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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First, please accept my apologies for the absymally long time it took for me to respond to your lovely and most welcome comments.  Thank you very much for these.  Yes, Sauron left his mark on Sámaril (and others) indelibly.  Sám will not escape it, but as the story continues, we'll see what he learns and how he deals with it.   Also coming in later chapters, I think we'll see the reason for Sám's boorish behavior toward Elerína, even if he isn't excused.  

I'm so pleased that you liked Brethilion.  He'll make reappearances in the next two chapter (3, including this one, will take place in Moria -- darned place really got hold of me) and keep your eyes peeled for more Dwarven Venuses!

Thanks again for your comments and loyal readership!

 

 

 

Electroplating in Middle earth - I love it!  (I bet they had batteries, too.  So THAT's what powered their lamps!)

Samaril's observations of the Dwarves are great. It's ironic, though, that in running away from one uncomfortable situation he walks right into another; I shuddered at Durin's request for another Ring.

Thanks muchly, Ithilwen!  Durin's unnatural aging and the request for another Ring just flowed from head to keyboard.  The electroplating bits were a lot of fun to write and presented my favorite kind of challenge: how to convey scientific and engineering concepts using terms fitting with Middle-earth.  The older names for chemicals like blue vitriol and white vitriol were a nifty find.

Sámaril will face another rather uncomfortable situation when he finally is allowed to go after the mithril ore.

Thanks again, and I'm so glad you're enjoying this! 

I love the way the Rings work on Dwarves in this - the hint that they don't turn into wraiths, but their lifespan's been extended past the ability of cellular repair mechanisms to cope, and so they end up with major organ systems slowly shutting down.

The piles - hee. I somehow just don't see Dwarves as being big veggie eaters, so yep, that might well be a problem for them.

The description of the sauna both made me jealous and made me LOL. A sauna would be such a wondrous thing up here in the winter - but the columns? That made me laugh.

I really love Brethilion's enthusiasm for his work. Love that a lot.

This was a fun chapter, and I'm looking forward to more!

I'm having more fun with the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm than I had anticipated.  You know how I like to stir the canonical pot and poking at the Dwarves with the ladle entertains me as did Darth's suggestions about Dwarven masculine motifs.   Arguably, the Dwarves might have dried fruits and grains available, but it strikes me that these might not be abundant.  JRRT never said what the Rings of Power did to the Dwarves other than increase their desire for gold, and that the fortitude of the Dwarves made them able to resist their effects including extension of their life.  However, I am being canon-definant here (how unusual) and inferring that the "preserving" properties of the rings extend the Dwarven life span but do not turn them into wraiths.

Brethilion really has taken on a life of his own, hasn't he?

Thanks so much for reading, the support and the consultation!  Glad you are enjoying this tome!

As I told Steel, I'm defying canon here in that JRRT wrote (IIRC) that the Rings of Power did not extend the Dwarven life span.  Personally, I found that to be a bit illogical, given what the Rings of Power do to Men and Hobbits, so I tossed it out the window.

This chapter was a lot of fun to write, and thanks so much for the comments.  Be assured that Sámaril and Elerína will meet again, but Sám has to get that mithril first.  So stay tuned!

Well, I found myself nodding very often while reading this chapter. Why? Oh, because I agree with many concepts you have included here, and... boy! I enjoyed the whole thing :D

Dwarven cuisine: probably the things closest to fruit/vegetable in their menu were bread (or porridge), beer and honey -- I can't imagine Dwarves being very fond of vegetables.

The technology Samaril introduces: fascinating! Nuff said ;)

Regarding the Ring: it's really sad to see someone reduced to some sort of a puppet -- and Durin perfectly realizes what the ring has done to him, and yet he asks for more rings (I suppose it's yet another shade of the influence).

Samaril's reaction to trying the snow after the sauna -- completely understandable! Hehehe!

Great stuff, Pande! Thank you. I'm looking forward to reading more.

Thanks a million for reading and the comments, Binka!  It may well be that the Dwarves have access to dietary fiber through grains, but I have to confess to waving that away because of wanting to give Brethilion that line about Dwarven-piles. ;^)

Canonically speaking, Durin should not have an extended life span due to the ring (but when have dictates of canon ever stopped me? :^D) but I do acknowledge JRRT's stance that the Dwarves were too darned tough to be controlled easily by Sauron.  So Durin IV as I see him at once knows he is enthralled by the power that the ring gives him to amass wealth, but also knows the price he pays.  I would like to imagine that Durin IV's heir and advisors, upon seeing his decripitude, might subsequently make it a custom or law that the ring-bearer must pass along the jewel to his son or nephew at a more "natural age" and then die as the result of a natural aging process.

I'm not sure how much the sauna added to the progress of the narrative, but it was too darned fun to resist writing.

Thanks again, Binka, and readers like you give me the impetus to forge ahead with this tome. :^) 

Enthusiasm for fly fishing and building fly rods and dragging other people into his enthusiasms. Now Aulendil's reminding me of my Dad! Not much apart from that, but still... in the lighter moments of 'The Apprentice' he was reminding me of my thesis supervisor which felt very strange indeed.

Thanks so much for reading and for the comments, Aiwen!  I have to confess that this was one of my favorite chapters to write.   Canonically speaking, Sauron has distinctly human characteristics of which Tolkien allows the reader very brief glances.  I take those hints and expand them: in the Pandë!verse, a Maia cannot just assume human form without becoming...human.  Or at least largely human (or whatever corporealization they assume).   Thus my Sauron compartmentalizes his life like many humans do; he may remind readers of a beloved figure at times.  Keep in mind that some of the worst despots of our primary world have also compartmentalized their lives while doing some really horrific things (Pol Pot, Stalin, for example).  

Given that Aulendil in "The Apprentice" takes some of his characteristics from one of the professors on my doctoral thesis committee -- and that the whole master-apprentice-journeyman thing was deliberately written to resemble the major professor-grad student-postdoc relationships, complete with thesis defense -- I'm not at all surprised that Aulendil reminds you of your thesis advisor. :^D 

Other than fishing on lakes in northern Minnesota and Wisconsin with my father and older brother when I was a kid (and not enjoying it), I'm not what you'd call a sports-fishing type, but the idea of fly-casting entrances me.  My great-uncle -- the fish and game warden of a northern Wisconsin county -- often went fly fishing in the Peshtigo River (from my childhood memories, a beautiful river), which inspired the river where Aulendil and Sámaril fish.

 

*shudders* I agree with Brethilion-- more rings are the last thing they need.

Love the sauna scene-- it does seem Dwarven. And the motif made me snicker.

After rolling over several times, I stood and ran back to the door, but before I entered the tunnel, I turned and looked up at the sapphire blue sky and then down at the land –- lost Eregion -- that faded away into the West.

Poor Sám…

The electroplating process makes me very curious as to how the Elves use batteries, if at all, and what other technologies they know about but use quietly or not at all.

Wonderful chapter!

Thanks so much, Indy, for reading and for the comments!  Although I have long known that Sámaril would go to Khazad-dûm to seek mithril (giving a nod to the past interactions of the Elves of Eregion with the Dwarves), I didn't know this is where it would take me.

In the Pandë!verse, there are probably very few elven-craftsmen left in Middle-earth who know of, let alone apply, this particular kind of curwë.  Other Elves might look at it with suspicion because of its association with Sauron.  With regard to the blue Noldorin lamps, I favor some sort of magically-enhanced (cue Arthur C. Clarke's 3rd Law) bioluminiscence as the light source, not a lithium battery.;^)

Well, I've finally been able to catch up with your marvelous story and I don't think there will be many things review#123 can add. Anyway, the things I struck me (but not these only ones, the details are so rich that it's difficult to choose or even remember the ones that impressed me the most):

the wealth of the cultural fabric, Elvish and Mannish and now Dwarvish. These socities are so realistically protrayed, so full of meaningful details

the way time and memory works for Elves: Sámaril's vivid recollections are just natural to a Noldor not a stylistic flashback

characters: all of them but I will pick Thornangor   because he has all the elements that make Elves irresistible (at least to this mortal) but he's far from an angel (making him even more irresitible). Of course, Aulendil who has lost none of his power (it says a lot about him, the meticulous order he keeps in his desk even in Barad-Dur) and the female characters (Isilmë is my favourite) with all their cults and complicated family stories

 This is really a great story. I can't wait for the mithril ore and what will come after. My most heart felt congratulations

Thanks a million, Angelica!  What a lovely surprise to find that you have been reading this tome!  Your comments truly gratify me because they indicate that what I wish to convey is coming across to the reader.  I am especially squeeful regarding your remark on the perception of time and memory in the elves.  I suppose you will not be surprised to know that I have given thought to the differences in neurocognition between elvish and mortal races and have attempted to apply this.   I look at something JRRT wrote, for example that elves had vivid memory, and then think of the biological consequences of that.

These supporting characters are irresistible to write and yes, I like Thorno a great deal, too.  I have a plot bunny in mind which goes back to Thorno's youth in Ost-in-Edhil.  And eventually I'll get back to Isilmë in Moon of the Sea.  I have a lot of affection for her, too.

Thanks again!  The draft of the next chapter is in the works. 

How much do I love this chapter!

I love how much Brethilion seems like a real surgeon - even down to the personality, worrying about a patient, questioning whether he can help them, but secure enough in his own skill to forge ahead. Wonderful!

Sam's forging ahead - that's not prompted by such a benign cause, though. He's greedy for that mithril, and damn near gets himself into some horrendous trouble. The conversation with the 'shadow' is chilling, and Sam's desperation to escape is palpable.

Melamire and her father being frightened of it, too - well, that gives us a few hints!

And the final dream sequence with Elerina, that was just lovely!

I loved this!

Thanks so much, Steel, not only for the kind words but also for critical feedback.  You certainly help add realism to Brethilion. :^)

My impression from reading Tolkien's writings is that mithril was highly valued among many of the peoples of Middle-earth, so it seems reasonable to assume it was coveted and not just by the Dwarves.  As you know, i don't view the Elves as being particularly lofty and noble, but just as prone to greed and pride as their mortal equivalents *cough* Thingol and the Silmaril *cough*.   Sám may call up Valandil as his reason for desiring the ore so intensely, but I think his pride in his craftsmanship demands a high quality ore and I have to wonder if he wants to set aside an ingot for his own treasury.

"Melamire and her father being frightened of it, too - well, that gives us a few hints!"

Heh.  Yeah, I'm soooo subtle, right? ;^)

Thanks again! 

 

What a lively chapter. Really appreciated the childbirth and medical elements--Durin's heir is a great touch. Also liked Sámaril's sense of the unknown evil hiding deep in the earth and the flashback relating to it. That is really a great extrapolation of canon. Need to read the whole thing again more slowly to savor it. I raced through it for the fun of seeing the story move forward.

Thanks so much, Oshun!  The chapter is probably more lively than it should be by all rights. Each one of those scenes could have been fleshed out more fully, but eeesh...at the risk of adding three or four more chapters?  That is too daunting for me with this already unwieldy beast!

"That is really a great extrapolation of canon."

Many thanks again!  Such extrapolation is my modus operandi. :^) 

I finally had a chance to begin to read this wonderful story I've heard so much about. I've been eager to have a quiet moment to begin it. It was well worth the wait! I have to say, I am for sure hooked now. I loved Smaril's ineractions with Elendil, isildur, and isildur's sons. Your descriptions of them are so vivid and masterfully written. I especially enjoyed Samaril's interactions wih the artifacts. I am very much intruiged and eager to read more. And of course you had to leave me with a cliffhanger!

Wonderful opening that grabs the reader righ from the beginning. Your desriptions of places, people, and objects are truly art. They always make my fingers itch to pick up my paints or my colored pencils, really. Beautifully done, my friend.

 P.S. I don't buy that Elendil was 8 feet tall either. I too felt like his height was exxagerated through myth, so I'm glad to see others taking that into consideration also.

Oh, thanks so much, Roisin!  I'm glad you're taking a chance on this beast!  And I am truly honored by your kind words.

"They always make my fingers itch to pick up my paints or my colored pencils, really."

Heh.  You can always sew something. :^D

Yep, I can buy Elendil being close to 7 feet tall, give or take.  As Rhapsy pointed out, the Dutch are a very tall people, but 8 feet tall is dancing around glandular disorders. 

I enjoyed Samaril's interactions with Valandil. I had my suspicions that the child was Valandil, but I enjoyed this portion of the chapter very much. The bits of humor you wove into this are great, like Samaril wondering if the child had wet himself. Oh how horrible for Samail to lose a wife and child! No doubt Valandil would bring bck memories, and painul ones at that. Well played, and again, another masterfully written chapter.

Thanks muchly, Roisin! 

"Oh how horrible for Samail to lose a wife and child!"

In my 'verse (and this is just extrapolation from Tolkien's writings), the fall of Ost-in-Edhil was devastating for the Elves.  Sámaril recounts some of this in the last chapter of The Apprentice and I anticipate more from other perspectives in forthcoming work. I think I'm going to be at this for a while, but The Elendilmir, based on my outline, is past the half-way mark now.

Thanks again! 

I am very behind on reading, but I stole some time and sat down for my treat! Including a steaming cup of tea (while my husband informs me of all the chores to do). :)

 Samaril surely has enough distraction throughout the day and such wonderful ponderings on the nature of the dwarves and observations. It leaves me to ponder how much (perhaps also frustration or own ideology) Aulë poured into this race and if Yavanna when given the chance would have created a race that would be the exact opposite (makes you ponder how they would do in a marriage counseling session). I am getting way to distracted here.

This bit caught my breath:

After rolling over several times, I stood and ran back to the door, but before I entered the tunnel, I turned and looked up at the sapphire blue sky and then down at the land –- lost Eregion -- that faded away into the West.

 And ah, you are really going to break my heart if you will ever write this huh?

 of the Nírnaeth Arnoediad that had claimed the lives of so many including Culinen’s mother and her unborn child who would have been Culinen’s brother.

What a wonderful chapter to read, to read your writing is  my way of escapism.

Oh, oh what a wonderful chapter! Wowie! Now again you give us much to think about, especially about the creature that lies so deep and awakens when matter is mined. It leaves me to think that it is longing to find brethren, those who have been touched/changed by a creature like Melkor and in some extent it feels so melancholic, as if it misses being part of the Music, a connection with the Allfather himself. After all the music cannot only consist of beauty... okay, I have a muse here popping up now. Better shut up!

Thanks so much, Rhapsy, for your kind words here and for Chapter 27, too!  I aim to make my readers' synapses snap, crackle and pop. :^D  The "nameless fear" that the Dwarves awoke has always intrigued me so he (she?) made an appearance here.

"After all the music cannot only consist of beauty..."

I'll put in a plug for Aearwen's Along Came a Spider.  That's an outstanding example of this.

"okay, I have a muse here popping up now."

Have Celegorm tuck the muse away for future reference. (after NaNo maybe?)

Thanks again!

Again, what a beautifully-written installment.  As always, I greatly enjoy reading about Samaril's adventures and I was delighted to see that his creatrix has recovered from her extended and productive journey with the DM.  

I don't think there's a weak link in this piece and there are too many wonderful things to enumerate.  But, watch me, I'll manage a few.  I think Brethilion is such a marvelous character, and, though I haven't Steel's first-hand knowledge, I find his concern for his patient and his worries about his own abilities (and the expectations of his patient and her family) to be very real.  I'm also fascinated by the continued discussion of the unique physiology of Dwarf women.

Your depiction of Samaril and his concern about the fascination of the Dwarves with mithril, one he can identify because he himself shares it, though to a lesser degree (no doubt because he's a Noldo who's been burned, so to speak) is marvelous and your discussion of the shadow he senses is, as Oshun mentioned, a wonderful addition to canon.

As you might guess, I'm fascinated by the creature's identification with Sam and wonder more about his heritage.  Is the shadow perhaps mistaking Sam and Mel herself for someone else or something else?  Or having felt someone else in the deeps, does he feel their similarity and then identify them with him?

I also wonder about Mel and her father -- his fear and his curiosity and her desire to ensure that he does not sense the creature a second time (but if she and Sam do, how does he not?).  How much does Mel suspect about his character and nature?  Not his identity, I suppose, but she certainly seems to know him well, at least well enough to guess at some of his flaws.  I suspect, however, that she is simply worried that his curiosity might result in his being harmed and, while I think she's right about that in the sense that I think his quest for knowledge has led him into trouble in the past.  In this case, I think that he might also be concerned about what the creature might recognize and reveal. 

Thank you so much, Lilith!  I always find your comments stimulating and these are no different.

Although I'm glad I went on the extended and productive journey with the DM (and this was certainly beneficial for further development of the character as I see him), it left me thrashed.  But it helps (I hope) tie into what is unfolding in the retrospectives of The Elendilmir.   The Dwarves of the Pandë!verse are still a bit mysterious to me, and I can't tell you how tempting it would be to immerse myself with them for a while.  But onward, onward with this unwieldy beast!

And now for the questions!  Because the story is first person POV from Sám.s perspective, we don't see a lot that's under the surface of the other characters, but we will in the future novel/novellas.  But I'll address as much as I can here without resorting to blatant spoilage. :^)

"Is the shadow perhaps mistaking Sam and Mel herself for someone else or something else?  Or having felt someone else in the deeps, does he feel their similarity and then identify them with him?"  The shadow can't specifically identify who he (or she!) senses; s/he perceives something in all three that resonates with him/her.

"I also wonder about Mel and her father -- his fear and his curiosity and her desire to ensure that he does not sense the creature a second time (but if she and Sam do, how does he not?)."

Oh, he knows it's there all right, and he can shove the presence aside.  He's had practice. :^)  But I think Mélamírë is more concerned about getting grilled (as in questioned) about her escapade and where and what she sensed.  He tends to be...controlling.  Although she doesn't know his motives are for such curiosity (other than the characteristic scientific inquisitiveness), he's not altogether sure where the thing is trapped and doesn't like not knowing.

"How much does Mel suspect about his character and nature?  Not his identity, I suppose, but she certainly seems to know him well, at least well enough to guess at some of his flaws."

Mel and her mother are aware of the general part of his nature (that incorporated within the human form is another) but not the specific part, that is, the identity.  See Footnote 7 of "The History of Galadriel and Celeborn" Unfinished Tales.  I derive some of my interpretation from that.  No one really knew the source of Teh Evii™ and the character made sure to keep those sides separate.  For us, the readers, the viewpoint is clear because we know the history.  For those immersed in the (alternate) history, flaws may appear to be just that...flaws.  Plenty around her have similar ones. Also, there's the very human capacity for denial of disturbing characteristics in a loved one and/or the tolerance of eccentricities in a brilliant person. 

"I suspect, however, that she is simply worried that his curiosity might result in his being harmed"

I think she doesn't want to be subjected to intense questions when she does in fact feel rather awful.   

"In this case, I think that he might also be concerned about what the creature might recognize and reveal."

And if you asked him, he'd say that is a spot-on assessment!

Heh.  Well, your comments were thought-provoking.  Obviously. :^D  Thanks again, Lilith! 

Oooh, a new chapter! The passing of time is done so well over the past chapters, as a reader I also was thinking 5 to 6 years, has it been that long? However, it does makes sense to me that it would take that long for the dwarves to master such skills.

And oh, or master elven surgeon, he missed his calling hehe, he smells an opportunity for fame when he sees one *snicker* Poor poor Valka and bad bad Sam, how could he utter  Elirina's name when he kisses another? It is a pattern that repeats itself... yes Sam, it does! First with the Silvan lady...

Before I finish this ramble: The divided fates... yeah my nano muse snorted and is rebelling, perhaps I should entertain that muse. Thanks so much for updating, I had the chance to sit down for it immediately and it was once again such a treat!

 

Thanks so much for having a read so quickly and for the always welcome compliments!  Yes, time has passed, but not quite 5-6 years.  We'll find out in the next chapter (which is under draft).  Sámaril is hopelessly smitten, and he's more than a little inebriated when kissing Valka (hence that name slips out), but the cultural divide (longevity)  between Man and Elf does cause problems for him.  Plus he suffers that residue of guilt from the young mortal woman in Tharbad to whom he gave a ring. However, he's approaching a decision point.  Stay tuned!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I loved the detail of the figurine -- the talisman to bring good fortune, which Sam needs, doesn't he? The Dwarven goddess of love (and it so reminds me of your other story, "Moon of the Sea", with the beliefs followed by the women of Numenor) may bring luck to a Noldorin smith, why not :)

Loved Brethilion's reaction to the gifts he received for his help, LOL! Loved the moment when Sam and Brethilion bade each other farewell.

Oh, and the kiss :) Here we go again ;) Good luck, Sam, next time!

Great stuff! Thank you.

Oh, thank you, thank you, Binka!  I'm so glad you enjoyed this latest chapter.  I have to admit I had a lot of fun writing it. :^)

The recent discovery of the Venus of Hohle Fels inspired that Dwarven fertility figure. In the Pandë!verse, Men, Dwarves, Elves, Hobbits, and Orcs (and probably Trolls, too) share common descent so I'm wondering if that talisman may very well be something gleaned from an ancient ancestral memory before Aulë started tweaking the human genome. ;^)

Another wonderful chapter!

Brethilion continues to amuse me mightily. Asking Samaril if he'd worked with quicksilver was hilarious - and the scalp massage and braiding? Well, there's nothing quite like a scalp massage or having someone else fix your hair for you to make you feel very pampered. I don't blame him for not wanting to take the chance of ending up anywhere even remotely close to his not-quite-ex-wife, either.

The dildos were inspired. They do say that what's sacred to one culture may well be profane in another, and I think that's sort of what you've managed to convey here. Your Dwarves really emphasize things masculine to the point of making them almost sacred and to the occasional detriment of the race - the columns carved to resemble gigantic phalluses in the saunas exemplify this, as do the women with their bearded chins and narrow pelvises.

Samaril's 'oh please don't go there' reaction to the fact that Galadriel owns a number of these - well, that made me LOL. His encounter with the young Dwarf-woman - and her 'who's Elerina?' Well. My, my, my.

And the figurine at the end - as much as your Dwarves seem to be enthralled by the male principle, it seems that some, at least, exalt the female.

Wonderful as always!

Ack!  My apologies for the belated response! 

I'm so glad you like Brethilion.  He's been fun to write with his distinctive characteristics.  At some point, I'd like to step back to the First Age and look at his history with the House of Caranthir.  And of course, I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll do with him in the Serindë!verse.  

I must give credit to Darth Fingon for egging me on with these elements of the masculine among the Dwarves, that is, these are otugrowths of off-the-radar conversations we had about the "physical anthropology" of the Dwarves.  If Tolkien decided that their women had beards and that they were difficult to distinguish from Dwarven men (among outsiders at least) then one might ask why that is and what is the impact of such on their society?  So I did.

I'm thinking that the Dwarves may have some heavy-duty fertility rituals that are holdovers from their very ancient beginnings.

Thanks so much for reading and the comments!  I'm glad you liked this chapter which was tremendous fun for me to write. 

Splutters with laughter at the idea of Brethilion selling off his sex-toys for ready cash ;P If Durin finds out there will be a 'diplomatic incident'...

Also a nice layering of dwarven culture with the mother-figure statue. And bearded too :) I liked the scene between Sámaril and Valka, showing people are people the whole world over. Yes, indeed!

Ha!  Yes, Brethilion's overjoyed, isn't he?  He needn't worry about a diplomatic incident.  I'm 99% certain Durin knows that Brethilion will sell these.  After all, Dwarves will understand how important material wealth is.

Glad you enjoyed this chapter!  It was great fun to write.  And thanks muchly.

You've written very interesting stuff on Dwarven culture and Moira, I hope we'll read more of it in the future? If not here, then elsewhere?  ;-)

I enjoyed the interaction of Brethilion and Sam, specially when the former threatens to lop off something valuable
to our favorite Istyar. The descent to the lower levels and what Sam felt/interacted with there had me on the edge
of my seat. Mole queens indeed!  The disembodied voice was really creepy and I'm thinking that maybe it is Sam's
unique heritage that draws it to him. The connection with his former teacher came in handy in this scene.

Sam's flashback scene was also a treat to read.  ;-)

It's about time Sam faces Elerina again. I wonder how the talisman from Valka will aid him (if ever). Sam is simply my favorite multi-racial leading man.  ;-)

The Dwarve's generous gift to Brethilion was both naughty and nice--hope we see him again, preferrably in his new luxury talan.  ;-)

Noldor pride dies hard here, particularly the pride of an Elven-smith in his affinity with the deep-delving dwarves; but Samaril's mention of the Sindar Elves' disdain is a lovely brief nod to the long and frequently violent differences between Sindar/Noldor and the Dwarves themselves.  A nice reference to history, brief enough to inform the chapter but not long enough to bog it down.

Loved Valka's gift to Samaril, and the mention of Finrod's legacy to the dwarves (did the necklace evoke a flashback to Two Trees-era Valinor).  And Sammy played matchmaker between Valka and Ragni; excellent!

Good chapter.

Thanks so much, Raksha!  I have always found the cultural schisms that Tolkien drew amongst the tribes of Elves to be fascinating (and evidence that the Firstborn are as human as mortal Men albeit with an especially striking difference) so it's something which I reference now and again in The Elendilmir.  I'm glad it's not heavy-handed here.

The connection of Láki's house to Finrod just popped up as I was writing, and recalling that Finrod had brought many items with him to Middle-earth (and appeared to give them to others) inspired the gem.  Yes, it's meant to give Sám that brief vision of Valinor.

I kind of hate to leave Khazad-dûm (I quickly became fond of Valka), but I hope to bring Mélamírë back there so I expect to see more Dwarves then. 

Thanks again! 

Yet another chapter full of great material! Loved the description of Samaril's return to Rivendell, and of Valandil's eagerness to see him again.

Elrond's reaction - well, I can't say that I blame him. Having Isildur's last remaining son practicing dangerous mental arts has to have rattled him more than a little bit.

Samaril's misplaced jealously is entirely understandable, and I loved the conversation between him and Laurefin - and I look forward to a clearing of the air between him and Elerina!

Wonderful as usual! :D

Thanks so much, Steel, for the kind words.  Elrond's reaction might seem harsh to some, but putting it in context, I see him as being rightly protective of his young kinsman.  Sámaril is a bit of a reactive type :^), isn't he?  I don't buy into the notion that the Firstborn were all serene and controlled. Laurefin has his own issues, but that's another story. :^)

Thanks again!

I love the "heart to heart" talk with Glorfindel -- it's something Sam needed to sort out his own feelings, and what a wonderful glimpse at Glarfindel's past in your !verse :D It also touches a few hmmm... "controversies" -- I tend to think that the Eldar weren't far from loving twice, thrice, and so on, in a lifetime, especially when you have eternity to enjoy, no? ;) Besides, I also think that there were quite a few more relationships between the Edain and the Eldar, more than the Prof. happened to mention, you get the idea. So I guess, the whole thing isn't as hopeless as Sam thought it was.

Fascinating stuff, as always. I was hoping to read an update, and this feels like a Christmas gift :D Thanks!

Looking forward to seeing the next part.