Nandëlírë by Lferion

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Fanwork Notes

Written for the 'Solve a Problem' Challenge. Many, many thanks to Morgynleri for sanity-checking and hand-holding.

Title is intended to be Harpsong in Quenya.

Fanwork Information

Summary:

Why did Fingon take a harp with him to rescue Maedhros? A quadruple-drabble.

Major Characters: Fingon, Maedhros

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet

Challenges: Solve a Problem

Rating: General

Warnings:

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 401
Posted on 15 August 2019 Updated on 15 August 2019

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Nandëlírë

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They asked him, afterwards, why a harp? Bow and sword, knife, rope, waybread — those all made practical sense. The harp didn't. Not to them. But then, most of them were not wordsmiths, songsmiths, creators of music, shapers and makers of words, though of course, being Elves, they sang and spoke. 

(Before, he would have said being without a harp/instrument would be like being without a limb. Now he would not use that analogy, though he knew not what he would use.)

He thought: Is not the world Made of music? Does it not still Shape the world, to play, to sing, with intent and focus? I am not Makalaurë to cleave gold with Voice, but I know the power of Song, the virtue in music.  A harp may speak where voice cannot. May sound more notes at once than a single throat. May drumming shout, sing as strings, as wind over wire, resonant, flying far. Why would I not take such a potent tool with me?

He had carried that harp (and bow and sword, knife and rope) across the Ice, where each and every one had served him and his (and all of them were his, one way or another — was he not a Prince of Finwë’s House, brought up to lead, to care for those who looked to him, and have a care for those who did not, yet walked with those who did?) very well indeed in the long, cold dark of that crossing. For healing, hunting, scouting, defending, warming spirits when there was little to warm bellies or hands.

All those given reasons were good, and even true, but they were not the real reason, the important reason. That was an inarticulate insistence that he must-need have it with him, even as he needs must find and bring back his friend (his King). 

And a good thing he had taken it with him. He had needed every wile, every skill, every mote of fortitude, and it was Song that led him the final stretch. Song that let him staunch the blood enough to have space to make a tourniquet. Song that worked with the Eagle's flight to carry them away.

And now he had it still, playing soft and easy notes, that Russandol might sleep and know he was not in that place of un-Music, of clamor and cacophony. Eventually, he might find rest himself.


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This is terrific. Absolutely beautiful. So poetic and magical. I love it.

Fabulous conclusion also:

And now he had it still, playing soft and easy notes, that Russandol might sleep and know he was not in that place of un-Music, of clamor and cacophony.

He thought: Is not the world Made of music? Does it not still Shape the world, to play, to sing, with intent and focus?
Oh, YES! This is beautiful. I love that you made Fingon consciously decide to bring a harp along. It adds so much power - and, in the light of the Ainulindale, makes perfect sense in-universe. Loved the conclusion as well.

I really like your answer to the question, the layers of reasoning, the musical texture of the phrasing, and also the concluding paragraph.

 

(In response to your earlier answer--have you found the box in your profile to tick to receive comment notifications? If that was the issue you were alluding to?)