A Real Beauty by oshun

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Summary:

A double-drabble in response to the SWG Back to Middle-earth Month challenge, day 8, “contrast beauty/ugliness.”

It’s a story of young Finwean firebrands in love (Aredhel/Celegorm). I knew I would eventually get around to writing something like this. I’ve always imagined that Aredhel and Celegorm shared a youthful romance in Valinor.

Major Characters: Aredhel, Celegorm

Major Relationships:

Artwork Type: No artwork type listed

Genre: Romance

Challenges: B2MeM 2009

Rating: General

Warnings:

This fanwork belongs to the series

Chapters: 1 Word Count: 201
Posted on 7 March 2009 Updated on 7 March 2009

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A Real Beauty

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Tyelkormo and Irissë, allowing their steeds their heads, had shot out in front of their cousins and brothers. They finally slowed to a walk as they drew close to an outcropping of woodland to one side of the grassy plain. The verdant scent of leaves, cool and damp, reached out to Tyelkormo like a promise or a seduction.

“Hey, Turko,” said Irissë, her voice low, weighted with conspiracy.

“What?” he asked, dragging out the word. One never knew with Irissë. She could turn fey without warning.

“Wait for them? Or lose them?” She canted her head in the direction of the wood. “What do you think?”

“No question!”

When they had finally stopped, well within the thicket, it seemed natural to reach up and grab Irissë by the waist to help her dismount, although certainly not his practice. He could not take his eyes off her face.

“What are you looking at now?” Irissë snapped.

“I’m looking at you.” His quavering voice betrayed him in an irritating way.

“Am I that homely? Or do I have dirt on my face?”

“Nothing like that. You’re just so beautiful.”

She threw her arms around his neck. “It’s taken you long enough to notice.” 


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I love your impetuous Aredhel, and I can just see her and Turko playing 'One, two, three, where's your breakfast?' in the woods of Valinor...

She threw her arms around his neck.

Yes, she would! Also good to see Turko in happier times :D