Fic: A Minstrel of Gondor, 3

[dbalthasar]

The next-to-last piece of this story, in which the minstrel makes a choice.

Comments

[lferion]

Oh, Arthen, not unaware. Not at all unaware, though I do not know quite why Thranduil let you perceive so much.

[dbalthasar]

Not unaware at all. (And there is another piece coming. :-)

[dbalthasar]

Thank you! It's a complicated choice.

[amenirdis]

I love the bit about language too, the differences between them, the hard-won knowledge of the difference between men and elves.

You have perfectly captured that they are not of the daylight world, that Thranduil is fey. Why has he let him see? His motives are as obscure as those of elves seem to the mortal world. Splendid and strange and different, this is an elven king Shakespeare would recognize. (Marlowe's Midsummer Night's Dream?)

[dbalthasar]

Thank you! Arthen doesn't see the why, and probably never will, and without it can only make the choice he makes.

[penknife]

Oh, Arthen! And, oh, Thranduil. Who will go this far toward answering the question of whether there's something real beneath the dream -- and Arthen really doesn't want that question answered.

[dbalthasar]

Yes, that - if this is the reality, then Arthen doesn't think he wants it. And he has fame and - if not fortune, at least a very nice living - waiting for him in Gondor.