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adepslanae) wrote2016-09-01 11:51 pm
adepslanae) wrote2016-09-01 11:51 pm
Entry tags:
Inheritance
Fill for the Fire and Firelight square on my LadiesBingo card.
Rating: Gen
Words: 740
Pairing: OFC/OFC (Fëanor's daughter/Curufin's (future) wife)
Content warnings: Technically underage (but it's not made explicit in the fic). More notes after the ficlet.
Cirincë sat in her favourite spot on the hillside, eagerly waiting for Ervanië to return. The view over the valley from there reached far, and she liked it all the more when Laurelin took on a warmer hue late in its waning, a dusky golden glow reminiscent of fire.
She looked at her right palm. That spot was also where her father had entrusted her with the flame she was learning to nurture and to control with Úrvalyë's teachings. She flexed her hand, reliving those moments while she waited.
It was the day after she arrived to the valley from her blood-mother's house further south. Her father crouched down before her and held out both hands, palm-up, towards her. She reached out with her own hands, tiny above his large work-roughened hands, her skin porcelain-pale next to his. The instant they touched a spark passed between them. She had flinched at first, hurt as if by the prick of many thorns all at once, but the warmth which spread through her put a smile full of wonder back on her face.
She willed the flame to manifest itself, and it leapt merrily in her palm before disappearing again, leaving threads of red on her skin which quickly disappeared as well, though Úrvalyë said that fire would leave a permanent imprint on her hands in time.
Fire was the source of all life. Fire was the light which had allowed the elves of Cuiviénen to prosper, a coarser light than that of the Trees, feral and blunt. Úrvalyë, who had been one of Míriel's closest friends, was prominent among the practitioners of the art of fire manipulation who had reached Valinor, and that was why Cirincë had been put in her care once she had shown an affinity for the flame, just as her older half-sister, Lirit, had been.
Cirincë lifted her gaze, sweeping her gaze over the scenery again. At times she endeavoured to peer into the hazy distance, and fancied she could see remote Tirion, where she had never been, or the hills north of the town where she knew her father and brothers had one of their many secondary houses. Now it was too dark already to do that, and when Laurelin's paltry light had given way to a wan silvery radiance similar to a wispy mist, she turned towards Úrvalyë's house to see the fires start to burn on top of the lamps outside and inside, all at the same time. The sight filled her heart with joy.
Lirit called out to her as she returned from the forest.
Not long after, Ervanië's slender form appeared on the ridge below her.
Cirincë sprang up. She waved at her friend, but her happiness couldn't be stayed and she broke into a run, sprinting down the hillside. Ervanië had to catch her with her right arm, while keeping a precarious hold onto the bag of her embroidery supplies with her left. Cirincë smashed their lips together, claiming a greedy kiss.
“How was your day?” she panted when she drew back. “The old grump treating you well?”
“We almost finished the new tapestry today,” Ervanië replied with a hint of melancholy, looking away, her lashes falling over her big steel-grey eyes. Despite being Úrvalyë's daughter by another fire-wielder, she had not inherited any of her parents' power.
“Don't be sad, my dear,” Cirincë said, combing her dark red locks out of her eyes. “Your talent may develop later on. Besides, you're going to marry my brother, and I will always love you more than anyone else!”
She threw her arms around Ervanië and kissed her again. Ervanië's bag dug into her chest, but she didn't hold back, pulling her in a crushing hug.
“After dinner we can go to the river and make love there,” she said, in between kisses, nipping at Ervanië's lips. “I will light the whole river up for you.”
“Mother says you should be careful with fire.” Ervanië shook her head, but a smile tugged at her mouth.
“But I'm not going to do anything dangerous with it!” Cirincë locked her arm around Ervanië's and started towards the house. “Who knows, one day I might be able to give you the flame, and then you will forever have a part of me in you.”
Ervanië smiled in earnest.
Cirincë blew a kiss at her, and a tiny speck of fire danced for a moment around Ervanië like a butterfly.
---
Fire-magic blatantly inspired by Dark Souls-style pyromancy.
Curufin's Wife here (Ervanië) is the version B I discussed a few days ago, the one who's called Lalith in Beleriand and who's the daughter of one of Fëanor's supporters/friends.I chose to go with the Yúlië who is Míriel's lover in the Míriel stays in Cuiviénen AU as her mother and as the leading pyromancer in Valinor (her name means 'ember', so it fits, even though I originally chose it merely because it sounds like Iulia).
ETA: So I already changed my mind about that, and came up with another OC, partly thanks to a possible fancast I found this morning (Yúlië can still be in Valinor, although in a different role).
Fëanor's daughters are brand-new OCs. I will write a post about them at some point.
The names may change.
Rating: Gen
Words: 740
Pairing: OFC/OFC (Fëanor's daughter/Curufin's (future) wife)
Content warnings: Technically underage (but it's not made explicit in the fic). More notes after the ficlet.
Cirincë sat in her favourite spot on the hillside, eagerly waiting for Ervanië to return. The view over the valley from there reached far, and she liked it all the more when Laurelin took on a warmer hue late in its waning, a dusky golden glow reminiscent of fire.
She looked at her right palm. That spot was also where her father had entrusted her with the flame she was learning to nurture and to control with Úrvalyë's teachings. She flexed her hand, reliving those moments while she waited.
It was the day after she arrived to the valley from her blood-mother's house further south. Her father crouched down before her and held out both hands, palm-up, towards her. She reached out with her own hands, tiny above his large work-roughened hands, her skin porcelain-pale next to his. The instant they touched a spark passed between them. She had flinched at first, hurt as if by the prick of many thorns all at once, but the warmth which spread through her put a smile full of wonder back on her face.
She willed the flame to manifest itself, and it leapt merrily in her palm before disappearing again, leaving threads of red on her skin which quickly disappeared as well, though Úrvalyë said that fire would leave a permanent imprint on her hands in time.
Fire was the source of all life. Fire was the light which had allowed the elves of Cuiviénen to prosper, a coarser light than that of the Trees, feral and blunt. Úrvalyë, who had been one of Míriel's closest friends, was prominent among the practitioners of the art of fire manipulation who had reached Valinor, and that was why Cirincë had been put in her care once she had shown an affinity for the flame, just as her older half-sister, Lirit, had been.
Cirincë lifted her gaze, sweeping her gaze over the scenery again. At times she endeavoured to peer into the hazy distance, and fancied she could see remote Tirion, where she had never been, or the hills north of the town where she knew her father and brothers had one of their many secondary houses. Now it was too dark already to do that, and when Laurelin's paltry light had given way to a wan silvery radiance similar to a wispy mist, she turned towards Úrvalyë's house to see the fires start to burn on top of the lamps outside and inside, all at the same time. The sight filled her heart with joy.
Lirit called out to her as she returned from the forest.
Not long after, Ervanië's slender form appeared on the ridge below her.
Cirincë sprang up. She waved at her friend, but her happiness couldn't be stayed and she broke into a run, sprinting down the hillside. Ervanië had to catch her with her right arm, while keeping a precarious hold onto the bag of her embroidery supplies with her left. Cirincë smashed their lips together, claiming a greedy kiss.
“How was your day?” she panted when she drew back. “The old grump treating you well?”
“We almost finished the new tapestry today,” Ervanië replied with a hint of melancholy, looking away, her lashes falling over her big steel-grey eyes. Despite being Úrvalyë's daughter by another fire-wielder, she had not inherited any of her parents' power.
“Don't be sad, my dear,” Cirincë said, combing her dark red locks out of her eyes. “Your talent may develop later on. Besides, you're going to marry my brother, and I will always love you more than anyone else!”
She threw her arms around Ervanië and kissed her again. Ervanië's bag dug into her chest, but she didn't hold back, pulling her in a crushing hug.
“After dinner we can go to the river and make love there,” she said, in between kisses, nipping at Ervanië's lips. “I will light the whole river up for you.”
“Mother says you should be careful with fire.” Ervanië shook her head, but a smile tugged at her mouth.
“But I'm not going to do anything dangerous with it!” Cirincë locked her arm around Ervanië's and started towards the house. “Who knows, one day I might be able to give you the flame, and then you will forever have a part of me in you.”
Ervanië smiled in earnest.
Cirincë blew a kiss at her, and a tiny speck of fire danced for a moment around Ervanië like a butterfly.
---
Fire-magic blatantly inspired by Dark Souls-style pyromancy.
Curufin's Wife here (Ervanië) is the version B I discussed a few days ago, the one who's called Lalith in Beleriand and who's the daughter of one of Fëanor's supporters/friends.
Fëanor's daughters are brand-new OCs. I will write a post about them at some point.
The names may change.