San rotser simpetalla pinqe by Himring
Fanwork Notes
Choosing not to warn because of allusions to canonical background and the whole re-embodiment issue, not because of anything that happens in this ficlet.
The title means: "then pipes playing their thin music", according to Christopher Gilson as cited by Tolkien Gateway.
It is a line taken from Tolkien's early Elvish poem "Narqelion", which belongs (approximately) to the same period as the first draft of "The Fall of Gondolin".
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Summary:
Ecthelion returns from the Halls of Mandos.
He is perhaps not quite as fixed as you might expect but, having sat through a recital of "The Fall of Gondolin", he decides something urgently needs fixing for somebody else.
And so, one fine spring day...Major Characters: Eärendil, Ecthelion of the Fountain
Major Relationships: Eärendil & Ecthelion
Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet
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Rating: Teens
Warnings: Creator Chooses Not to Warn
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 202 Posted on 2 August 2022 Updated on 3 August 2022 This fanwork is complete.
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Ecthelion, re-embodied, found the story of his heroic demise embarrassing and strictly avoided wearing any headgear that featured anything remotely resembling a spike.
He was also seen staring grimly into fountains, although not when he knew he was being observed. Gradually, his friends worked out that a lingering anxiety was embarrassing him in quite a different fashion. It would not do for the Lord of the House of Fountains to be uneasy around fountains and he would not allow himself to stay away, so they took turns to stand beside him talking about subjects that did not require his attention.
All this was tiresome, although he was grateful for his friends’ support. What really caught his attention among all the grand verbiage of the Fall of Gondolin, when he had to sit through it, was something else, however, and, one day, he made his way to a white tower surrounded by birds on the coast just as Vingilot gently descended from the heights.
‘I suppose you’re a bit too old for willow whistles,’ he said awkwardly, holding out a newly crafted one, and was stunned, when Earendil burst into tears. Earendil has had a fresh supply up aloft ever since.
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