Of Elwing's obsession, of Celegorm's hair by liruinielfeanoriel

Hair of a Feanorion, gold and shining

Elwing who saw the stranger again, of the Kinslaying of Doriath and the aftermath where Elwing seeks comfort from the most unlikely place.

First Age, 506

Doriath

Morning came, but Elwing never got the chance to show the twins her new treasure.

Instead, Nostariel and the guards rushed in, shushing her questions with frowns instead of their usual smiles.

Then they were in the throne room and Elwing didn’t know what happened- because Nostariel screamed and some shiny metal covered her eyes.

What was happening? Had the orcs came to get them? But they were all of them elves and none of them orcs (whom Elwing had never seen but was told of their ugliness) or dwarves (Elwing had never seen them either but was told they were short).

There was Ada, and Nana and some guards, and the tall, white haired elf – only that his hair was not white but a glittering golden under the glow of Anor, and Elwing wondered if he would give her a strand of his golden hair.

Afterall, gold is better than white and Elwing had never met an elf whose hair colour would change.

Elwing did not remember what exactly had happened after, only that cousin Celeborn carried her down the dark tunnels Ada and Nana warned her against.

Then cousin Celeborn’s face darkened when Elwing told him so and his grip tightened. For the first time, Elwing felt her chest grow tight and something clench around her insides. She wanted Nostariel, she wanted Nana, she wanted the strange elf with his strange hair.

But they were none of them there and sometimes wishes do not come true, and thus Elwing closed her eyes and clutched her lock of braided white all the more tighter.

First Age, 507

Havens of Sirion

The Havens of Sirion were nice, and when Elwing asked when Ada and Nana, and even ‘red and ‘rin would join them, cousin Celeborn frowned and cousin Oropher frowned.

Her new minder, Ruivien was stricter and would not sing Elwing lullabies as Nostariel once did – where has Nostariel gone? – In an unfamiliar place with people who always frowned and rarely smiled, Elwing missed Doriath.

She wanted to go home, and home certainly was not in the Havens of Sirion.

And so she found comfort from that little piece of hair, holding it tight as she cried herself to sleep each night.

Elwing missed Ada, she missed Nana, and she even missed ‘red and ‘rin, even though they often laughed at her and said she wasn’t brave.

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