Pyrrhic Wedding: Loss All Around by Himring

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Summary:

The future of her ladies-in-waiting becomes a counter in the marital conflict between Tar-Ancalime and her estranged husband Hallacar. Hallacar shames Tar-Ancalime into permitting them to marry. We are allowed to assume that they all were unreservedly grateful for this opportunity. But were they?

Now added: A second chapter from Ancalime's POV for the International  Day of Femslash: Loss All Around

Major Characters: Original Character(s), Tar-Ancalimë

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Drama, General

Challenges: Akallabêth in August, Fifth Birthday Celebration, International Day of Femslash

Rating: Teens

Warnings: Mature Themes

Chapters: 2 Word Count: 731
Posted on 12 August 2010 Updated on 19 July 2014

This fanwork is complete.

Pyrrhic Wedding

A lady-in-waiting and her newly wedded husband speaking

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‘You are not eating anything.’

‘How can I eat? I have betrayed my queen. And for what?

My parents considered you a good match—and I wished to be a compliant daughter. My friends considered you handsome—and I wished to be seen to be successful. You seemed to admire me—and I was flattered. I thought I saw a grey hair in the mirror and was afraid. But for all that, I hardly know you!

But my queen, who showed me kindness, who accorded me honour! See where she sits, the great Tar-Ancalime, pale and frowning, humiliated by her own husband! If she was not always gracious to him, does he not still owe her allegiance as both queen and wife? And did not I, even more than he, owe her obedience and gratitude?

How can I eat, when my queen does not? Each morsel chokes me, every sip burns in my throat. Oh, forgive me, forgive me, what I said to you just now was cruel and unthinking. But my queen, my queen…!’

‘Faeleth, it is true, the humbled pride of our queen is not a good thing to see and her displeasure a heavy price to pay for your hand. But I cannot regret the bargain, not yet—not until I hear you say that you have come to know me well and still believe that this day held no compensation for its losses. But let us withdraw as soon as we can without being noticed. Hallacar’s costly victory needs no witnesses…’

Loss All Around

Ancalime's POV

For the International Day of Femslash--but I hesitate to label this even as "mild sexual content"

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She is leaving, with her new husband.

Go not from me, Faeleth!

She arises from her chair in her rich yellow damask wedding dress, cheeks pale under her delicately tinted skin—no morsel of the wedding feast has passed her lips—she softly places her hand in her husband’s palm and lets him lead her out, turns back once to me, at the door, her eyes swimming with tears…

Oh, Faeleth.

I discouraged my maids from wedding. At first, it was done in good faith—or as good faith as I knew how. They seemed so young! So much to do, to see, to learn—and all their families encouraged them to do was to catch the eye of a suitable husband. Their friends, too! Tittering about the charms of this male and that behind their painted fans, egging each other on, little guessing how the yoke chafes when your husband and you are not suited…

I knew much, then, already about how the yoke chafes. I could not even imagine, then, that a couple could truly suit for long. The great romance of my mother and my father had failed miserably. My own marriage had never even got off the ground.

And then you came, sent to court by your family. I took you up, like others before, showed you favour, spent time in your company. When was it that, talking to you, looking in your dark-lashed eyes, I discovered in my heart a new conviction that the yoke need not always chafe, couples not always be unsuited?

Oh, Faeleth. So scrupulously loyal, so lacking in courtly malice! So ready both to pity and to merriment! Your laughter lighted my days.

I am proud and set in my ways. I am queen, always in the public eye. The discovery was unwelcome. I was bitter because it came far too late.

I, who had been honest, turned hypocrite. Where I had discouraged marriage before, I forbade. I clung to all my ladies-in-waiting, to disguise I was in truth clinging to one. I successfully hid that truth even from you.

And now I have lost you the sooner, the more entirely, by that. You leave, on the arm of your husband. I remain, reduced to utter humiliation by my husband’s plot of revenge and yet he guesses not what he has in truth done to me.

Your new husband need not fear my disfavour, Faeleth. I hope the yoke sits lightly on your shoulders and does not chafe. Only tell me—I know you had honest admiration for me, I know you were as kind to your proud queen as you dared to be—oh, my Faeleth, my dear lady of Eldalonde, turn back to me just one more time and let me know—I did not deserve your love, I who did not dare show you any, but did you love me, nevertheless, at least a little?


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This is one of the fics that's making my heart hurt - Ancalimë has such a tragic story already, and to know that there is an additional component of unrequited love is painful. Don't get me wrong, I love this, and also love your choice to show the POVs of both sides - but painful. Which is very much intended as a compliment, since you are (also) steering well clear of the sort of melodrama that might have made the whole thing feel less genuine.

Thank you very much, Elleth! I'm glad it feels genuine and that the different POVs work for you!

There were four years between the writing of the first chapter and the second and, although I didn't feel satisfied, it never occurred to me to write Ancalime's POV until suddenly...