the Lizard Council for pre-reads, to Darth Fingon for post-publication edits and to Surgical Steel for suggestions concerning the elven-healer. See end notes.

In order to obtain a diamond and mithril from the Longbeards, Sámaril agrees to teach the Dwarves an unusual art that will allow them to extend their gold stores for trade, and Láki introduces Sámaril to a form of Dwarven relaxation.

Thanks to the Lizard Council for encouragement and feedback. Please see End Notes for glossary, background on Sámaril's art and more acknowledgments.

Sámaril prepares to journey with Láki to the northern mines to search for mithril but encounters Brethilion, distressed because he has been called upon to treat an important Dwarf-woman and her child. Sámaril and Láki descend into the roots of the mountain where an increasing sense of dread and disturbing dreams of shadow and flame afflict Sámaril.

Heads up for some medical stuff in the first part of this chapter (and thanks to Surgical Steel for helping out Brethilion's craft as well as a pre-read). Although he does not describe it in graphic detail, Brethilion mentions a grisly obstetrical procedure that was used in non-progressing labor before the advent of forceps for delivery; this might be disturbing for some readers. Other than that, this chapter is rated PG to PG-13. Many thanks for the Lizard Council for comments and nitpicking.

For saving Durin IV's heir and his mother (Durin's granddaughter), Brethilion is awarded with unusual gifts. With their departure from Khazad-dûm imminent, Sámaril and Brethilion are the guests of honor at a celebration in Láki's mansion where Sámaril is faced with peculiar Dwarven cuisine, finds himself the object of attraction by a Dwarven-lady and then plays matchmaker.

Many thanks and bows of "at your service" to the Lizard Council -- Jael, sanna, Aeärwen, Surgical Steel, Raksha, klose, Drummerwench, Russandol and Darth Fingon. Special thanks to Darth for linguistic assistance. See end notes for that.

Some mild sexuality in this chapter: soft R-rated at the most.

Sámaril returns to Imladris where he is met with a cool reception from Elerína and admonishment from Elrond who has deduced that Sámaril, however well-intentioned, has exposed young Valandil to the perilous deep arts. Sámaril’s evident distress resulting from these events prompts Laurefin to suggest star-gazing out on the moor where they have a frank conversation.

Thanks to all my reptilian pals on the Lizard Council: Steel for a pre-read, Raksha and Drummerwench for suggestions of where to prune a bit, Russandol for catching nits, sanna, Jael, Oshun, and Aeärwen for comments, and Darth for under-the-radar philosophical natterings about the mores of the Calaquendi and the Moriquendi. There's also a little nod to one of Rhapsody's ficlets -- Prince of Hearts -- in there, too.

Sámaril finds Elerína waiting for him at the rock where he heard Valandil cry out from the river twelve years before. There, guided by his heart, he makes a decision that will forever affect him.

This chapter is a solid R-rating for sexual content, more than "moderate" but not graphic either; just obvious as to what is occurring.

Thanks to Lizards Surgical Steel, Erulissë, Jael, Aeärwen, Drummerwench and Russandol for comments, nit-picking and otherwise holding my hand.

When Elerína and Sámaril tell Valandil of their love for one another, Valandil does not receive the revelation well.  However, when Sámaril enlists Valandil's assistance in crafting a gift symbolic of the elven smith's love for Elerína, Valandil appears to be brought round to accepting his mother and Sámaril's life together.

Thanks to Lizards Russandol, Surgical Steel, Scarlet10, Sanna, Aeärwen, KyMahalei, Moreth, Oshun, Lilith, Elfscribe, Raksha, Drummerwench & Darth Fingon for comments, lively discussion and valuable critique.

Stymied for inspiration and spurned by the diamond to be set in the new Elendilmir, Sámaril agrees to accompany Elerína to the sea so that he may learn more of the Númenórean exiles..  On the way, they visit Elerína's eccentric cousin, Apairivo, a lord of the province of Cardolan, who has a fondness for wine, whisky and a special kind of rope.

Thanks to the skinks, geckos and chameleons of the Lizard Council for their most excellent feedback and encouragement.  Special thanks to Darth for name-wrangling.

Sámaril accompanies Apairivo on his inspections of his tenants' crofts.  He discovers that Apairivo has a peculiar avocation, one that reminds Sámaril of Valandil's gifts. They enjoy the hospitality of the farmer and his wife, but when Sámaril lets down his guard, thanks to drinking a couple of generous flagons of hard cider, Apairivo asks a very direct question about an indelicate subject.

 

 

Acknowledgements:

Thanks to my fellow Lizards -- Oshun, Raksha, KyMahalei, Erulissë, and Surgical Steel (an extra nod here for Steel's generosity for sharing her toys with me in the Tolkienian sandbox) for comments and feedback, and especially to Jael for assistance on matters equine.

After Sámaril and Apairivo arrive at Farmer Butterbur's croft, Sámaril is called upon to assist Apairivo with delivery of a calf and discovers one of the ways that Apairivo uses his gift of rope from Gil-Galad.  Once again, Sámaril enjoys the hospitality of mortal Middle Men and drinks and dances with Butterbur's household. However, on the way back to the manor, Sámaril unintentionally reveals something of his past that causes Apairivo concern.  This is further exacerbated when Apairivo mentions an observation made by Carnhul, his horse, and later confirmed by the sleepy Elerína.

 

 

Acknowledgements:

Many thanks to Lizards Elfscribe, KyMahalei, Erulissë, Randy_O, Drummerwench, Aeärwen, Jael, Russandol, sanna, Gandalf's Apprentice, and Surgical Steel for comments and critical feedback on this and the previous chapter.

On their way to the sea, Sámaril and Elerína travel down the Baranduin on The Otter's Tale, a traders' keelboat, manned by a motley crew of Middle Men, including the superstitious but well-meaning Captain Rinan.  Elerína makes an offering to the River-mother, but will it deflect the threat of the Elder King's fierce storm that bears down upon them?

 

Acknowledgements:

Thanks to Surgical Steel for the nattering that led to the term "the Wind-lord's finger" and to Lizards Darth Fingon, Aeärwen, KyMahalei, Oshun, Elfscribe, Erulissë, and Russandol for picking nits and comments.  Deep-fried cockroaches with tartar sauce for all!  And an extra serving for post-publication nit-picking from Drummerwench!

Please see end notes for more acknowledgments.

Captain Rinan and the crew of The Otter's Tale deliver Elerína, Sámaril and Sigilros to the haven of Gaillond, a seaside town near the mouth of the Baranduin.  There the port reeve and others welcome Elerína, the widow of a king and the mother of the king-to-be.  Limaerel, the housekeeper, shows Sámaril and Sigilros the villa built by Tar-Aldarion, but personalized by Isildur.  Sámaril finds that the many reminders of Isildur have an undesirable effect.

Rated R for sexual content.

 

 

Acknowledgements and such: Thanks to Darth for much under-the-radar nattering and generously allowing me to reference his canon (the black lobsters). Same to Surgical Steel. I give a quick nod to her Zâmin, the noblewoman of Umbar, who was Isildur's first love.

Gaillond is, of course, non-canonical (*faints from the shock*) but to me, a logical extrapolation: one would think that a port town might exist near the mouth of the Baranduin, which may have served as the waterway to Annúminas.  Gaillond bears reference to the Gloucester of New England and Wales. From Wikipedia: "In Old Welsh, the city was known as Caerloyw, caer = castle, and loyw from gloyw = glowing/bright." 

I also invoke the right of "translator" for the blatant use of Latin. Surely there were words in Quenya for the equivalent of a frigidarium and caldarium. I just don't know what they are, and Sámaril and his former mentor are of no help at all..

Uin the Great Whale may be found in The History of Middle-earth, Vol I, The Book of Lost Tales I.

Many thanks to the Lizards for the pickin' o' the nits.

Because it has been a while since I updated (almost a year), I'll recap briefly: 

Sámaril (Ringmaker and Annatar's former apprentice, now master of the forge of Rivendell) and Elerína (Isildur's widow and now Sámaril's lover) and have arrived in Gaillond, intending to spend the summer there. The jewel that Sámaril has obtained from the Dwarves, and will use for the new Elendilmir, resists his attempts to apply the deep arts to it. Elerína believes this is because Sámaril needs to learn more of the Sea and the descendants of the Númenóreans who live and die by it. Hence, they arrive Gaillond, a port town northwest of the mouth of the Baranduin River. This chapter picks up about three weeks or so after their arrival.

Thanks muchly to the Lizard Council for their grooming and suggestions for the motifs on the ships' colors.  Darth Fingon's name generator came in handy, too.

 

 

Although I have noted characters in the End Notes of chapters, a more or less comprehensive list is provided here.


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<<My feelings toward mortals roiled in conflict.>>

Crucial for the development of Samaril, I think. He seems as eager to know them as much as he is devoted to his work. Despite his initial need to withdraw, or more likely to remain kind of unnoticed, it's good to see that he's warming up toward the boy, and he meets a person of great mind, like him in many ways, yet very different. It feels like a kind of challenge for him -- and he accepts it with his usual scientific nerve, but also minding the load of horrible experiences each of them faced in the past.

And I'd like to point out that I deeply love about your characters is that they aren't black and white. They are full of colors, and the palette varies a great deal (I'm fond of panting metaphors, can you tell ;)). It was the same with "The Apprentice" and your portrayal of Annatar. They are complex, excellently rounded, and make me believe like I've known them for a very long time now.

Painting is a wonderful metaphor, and certainly resonates with me, having dabbled a bit myself.  :^D  I compare writing a story to painting frequently.  First, I write a chapter as a sketch.  Then I go back again and again to add texture, erase (as in pruning words), add shade, highlights, etc.  Isilmë was something of a surprise for me in that she walked on stage and blossomed into this strong character, and spawned "Moon of the Sea," which is dormant but not abandoned.  I still have a lot of affection and respect for the great lady.

Thanks so much for the compliments on the characterization.  I find it impossible to view people in our primary world in stark black and white, so that extends to how I see the denizens of Middle-earth/

 

Something I immediately thought of while I was reading this chapter was a "raptor show" I'd seen not so long ago. There were various kinds of birds there, hawks, falcons, eagles and the like, and I stood in awe, stunned at their grace and terrific glory. Once an eagle's wing nealry brushed my shoulder, I thought I'd never come closer to such an amazing creature, and I felt the magic of the sort Samaril discovers here.

A general observation if I may: wildlife is an important part of mythology, legends and folktales, and also the universe that Tolkien gave us, but I don't buy the role he planned for wolves. I know that wolves often personify evil, but I think it's absolutely unfair toward them. There. Please excuse a somewhat unrelated and totally personal opinion.

:)

The "queen's falcons" in Gandalf's Apprentice's "Sword of Elendil" (linked in the story notes) inspired the addition of the peregrines to the story.  I had a pet falcon for a while when I was a kid: an American kestrel named Flügel.  The little guy was a marvelous pet -- very bright and even when he went back to the wild, he returned to our farm with his mate to nest, and would greet us when we came outside.  So I have a soft spot for raptors.

I completely agree on Tolkien's "villainizing" wolves, also marvelous creatures.  I noted something subtle in Fellowship of the Ring recently.  After the wolves attack the Fellowship in the eastern region of Hollin (before they reach the Doors of Durin), Gandalf notes the next day that these were not "ordinary wolves hunting in the wilderness."  So there seems to be a distinction there.

Well, Samaril as a bastion of decorum falls apart...? He tries to be merry and attempts to puts asleep his guilt and memories, but there's no easy way to do so, or without stepping on another's toes, it seems.

I adore the descriptions of Yule; they're vivid and imaginative.

This again comments on the less than realistic implications of LaCE which has a huge contradiction anyway in Finwë who aptly demonstrates that Elves are capable of loving more than one person successively during their long lifetimes.  Of course, JRRT punished Finwë for it.  But like all edicts of this nature, the Laws of the Eldar successfully inflict guilt on their recipients.

On Yule, thanks so much.  I indulge in weaving other folkloric and mythic traditions into my 'verse.  The pagan symbolism of the holly, the ivy and the winter solstice bonfires are among these.   

There, the first step on the path to understanding one another is taken, and I'm touched by the conversation between Samaril and Elerina. I think these two have too much in common to keep them apart :)

Also, there's a more general thought I'd like to share with you, and I agree (again) with what Oshun said in her review about the women in your stories. The universe we as fan-fiction writers explore is populated by strong and interesting male characters while the female ones are either unnamed or given a brief mention (that doesn't apply to a few of them, but still I can see a general pattern). So I'm simply thrilled to see so many very strong, wise and unique women, who aren't only some sorts of decoration or subjects of males' cravings. Of course, there can be tension, solved or unsolved problems that come from it between the characters, but the women in your verse have their say, not only look pretty (or embroider a standard *snort*). And I thank you for making me believe that it might have been as you said it was (OMG, I gape at the last line, wondering if it makes any sense, LOL).

Oh, you're making perfect sense, no worries!

I read Tolkien much differently now than I did 20 plus years ago.  The dearth of women in Tolkien's world is far more striking to me these days, and for me at least, a sparse handful of well-realized female characters like Galadriel and Éowyn do not make up for the lack of others.  In spite of male protagonists, my 'verse is not a boys only club.

Ah, and I thought the hunt scene was that one you mentioned in the notes with a warning. It's always heart-breaking to see (not to mention: to have to) kill an animal, let alone a faithful steed. Isilme deals it with dignity appropriate for a queen. Then, the grief over the losses at the Morannon. Again, the clouds gather...

Well, I know what's going to happen regarding Isilme's memories of Numenor, because I read the next chapter already. I think it's chilling, and very true that the pupil would adopt their mentor's gestures, words, habits etc. This realization, combined with all you've said about Samaril's relationship with Aulendil, makes this scene of death and subsequent ablution, symbolic and very powerful.

Good Lord! Can you hear the loud and frantic *squeeeeee* of my inner paleontology geek? LOL! (Yes, I so wanted to dig up dinosaurs when I was a kid!). I'm very far from believing that the Quendi awoke all clad in silk, eloquent, equipped with beautifully crafted daggers. What I believe is rather an image of them being a sort of Quaternary tribe(s), wearing animal skins; the tribes that had to deal with the mammoth, smilodon and the like species. And then you go almost Erich von Daniken on us, bringing the Hunter and the Maiar (or so I suspect), with the gifts of knowledge and weaponry, to the stage *squeeeeeeeeeee*!

I'll be back with more comments soon. For now, let me just say again: this is a splendid story, and I'm looking forward to continuing my excellent journey very much :D

The succession drama gives the entire story so much depth and realism.  I'm glad that Sam is very much involved in this, he seems to have come out of his shell now, it's good that Laurefin was there to talk some sense into him. I wonder what he will do after witnessing Elerina's "sisterly" spat with her in-law--hopefully nothing rash? 

If I was to compare the meeting with Feanor via the Palantir to anything, I'd say it'd be like one of us -- modern people -- could somehow talk to Leonardo da Vinci, or perhaps Alexander the Great :)

It's a really magnificent chapter. Samaril's repairing the Palantir cost him not only a clash with Master Arindur (and good to see that the Queen supported Samaril), but also a vision which brought the worst of nightmares. Excellently done!

By gods, what a chapter!

The pictures of the siege and the harship the troops had to endure come vividly through Glorfindel's letters. I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to have to live and survive in such horrid circumstances. Of course, Glorfindel is a warrior, though he also shows his inclination toward philosophy, and I love his sense of humor (shits flowers! LMAO! *Golden* flowers!).

Samaril! You little hypocrite, you! On a serious note, his bitterness over Lairiel's happiness has its source in his guilt. In that regard, his attachment to Valandil is simpler, even though causes sorrows of the past to emerge.

By the way, I'd love to take an opportunity to compliment you on the development of Valandil. He is a strong, believable and independent character, whose star shines more brightly with each chapter. At some points, he is like Samaril himself, with his eagerness to learn the craft.

One more thing: the apple cider! Yes, I believe that the Eldar had it in their menu (as well as cheese *wink*).

:D

Beautiful opening line!

Which reminds me that I wanted to comment of the language of the story. I told you that I sometimes feel like I forgot a gazillion things when it comes down to review: the beauty of the language and its accuracy is one of them. It's poetic and descriptve, sometimes -- short and to the point, other times sparks with lovely, thoughtful metaphors.

The reminiscence of Alulendil is chilling. Even if he was defeated, and the people of ME might feel safe (just like the girl in his arms), their safety is anillusion. He'll be back.*shiver*

The reference to Celegorm made me also think fondly about another expert hunter of the First Age :)

Great chapter!

"The wingéd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow"

From death comes life. Very interesting connotations!

It's understandable what Samaril thinks about the Three Rings. And so is Elrond's need to wield Vilya. I'm digging your portrayal of him -- genuinely elvish, but also human, which nicely corresponds with his noble heritage. And his brows aren't constantly drawn together in that grimace of disdain toward Men! Thank you!

A healer of the House of Feanor? Isn't it kind of ironic?

Greensheaf ---> an allusion to Greenleaf, perhaps?

Ok, enough questions, and on a more serious note. This is a fascinating take on Annúminas, from Samaril's memories of Ost-in-Edhil, to a beautiful description of the city, to another great analysis the likeness and differences between the Eldar and the race of Men. But what's the truly heart-breaking is that Samaril will soon share Elrond's experience by biding farewell to a mortal who is dear to his heart.

I love the scene with the merchant :) Though, somehow, I don't think that Samaril will have good news for him.

Life...

I have a huge lump in my throat. I was there when my grandmother died. I was with her for the last half an hour of her life, then she passed away in peace with the world that hadn't been actually the kindest sort of worlds to her. She was 91. Well, I can say a lot about the experience, but I want to point out that in the scene of Isilme's death her love for her husband shines through. She wasn't only a background for the king as we could see a plenty of times (priceless remark about Rhudaur being one example). She was a true queen and the woman whose love gave her wings. Forgive a teary moment.

The falcon flying away to never come back was a beautiful touch.

As always, you mingle the seriousness with humor very well.

Now on to the engine-driven ships, as we can see in the Fall of Gondolin, modern technology and its capabilities as far as bringing mass destruction must have fascinated Tolkien, since he witnessed those terrible things in WWI. You yet again borrow a bit o'canon and forge a whole story behind a slim remark (or sometimes a passage), and give us a great psychological background of Samaril -- his meeting with the keeper of the Palantir is a pure gem in Pande!verse. I think Aulendil is smirking ;)

Brilliant chapter!

Erestor as a servant to Maglor? :) Rhapsy!verse, innit? :)

I love the entire conversation/scene with Glorfindel (ah the mischievous smirks, LOL), when he shows Samaril what he found in Sauron's chambers (the ebony desk and coffee made me grin). But the lamp... Well, that was quite unexpected, even though I did understand why Sauron would keep it. However, it's not comforting, by any means.

I'm quite with Elerina when she says that the lords of Imladris are, well... lordly. No matter how she seems attached to Samaril and how familiar she's with the Fair Folk, there's always something intimidating about them, isn't it?

Lovely, thoughtful chapter.

The succession being tangled is an understatement. I was incredibly grateful for the diagram!

“Because the Andunië hold to the tradition of sons claiming rule like our Eldarin kin did in the most ancient of days.”

*snorts*

And then there are the politics of Umbar entangled with everything else. Middle-earth is a lot more complicated than it appears on the surface. Very little is simple.

And that prophecy… It will be a *long* while before that happens.

“I understand your skepticism, but let me assure you, another spoke through him.” Laurefin looked away, grimacing a little. “I would rather not say who I think it was, but Valandil’s words were not the stuff of madness, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Námo? And *that's* really a creepy thought.

Poor Elerina. She's had a trying day and to end with that accusation…

My plans crystallized at once – hard and jagged like winter’s ice over the river -- and I knew what I must do.

Ah, Sám…

Thanks so much, Indy!  Yes, I figured I'd better add that genealogical diagram.  Keeping the canonical lineage of Elros straight is complicated enough but with OCs and quasi-OCs added into the mix, well, I knew it would make a reader's head spin. 

Although the more canonical might take issue with this kind of scenario, I'm running with the idea that Tolkien wrote that his story is an imaginary history of our own world.  That means humans of Middle-earth will behave as humans do, which also means paternity is not always known.  I love Steel's emerging vision of Umbar and will likely tap into that for the next novel.

Heh.  Yes, it could be Námo speaking through Valandil.  That would indeed be shuddersome.  Or maybe Irmo, the master of dreams.  Either way, I think Laurefin's experiences with the Valar have taught him they are creatures to be respected but feared, too -- at least in my 'verse.

I think I've sketched out the next chapter in its entirety.  It needs some refinement and then Lizard vetting before it goes up here, but we'll find out what Sámaril does then.

Thanks again, Indy!

What a magnificent chapter! Valandil's nightmare was, for lack of a better word, creepy, and it's even more excellent a scene that it was told from the PoV of Samaril -- thumbs up for that!

Ah well, something ends... And with that, there's a big turning point in the lives of your characters. I love the conversation between Elrond and Samaril, and the reference to Maedhros :

The insight into politics in this chapter puts "Les rois maudits" to shame, honestly. And my general observation is that it wasn't so great to be a queen in ME at that (any) time, even though we can't well say that ME was based on the Middle Ages Europe. One couldn't shed a tear properly over the death of her beloved ones, because there was a squad of people who claimed their right to the succession.

Excellently done!

Oh, before I forget. Lindisse... An envious gal. She would like to have an elven "boyfriend" herself, wouldn't she? Come on, lass, you won't be the ME equivalent of Katherine de' Medici. Stop fussing.

And now, dear authoress, be kind and update...? Pls!!!!!!!11111 ;)

Seriously, I'm very eager to see what happens next!

Robinka, I can't adequately express how grateful I am that you tackled this novel-in-progress and during your vacation, too!  Thank you so much for your comments as you read along.  I'm happy enough when folks wander into my 'verse here on the SWG and read, but comments are real gems -- and I never take them for granted.

Steel's vision was absolutely infectious (Her "The Men Who Would be Kings" here on the SWG ties into this chapter) and strengthened the dramatic element considerably.  Yes, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head in Lindissë.  She and Elerína have a very checkered history together, alluded to in an earlier chapter.  I hope to explore the women's rocky relationship through Isilmë's viewpoint in "Moon of the Sea" but the fight -- fueled by too much wine -- was the outcome of some unpleasant history.

I have Chapter 26 sketched out.  Probably will have it up on the Lizard before next weekend. :^)  I'd say I'm 2/3 of the way through the novel now and hope to have it completed by early autumn.

Thanks again for your support and the lovely and lively comments! 

A most excellent chapter! In addition to all the detail on dwarves (*squee*), the reaction of the surgeon to 'being volunteered' makes me chuckle every time:

“What?” Brethilion snapped. “How in blazes did I become an item of barter?

I most eagerly await the next update! Oh yes, I do... :D

Thanks very much, Moreth!  I had only intended to spend one chapter with the Dwarves but now it looks like there will be three total!  I should be able to update this relatively soon.  Between reports and iAngband's illness, I have been thwarted!  Thanks for reading and your patience with my absymally tardy response.

It is understandable that Samaril wanted to depart, and he did so with such a hurry, however (and this is a woman speaking, LOL) he deserves a painful punch in the ribs ;)

But, he'll be back, I'm sure. And the tension lingers...

Well, I love the details of the Dwarvish (Dwarven?) culture, and the fact that it's not only mentioned as seen through Samaril's eyes on a present day, but it is also recalled from his memories --> as usual, Aulendil's priceless remarks, sharp, effective and to the point (as I commented at the LC). And I like the healer of Lórien too. LOL! He is a great side character. Like those supporting characters in a movie that steal the show that's the stars' domain :)

Awesome chapter! Thank you :D

And thank you for the much appreciated comments, Robinka!

Heh. Yes, Sámaril is none too suave, and I certainly shook my head at his behavior, but he has his flaws. 

These side characters just spring up and some start begging for their own stories.  They're pests, I tell you!  But Brethilion will be here in all 3 chapters that take place in Moria, and I do believe that Surgical Steel will be borrowing him, too.

As for Aulendil, he might just serve as the author's mouthpiece.  Maybe. :^D

(Sorry it took such a ghastly long time for me to reply!) 

 

 

First of all - Brethilion. *claps hands and barks like a seal* I love him. I think I've met him. Certainly I shall have to work him into a future episode involving a certain mortal surgeon with a relatively new BKA and a very cool new prosthesis. I love his 'all I want is a drink after the journey and now I'm having to mop up someone else's mess.' And he makes the 'black as a female Orc's cleft' sound repulsively lascivious, but he was in Mordor as a surgeon for a while, and I wonder if he might've actually treated a few Orcs while he was there.

And that speculation in my sleep-deprived state makes me remember jodancingtree's 4th Age Orcs who weren't entirely evil. But I digress.

His wife taking off for the Havens with everything of value sounds unpleasantly like what's happened to other surgeons I know. Poor guy. I like him, though. :)

Samaril can be a bit of a dick sometimes, can't he? I understand, I really do - but I wouldn't have blamed Elerina if she'd smacked him. His farewell to Valandil, though - he really has become a father to that boy, whether anyone wants to admit it or not.

And this bit:

The male and female principles must be balanced for life to be ordered. You and I may operate in a man’s world, but never discount the power and importance of women.

*stands up and applauds*

I'll go back to squeeing like a squeeful thing now. :D

I'm so glad you like Brethilion.  He's being set up for a visit to the Steel!verse, of course.  At Darth's suggestion, "female orc's cleft" has been changed to "orc's cunny" which is even more lascivious (and I am sure Brethilion means it to sound that way, knowing him -- he likes to try to shock Sámaril, I think), my bet is that he indeed treated some of the Enemy's troops, including orcs.  In the Pandë!verse, orcs are not entirely evil and are in fact human, if "modified" by Morgoth from their origins (not from Elves but from Men -- or rather ancestors of Men -- with a nod to "Myths Transformed").  The Lauderdale's orcs are also fascinating folk with their own distinct culture and also not truly evil even if they're brutal.

Sámaril can definitely be a dick!   In my 'verse, immortality does not confer perfect behavior to the Elves.  They're flawed. But you knew that.

I'm afraid that authorial voice tends to slip out of Aulendil's mouth now and then. ;^)

Thanks again for the comments and also for the feedback on Brethilion. 

 

 

 

Oy-- Brethelion is a piece of work, isn't he? (Though he does have reason to be annoyed.)

The scene with Val was touching, especially since Sám is making a promise that he may not always be able to fulfill.

We are of different kinds with different fates, but strange fates have afflicted those of the Firstborn and the Followers who have become too close. Better to avoid such things, my lady.

Ouch. He's just hurting her more at a time when she needs him.

You're building in the slow revealing of who is who very well. :D

“It’s likely he did,” I said, not adding that it was equally likely that Sauron had, too.

Which begs the question: did Sauron sense the sleeping Balrog?

Eccentricities? I think that's somewhat of an understatement…

Now that's interesting about Dwarf-women! I'd never have thought of that. :)

Thanks a million for the comments, Indy, and my apologies for the long delay in a response.

Brethilion is turning out to be a distinctive character, and he'll appear in the next two pending chapters, too.  I hear that Steel may borrow him as well. 

Sámaril is not always a gracious guy, especially when he's distressed.  As Isilmé noted earlier, sometimes he's blunt.  Too blunt.

Yep, I'm not inclined to hit anyone over the head with the precise interconnections of certain characters, even if it takes multiple fics to do so! :^D  As for Sauron sensing the balrog?  Oh, stay tuned.  Stay tuned!  And more Dwarvish goodies will be forthcoming.

Thanks again! 

This is shaping up to be an even better story than "The Apprentice" was - which is saying a lot.  Poor Samaril - drawn to Mortals but simultaneously partially crippled by his feelings of guilt for the harms he feels he's caused him.  Not an easy state to be in!  Right now I just want to shake some sense into him - but of course running away is easier than facing those uncomfortable feelings Isildur's widow is stirring up in him.

"This is shaping up to be an even better story than "The Apprentice" was..."

And that is high praise!  Thanks so much for continuing to read Sámaril's continuing saga,Ithilwen.   Like all the Elves in my 'verse, whether they lived in First Age Beleriand or Fourth Age Eriador, Sámaril is flawed.  The way I see it, immortality does not confer perfection in human beings.  Maybe perspective, but not perfection. ;^) I certainly shook my head when he took that tactic with Elerína. 

Thanks again for reading and for the compliments...and my sincere apologies for the long delay in replying. 

 

I started to list each and every one of the different things that I liked – er, correction, loved – about this chapter.  But, not only was the list embarrassingly long, but it also began to bleed into the many things that I love about the work as a whole.  I have this sense, although you may not have intended this to be so, that Samaril is beginning to return to life in this story.  In the beginning, he seemed a little distant, almost muffled, as if events were happening to him from a distance.  But he seems to awaken a little more with each chapter and so he seems very present and more in touch with his own emotions (although perhaps he is still a little slow to recognize the consequences of them and the feelings of others?). I think that this is a very realistic portrait of a person attempting to confront a great trauma and I am impressed that you write it so realistically and sensitively. 

But I greatly appreciated your account of political intrigue in the establishment of the kingdoms of Gondor and Arnor and the introduction of the clever lady from Arnor.  The personal is very political here, and I love it.  I also absolutely loved your depiction of Elerina; she’s quite a lady and I think Sam may underestimate her a little, but I’m glad he’s trying to be considerate of her, even if he’s going about it in a rather misguided way.  And, oh, Valandil;  I'm a little distressed about this little one; poor child, he's got quite a load to bear.

 

Thanks so much for the compliments, Lilith!  This wasn't altogether an easy chapter to write, and with the poliitcal intrigue, it could have spun out of control.  Steel and I had nattered about it so that helped.  

I'm incredibly gratified that you've noted Sámaril's emergence from his protective elvish carapace -- the shell he created to protect himself from further pain and to insulate himself from difficult changes.  Valandil and Elerína are both in their different ways drawing him out. 

When reading The Disaster of the Gladden Fields in Unfinished Tales, I was struck by how devastating this must have been, not least of all to Valandil.

Thanks again, Lilith, and my apologies for the long time I took to respond.   

As I read this, I kept (you already know I can't think in my own words and have to borrow those of others) thinking of Lewis Carroll and his comment about his Alice  "And still she haunts me."  

It seems that Sam can't escape Sauron and his legacy and that's perhaps one of the most true and difficult parts of this story.  I doubt anyone who'd encountered a person of such magnetism, gifts and flaws would ever really be able to escape that legacy though I hope that anyone who had and that Sam will come to terms and be at peace with it.

I loved the take on the dwarves and their evolution.  It's a fascinating notion and one that is wonderfully intriguing with its implications in terms of how other peoples might evolve in M-E.  I loved, loved, the Moria Venus; I did cheer a little when Sam saw her.

Brethillion is marvelous, quite endearingly cantankerous.  And, dear me, Sam really does not know what to do about Elerina at all, does he?