Not yet weary are my feet by Quente
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Summary: I read the Athrabeth and decided that Andreth was far too centered and wise to let a little thing like pity get in the way of true love. Major Characters: Andreth, Finrod Felagund Major Relationships: Andreth & Finrod Genre: Ficlet Challenges: Rating: General Warnings: |
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| Chapters: 1 | Word Count: 235 |
| Posted on 11 March 2024 | Updated on 11 March 2024 |
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Around the corner, we may meet...
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Andreth twined a bit of greying hair around her fingers while she thought. The fire burned lower, and the fey creature on the other side of her hearth should have been cast into darkness, but was not.
All the stray light in the room collected around him and highlighted his (certain) beauty and his (undoubted) wisdom.
“So your point,” Andreth said at last, “Is that I would see Aegnor remaining with me out of pity, and as a result, I would feel ashamed.”
“Due to your Hröa’s slow withering and detachment from your Fëa, and –”
“No,” Andreth said.
“No?” Finrod asked, tilting his head.
“No, I would not feel ashamed.”
“You – would not? Even when your body shrinks and becomes feeble –”
“No. I would not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart. Indeed, I would honor him the more for it.” Andreth smiled and stood up. “I am not too old to ride. If you are ready, we shall go to him now.”
“Wait – I –”
“You were wrong.”
The light collected around the Elvenking’s beautiful face, highlighting the perplexity therein.
Andreth waited a moment longer, then shrugged and turned, heading to her stable. She had waited long enough, and the best part about her Hröa's slow detachment from her Fëa – or, as she called it, being in middle-age – was that she no longer suffered fools.
I do love an Andreth who…
I do love an Andreth who gives clueless Finrod what for! This is a tiny delight. :)
Thank you for reading!
I definitely think she's a tough old bird, tough enough to help Elven kind to cease being so shallow :D
Fantastic!
Andreth was trained as a wise woman, and she's said some what I thought when I read the Athrabeth for the first time. Love it. 💜
thank you =)
It took me a little while to think about the logical fallacy, and I think it's that Finrod was projecting his own opinion here, there, and everywhere. Does he KNOW that it would be terrible for Aegnor to be with an old woman? No, he doesn't. He just can't imagine that for himself! Maybe Aegnor is drawn to something deeper.
Go, Andreth! I hope Aegnor…
Go, Andreth! I hope Aegnor welcomes her with open arms and a great sigh of relief.
(This somehow reminded me of this moving poem by Mark McDonnell, Return to Ithaca, which I read recently, although the situation is of course completely different.)
That’s exactly it
What a lovely poem. That catches the heart of it — if you love a human you have to love the hard parts too. But maybe that’s where true love shines clear.
Oh, this is wonderful. I…
Oh, this is wonderful. I said 'Ha!' very loudly when reading it, and made my cat jump! Andreth taking matters into her own hands, quite rightly, and Finrod (who I generally love so much) left speechless. Excellent! I love the titles, too.
I love Finrod too...
Next up, Aegnor is so happy to spend time with Andreth that he doesn't even notice her aging until one day she dies peacefully in her sleep, and he carries the memory of his time with her, happily, forever. :D
I read the Athrabeth and…
I read the Athrabeth and decided that Andreth was far too centered and wise to let a little thing like pity get in the way of true love.
Hah!
(Finrod is vain, is he not?)