White Shores Are Calling

[artaxastra]

Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion fic, for penknife, of course.

In the Fourth Age, Celebrian is in the West, but it's not as her mother said it was. (This is a happy story, I promise.)

Comments

[dbalthasar]

Oh, Celebrian! And, oh, the Noldor, because - yeah. (Omg, Finrod, of course he would.)

[artaxastra]

I do like Celebrian! And Finrod. Who would. Steampunk elves! :D

And most of all I love dear bewildered Celeborn.

[penknife]

Oh, darlings! *sniff* I really do want steampunk Valinor, because, yes, the Noldor.

[artaxastra]

Definitely need steampunk Valinor! Because can you imagine the Noldor sitting around peacefully? Anything but that. And Finrod always was the first to want to try a new thing. So why not flying? It's fun. It's adventurous. Ok, occasionally he breaks twenty bones, but it's all good fun.

This is somehow not what Celeborn expected....

[paratti]

You made me mist up. Lovely.

[artaxastra]

I'm so glad! :) I love Celeborn and Celebrian both.

[elfscribe5]

Really enjoyed that! Really loved Finrod's flying machine -- the Noldor are way cool that way -- and Celebrian's joyful reunion with Celeborn. Lovely emotion!

[artaxastra]

I'm so glad you like it! Finrod would -- and he'd have a glorious time. I can't imagine the Noldor have gotten any calmer since they got back. Shaking up the Blessed Realm indeed. And of all people, Celebrian being the one who's pushing a big change. Celeborn definitely has some surprises in store!

[lferion]

Oh, this is awesome!

[artaxastra]

Thank you! I am kind of finding Celebrian, which is strange as she's not at all one of my usual types of narrator.