It Gives A Lovely Light (Drabble/Ficlet Collection) by oshun

Forbidden Love

A little bit of comedy, starring Celegorm.

Everyone who could cajole, borrow or steal an invitation had gathered in the Great Hall to hear the debut performance of the newest composition of Canafinwë Macalaurë Feanárion. It had been gossiped about for weeks. Tyelkormo squirmed in his seat, turning and grinning at Nelyo and Findekáno who sat behind him, next to his mother and his father. The title might be trite and maudlin by Tyelkormo's standards: "Forbidden Love"--no matter, among the immediate family it would always be called "Maitimo and Findekáno." But he thought the quality of the music beyond reproach. It would doubtless be a great success. People love a riveting story of the triumph of love against all odds.

A ripping, good party would follow the performance. Tyelkormo usually didn't take an interest in artists, but the girl who was to sing the female lead was gorgeous and he had no compunction about playing upon his relationship with the composer to win her favor. He had heard that she was lively and not above a serious flirtation, and everything that implied, with the right fellow, of course.

A hush fell over the room. Musicians took their places and heavy, gold-festooned, crimson curtains parted to reveal the star-crossed lovers. Tyelkormo shifted in his seat again so he could watch Findekáno's face. He couldn't miss the next part. Struggling to compose his features, he aimed for a serious, thoughtful expression. The short instrumental introduction passed quickly. Macalaurë had done it again. He had Tirion eating out of the palm of his hand. The charming mezzo-soprano opened her mouth and Tyelkormo smiled sweetly at Findekáno. This will be priceless.

Findekáno's mouth dropped open and his face turned furious red. "He made me the girl?" Findekáno hissed, in a strangled whisper.

Nelyo, an outward picture of decorum but eyes bright with suppressed laughter, whispered something unintelligible into Findekáno's ear and patted him on the arm. Findekáno jerked his arm free of the comforting hand.

Tyelkormo straightened himself in his seat, turning full front and releasing a tiny, satisfied sigh. Some things, even when you predict exactly how they will play out, are still truly worth the wait, he thought. He turned his full attention to the young singer. She did have a lovely voice and quite an excellent figure too.