fic rec: The Wisdom of Isildur
Aug. 12th, 2019 08:52 pmThe Wisdom of Isildur by Marnie (The Silmarillion Writers' Guild; also on AO3 under the name Potboy as archived from Henneth Annûn)
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing/Characters: Celeborn, Elrond
Rating: General
Words: 3151
Author's summary: After Gil-Galad's death, Elrond and Celeborn talk power, allegiances and rings.
Author's warnings: None
Additional tags: AkallabĂȘth/Last Alliance, General, Engaging gap-filler, AU/reinterpretation, Surprising reversals, Culture(s), Explores obscure facts, Politics, Fills plot hole(s), Family Dynamics
Quote:
"Gil-Galad is dead," Elrond said, in a calm, strong voice, "And it was all in vain. Isildur wears the Ring of Power. On a chain around his neck for now, though how long that will last, I cannot guess."
At his shoulder, Glorfindel dismounted and Erestor came forward to speak to him. Between them the seneschals began the arduous task of seeing that all the warriors were quartered and eased as suited their valour and weariness.
"These tidings I have already heard," said Celeborn, with an edge of ice in his tone, and the light of his eyes chill.
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing/Characters: Celeborn, Elrond
Rating: General
Words: 3151
Author's summary: After Gil-Galad's death, Elrond and Celeborn talk power, allegiances and rings.
Author's warnings: None
Additional tags: AkallabĂȘth/Last Alliance, General, Engaging gap-filler, AU/reinterpretation, Surprising reversals, Culture(s), Explores obscure facts, Politics, Fills plot hole(s), Family Dynamics
Quote:
"Gil-Galad is dead," Elrond said, in a calm, strong voice, "And it was all in vain. Isildur wears the Ring of Power. On a chain around his neck for now, though how long that will last, I cannot guess."
At his shoulder, Glorfindel dismounted and Erestor came forward to speak to him. Between them the seneschals began the arduous task of seeing that all the warriors were quartered and eased as suited their valour and weariness.
"These tidings I have already heard," said Celeborn, with an edge of ice in his tone, and the light of his eyes chill.