Turn at Last to Home by StarSpray
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Character: Idril
Quote: 'Yet feet that wandering have gone, turn at last to home afar.' - The Hobbit
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Summary:
Idril returns to Tirion.
Major Characters: Anairë, Idril, Tuor
Major Relationships:
Genre: General
Challenges: 10th Birthday Celebration
Rating: General
Warnings:
This fanwork belongs to the series
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 238 Posted on 18 July 2015 Updated on 18 July 2015 This fanwork is complete.
Chapter 1
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Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.- The Hobbit
As they passed through the Calacirya, Idril's heart started hammering in earnest. Soon they would see it—Tirion upon Túna, the most beautiful city in the world. Or so it was in her memory, which Idril would be the first to admit was colored by time and potent homesickness.
Then they crested a hill, and there it was, towers gleaming white in the noonday sun. And surrounding it were the green fields she remembered so well, scattered now with summer flowers—red poppies and yellow daisies, and bright blue forget-me-nots, and too many others to name. There was home, home as Nevrast and Gondolin and Sirion had never been. Tears stung her eyes at the sight.
Beside her, Tuor inhaled sharply. Idril looked at him, and smiled to see how round his eyes had gone. He moved easily again, now, gifted with renewed vigor and the strength of youth, and the life of the Eldar, a blessing from Ilúvatar himself. The only sign of old age as the Secondborn knew it that remained visible were the lines on his face—laugh lines deepest—and the steel-grey threads in his golden hair. But just now he seemed to Idril more like the young man newly come to Gondolin after spending years alone in the wild.
"I knew your father was trying to recreate Tirion," he said finally, "but…"
Idril laughed. "It fell short of the mark."
"No," Tuor said, so quickly she suspected it had become an immediate instinct to leap to Gondolin's defense. "Or—maybe it did. But I don't think Gondolin was less beautiful. It was just—different."
"My father would be glad to hear you say so," Idril said. "But you've not yet seen Tirion up close." She looked back at the city. "I've not seen it since I was a young girl," she added softly. And then it had been swathed in darkness, devoid of lamps, for they had never before been needed. They had carried torches on the road with them, torches that had been thrown together in haste and which did not burn cleanly, but flickered and smoked and coated them all in soot.
She'd experienced worse flames, since then, and now Tirion stood in bright sunlight, almost glittering, fresh from the previous evening's light rain.
Tuor reached over to squeeze her hand. Idril smiled at him again. All fires and horrors and fears were behind them now—before them was a new Age, and a new start, and she was so happy she felt as though she could fly.
They raced the last stretch of road, raising a cloud of dust behind them and laughing all the way. Others traveling to and from the city darted out of the way, many of them laughing themselves, and raising hands to wave them on.
Idril reached the gates first, and found a familiar face waiting to welcome them home. "Grandmother!" she cried, throwing herself from the saddle and into Anairë's arms. She was taller than her grandmother, now, not the child who'd been carried from the city in her father's arms. Anairë wept through her laughter, and embraced Tuor with the same fervor with which she'd greeted Idril, exclaiming over the state of them both, dusty and windblown—all of which was to say, "Welcome home, Itarillë. You've been sorely missed."
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