Disclaimer: Fingon and Maedhros are Tolkien's. And the Avari. They were neglected.
Pairings: Fingon x Sáriel (OFC)
Characters: Fingon, Maedhros, Sáriel, random Avari,
Warnings: canon-compliant AU, OFC, drugs, intoxication, possibly ritualistic gatherings, implied sex (non-explicit), too much damn enthusiasm
Song: Tosca Fantasy
Words: 1,070
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
soulful (adjective): full of or expressing feeling or emotion
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/soulful
It was a whisper at first, barely audible on the wind, brushing past his ears like a phantom. Findekáno paused, reigning in his horse, and his cousin beside him halted, eyes narrowed and hand twitching towards his sword.
"Relax," he soothed. "I just thought I heard..."
It came again, and this time there was no denying it. Russandol heard it as well, his head turning towards the origin of the voice.
"Singing," he murmured.
Findekáno frowned. Singing, here? They were in the middle of nowhere! As far as the prince knew, no one lived in this part of the forest. Occasionally, the Noldorin princes would come here to hunt, but never had any of his cousins mentioned seeing or hearing anyone within these woods. But then, they had traveled farther south than usual...
"Let us go and see who hides from us," Findekáno burst out, grinning. His enthusiasm was not returned, but he did not expect it to be. It was his job to be cheerful for the both of them, after all. Russandol was such a pessimist!
"Findekáno..." his cousin groaned in agitation.
"Come on," he urged, wheeling his horse around and turning her in the direction of the voices. "We can make friends."
"You are insane," Russandol grumbled, but he followed nevertheless, a helpless smile blooming on his thin lips. Triumphantly, Findekáno grinned and nudged his mare forth between the thick trunks of the trees and into the darkness of the forest without hesitation. Rather than being frightened, his racing blood thrilled him.
They ventured deeper, until the night sky was completely obscured by the towering canopies above, and all they had to ground themselves to reality was the music, the voices twisting through the trees, chanting in heavy rhythm. Findekáno felt his body begin to sway with the beat of drums.
"Findekáno...?" Russandol sounded hesitant, but Findekáno was enthralled. There was just something otherworldly about the calling voices. And calling, they were. Drawing him forth from the darkness and leading him along. None of his cousin's nervousness could halt the thrumming resonance within his body. Something about this just felt right, as if something beyond his senses was urging him forward into the unknown.
And then there was light. Golden and soft at first, and then brilliant in reds and oranges and golds. Thick, sweet smoke filled his lungs, leaving him dizzy. Ahead of them, in a clearing striped by the shadows of trees, Findekáno could make out figures swaying, silhouetted in the embrace of the roaring fire at their backs.
The pair paused, each looking on, one with amazement and one with trepidation. Findekáno nearly threw himself off his horse in his eagerness to get closer.
Russandol scrambled after him. "Findekáno, what if they see you?"
Personally, he was too enchanted to care. Pure feeling washed through him from head to toe, shuddering its way up his spine and wrecking any rational thought he had once possessed. It was like being drunk on the finest of wines! Giddiness bubbled up in his stomach, fluttering against his ribs wildly.
Without thinking, he stepped to the edge of the clearing and looked out at the elves. Immediately, he knew these were no Noldor or Sindar. They were something else, something mysterious and not of the West. Dark elves.
Spinning and twirling, they seemed to move as one being before his eyes at first. And then he began to differentiate between them, male and female, pale-haired and dark. Each moved like a divine creature; never had Findekáno seen such dancing. The soft waltzes of his own people were positively tame and dull in comparison!
But one in particular caught his eye. Slender but fuller and more curvaceous than any Noldorin woman and with hair like silk and flame, redder than even Russandol's, full of wild curls. She turned, her eyes wide and dark, her mouth open as if in exultation or perhaps ecstasy. Heat flashed across Findekáno's body, blood flooding beneath his cheeks, reddening his normally pale features and creeping down his neck.
Swallowing thickly, he attempted to look away from her, how her feet pranced so delicately through the grass about the flames, how her hips swayed and her arms twined and curled over her head with the music, bringing the sound to life, embodying its spirit in her very movement, her very being. He was helplessly ensnared at the sight.
And she was watching him. And he could not have moved, not even if his life depended on it.
At least not until her arms opened and beckoned, her breast heaving and her eyes falling half-hooded in the heavy air and sweet golden light. At that moment, she looked to be Arien herself!
He did not think before stepping into the circle of her arms, finding himself lost in fire and darkness and passion, with her soulful eyes burning through him. Russandol's startled shout fell on deaf ears; Findekáno was beyond words.
---
When he awoke, there was a thin trail of smoke rising from where the fire had once burned so brightly. Dawn was creeping into the sky, covering the stars in pale light. Groaning, Findekáno sat up from where he was lying in dirt and grass. Running a hand through his tangled hair, he pulled free at least a half-dozen leaves.
"Finally awake," a familiar voice commented nearby. His dear cousin. Russandol did not look amused.
"What happened?" he groaned. He remembered... he remembered fire... and a woman... with the softest hair and the deepest eyes...
"Your maiden tupped you," Russandol told him bluntly. "They left early this morn."
Disappointment filled Findekáno for only a few moments before he perked up. "Do you happen to recall which direction they were headed, cousin?"
His sharp Russandol caught on immediately. "No. Absolutely not. Findekáno..."
Smiling broadly, Findekáno stood and stretched, listening to his joints popping and moaning in satisfaction. "We should get going if we are to catch up to them before nightfall."
Russandol just rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with you. You are so annoying."
At that, Findekáno smirked cheekily, as he had in their younger years. His inner child was bursting with energy. "Your life would be dreadfully boring without me."
After all, someone had to have enough adventurous soul to fill up both their hearts.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fluffy? I'm not sure. Playful maybe. Not as angsty as it could be. I don't imagine Fingon as being easily depressed. He's always seemed like a lively, stubborn sort of idealist to me. And, honestly, Maedhros needs his enthusiasm.
If you've ever experienced a moment like what Fingon felt, you know what he's getting at. If not, that saddens me.
In any case, I have a song for this. Admittedly, it reminded me of this pairing because I've always imagined Fingon's wife playing the violin. It just happened somewhere down the line a couple years ago and stuck like super glue. The redheaded part was just for fun LOL. Song: Tosca Fantasy by Edvin Marton. Found accidently, but I'm a violin enthusiast *cough* and loved this.
Also, a picture that has always made me happy and is the sole reason that Fingon is not completely gay for Maedhros (besides the fact that Maedhros has an OFC wife in my head-canon): Fingon in Love by ~tuuliky on dA.
Chao.
No comments:
Post a Comment