Immigrants Chapter Six
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curiouswombatThis has taken a while - and then I realised I had written so much it was going to be better as two chapters - so chapter seven will be along soon - it is with my beta.
Previous chapters are here.
At the end of chapter five Legolas had just announced that they would be having their traditional Midwinter celebrations, here, so far from home.
Chapter Six
Word count 2,560
Rated 13
Gifts were being bought, or made, and foodstuffs prepared. The feast was going to be laid out in the gardens of Master Elrond’s dwelling – Sam was already happily involved in this part of the celebrations as, indeed, was Frodo. And the bonfire was growing on the sea-shore below; it really would be a proper mid-winter celebration.
The ellyn had been walking along the shoreline, collecting driftwood, almost every day and the local elves had begun to join in. It was going to be a very impressive blaze.
Legolas realised that not only did his Ithilrim seem happier, now that they had something specific to occupy them, but he also felt less adrift. His visit to King Olwë had been more productive than he had expected as it had helped him formulate a plan for at least the next few years.
The Telerin King had said that all the elves who had arrived from Middle Earth made the same request; for their warriors to be allowed to train. It saddened him to think that his kin who had remained on that side of the Great Sea had needed to be warriors through all the Ages – but it was who they were and, he added, as well that no warrior lost his skills totally as they would be called upon on the day of the Dagor Dagorath…
Legolas was young enough to hope that day was an infinite time in the future – and to concentrate on more immediate things! So, now that he had asked, he was shown the training grounds that had been used by others who had arrived over the yéni, a little distance from the city, and had turned over the reestablishment of routine training to Orophin, to commence after the Solstice.
But he had also discussed other things – and, it had to be said, working off some of the frustrations of the body with Tirineth had helped him to concentrate and plan almost as much as a good session on the training grounds would have done.
The houses Legolas’ people occupied were theirs for as long as they wanted, King Olwë had said – almost all of his people who had rested in Mandos’ Halls after the Kinslaying and the burning of the fleet (ancient history to Legolas) were returned, but had chosen to rebuild elsewhere and there was room, in the environs of Alqualondë, for any other arrivals to rest a little before moving on. Master Elrond had already said that the wing of his home was Legolas’, at least until the twins arrived – and he would still be welcome thereafter.
So Legolas and Gimli would certainly stay here at the coast, as long as the hobbits lived, and Legolas’ Ithilrim would stay with their lord. Once Frodo and Sam passed beyond the circles of the world there would be time enough to decide whether to then seek their own forests, or to wait a little longer. Although Gimli was no more a creature of the sea than he was of the trees… but he, too, would not want to leave this place as long as the hobbits remained.
Legolas’ fëa might long for thick green forest – but his heart would want them to remain in this alien place of sea and stone for a long time.
…………………………………….
Now everyone for miles around seemed to have heard that the wood elves were to celebrate the Winter Solstice with fire, and dancing, and gifts.
Celebrían wanted to know all about the celebrations. Her parents ruled over a predominantly Silvan realm and yet she could not remember any celebrations of the turning of the years at all, let alone gift giving. But then, for all her life in Lothlorien, the ways of Sindar and Noldor were observed by all, and her Naneth had done all within her power to still the effects of flowing years, not celebrate them.
On her marriage Celebrían had been surprised to find Elrond’s folk greet the evening star each mid-winter with feasting and song, but thought they must have taken the habit from his brother’s mortal descendants – it had seemed, to her, most un-elven. But once she began to take notice of life around her, here in Valinor, she had found a similar tradition amongst the Teleri…
“Uh – I’m really pleased that you and Master Elrond welcome the first midwinter star – the twins do, every year, and they always think of you two doing the same – it’s a link between you all,” Tindómë said. “But the Wood Elves… well that’s just the opening move for a night of celebration. It’s a bit more, uh, colourful; ask Legolas to show you his celebration tunic. But maybe don’t ask him to explain his ribbons – when he explained it to Rumil and Orophin and me he blushed…”
She went on to explain the details of Wood Elf celebrations herself, finishing, “… and sometimes the ellyth do their best to persuade an ellon to abandon the hunt, for reasons of their own.” Tindómë’s glance at Ithilienne, who had been happily helping to explain, was not lost on Celebrían.
When Ithilienne had said, almost straight away, “Tharhîwon will need a proper tunic, and ribbons, for he has told Haldirin he most surely wants to join us… as he came from Ithilien he must really be a Wood elf after all,” Celebrían thought she knew the meaning of that glance.
Until, a few days later, she saw the way Ithilienne’s eyes lit up when Legolas entered a room.
…………………………………….
Lady Galadriel announced that, rather than return to Tirion as planned, she would stay in Alqualondë to attend the Wood Elves celebrations. Only years of maintaining his proper elven dignity prevented Legolas from laughing at Gimli’s reactions to this.
Gimli was of course pleased at the opportunity to see Her Ladyship for a little longer – but very worried that she might be shocked at ‘the goings on’ and/or that someone might, horror of horrors, attempt to kiss her!
Legolas did not tell him that there were already a good numbers of wagers made as to whether she would dance, who might attempt to kiss her, and whether she would let anyone gift her with a ribbon.
“Perhaps,” he suggested to the dwarf, “you should ask her to dance yourself, to save her from embarrassment…” ‘And I,’ Legolas thought, ‘would win enough to supply me with ribbons for mid-summer, if you do…’
Legolas also used his years of practice to simply nod in agreement when Gimli mentioned how very friendly all the Telerin ellyth were, as well.
…………………………………….
It was ten days until Midwinter. Tindómë was having that conversation with her daughter.
No – not that that conversation – they had most certainly done the ‘joining is fun’ talk a long time before – and laughed over the time when Tindómë had referred to ‘the birds and bees talk’ to the Els and confused them. (‘Brotherhood’, Chapter One.) They had also had the ‘how ellyth prepare their bodies if they choose to have elflings’ talk, and the ‘what are binding vows and how you make them’ talk. They had even had the ‘The Key’ talk.
No – this was the talk that began “Naneth, I know that you have told me that Adar was your first lover, but you have also said that it is most unusual for an elleth, or an ellon, to have only one lover before they bind...”
Tindómë poured them both out a glass of wine, and tucked her feet under herself on the cushioned settle.
“Your adar told me that it was rather unfair that he had over eight yéni of experience in bodily pleasures and, if we bound as soon as I was of age, I would never know whether he was actually a good lover or not,” she said, with a grin. “So he told me I should act as a single elleth until I felt it was time for us to bind. It seemed an odd thing for a guy to say, from the place where I was before I came home to Middle Earth.”
“The place where gwanur Buffy lives,” Ithilienne put in.
“Yes. For a guy to say he loves you – and I knew your adar loved me – but not threaten to punch any other male who even looks at you with desire, seemed weird to me then. Weird, but good, I realised. And he was right.”
“That he is a good lover?” Ithilienne asked, with a grin so like Tindómë’s own.
“That too…” Tindómë answered thinking how very elven this conversation was – she really didn’t think she could visualise other mothers discussing their husbands sexual prowess with their daughters! “But mostly that he was right – I needed to experience other elves, too.”
Tindómë was well aware of why they were having this conversation – and if Legolas believed anything different, now, from Rumil then – well tough shit, she thought. But he probably didn’t. Had it been any other female but Ithilienne Tindómë would have asked him outright. Maybe Rumil should, she mused. It would be the exact opposite of the usual, mortal, father and suitor conversation really…
“So,” her daughter was talking again, “you had your romantic night on a flet to lose your gweneth, but then you went starlight bathing with other ellyn, and joined with them and things?”
“Uh-huh. Although I remember telling the Els that I didn’t so much lose my gweneth as gave it to Rumil, or, as he didn’t actually get to keep it, it was more as if we chose to get rid of it together. And”, she said, taking the plunge, “I can absolutely see why you would want your first time to be with Legolas – but unless you are betrothed there is no need to forgo the pleasures of trying other things… or other ellyn. Or ellyth.”
Her daughter’s eyes twinkled – it really was like looking into a mirror sometimes – and she said “Can I ask you more?”
“Go for it,” Tindómë answered.
“Who, Naneth? Who was your first apart from Adar? Was it someone from Lórien? Did you go starlight bathing with others for ages before you joined with someone? Did you find out what it is like to share your body with more than one other…?”
“Oh, Ithi! The first other ellon was… well actually it was joining for comfort rather than for pleasure.”
She wondered whether she might actually shock her daughter. But they had spoken of joining for comfort, although there would be less need now that there would be so much less death and mourning.
She continued. “Your adar was injured, he and Orophin were distressed – we were back at the place where Haldir died, and they had also been reminded of how their naneth and adar had been killed; I was distressed because I had accidentally killed someone… you know the tale. Well that night we lay, all three, in the King of Rohan’s bed and comforted each other – so the first ellon I ever joined with after Rumil was Orophin.”
Ithilienne nodded, no sign of being shocked, and then she took Tindómë by surprise.
“And you have joined with him since for pleasure…” she said. “It is the way the two, or three, or even four, of you sometimes laugh together at something… and Lithôniel smiled, and said she had certainly not limited herself exclusively to Orophin as soon as she met him, when I asked her these questions.”
‘Oh, this daughter is so like her mother,’ that mother thought.
“But – did you go starlight bathing with Uncle Orophin without Adar? Or other ellyn, without Adar?”
“No – and yes. No – I never did with Orophin alone – but yes, I did with others.”
She had promised to answer Ithilienne’s questions, and there was certainly no shame in doing so, so she went on, “Although my first proper kiss from anyone else was at Midsummer – just as yours has already been – but it was in Minas Tirith. Not a man, though. I never have with anyone other than an elf. Galanthir kissed me there, and then he was the first after your Adar, except for Orophin that first time. Galanthir took me to the strawberry field when I first visited Eryn Ithil…”
Ithilienne smiled. “That was where Haldirin first joined… with Merilwen. I would have liked to enjoy ‘the desires of the body’ in the strawberry field… but I wanted it to be Legolas and he still saw me as an elfling…”
‘He’s learning,’ her mother thought, but didn’t say so.
“There was an ellon called Emerlas in Lórien – he is still in East Lórien I think – and a couple more that I only went starlight bathing with once,” Tindómë said, instead. “And then I went to Imladris to broaden my education…”
She had only found out after they were bound that Rumil had encouraged her to make that trip without him not because he did not want to go, nor because Lord Celeborn would not have let him – but for a very practical reason. His link to Tindómë had been becoming stronger and stronger and, although he had encouraged her to gain experience with others, sometimes when she approached ‘flight’ he knew, even when he was some distance away.
The effect that heightened their enjoyment of the Solstice celebrations was already there – and he sometimes needed to ease himself before he could concentrate again. He began to worry that soon he would feel it even if he was on the fences – where it could have been very dangerous in those times when there were still orc attacks! So if Tindómë went to Imladris they would, neither of them, distract the other when they were not together.
“Imladris…” Ithilienne sounded thoughtful. “Glorfindel? He is very old, but very desirable. I think it might be his hair. So like Legolas’s!”
Tindómë almost snorted with laughter as she answered. “No! Not Glorfindel – I think I was genuinely much too young and inexperienced for Glorfindel. But one of the smiths had beautiful muscles… as did a couple of the warriors. And there were also some very interesting ellyth there.”
“Naneth… the Els? Either? Both? Did you?”
“Yes, either…. and both. Almost by accident. I thought, at first, that they were too much like family, and I couldn’t or it would change things…”
“Uh – Naneth… Orophin? Family much? And by accident? You thought they were someone else?”
“Almost by accident, but I certainly knew it was them. And it was good, and fun, and that is all the detail you need!”
“M’kay – I guess it is all I need…!” Ithilienne grinned, then, rather more seriously, she went on, “Thank you, Naneth-nín. It has helped me to ‘get my head around things’ more. I have spoken with Lithôniel, and Merilwen, but you are the person who is most like me, and you are the one who knew who you wanted before you came of age. I guess I just need to bide my time… and if he says I should gain experience with others I will tell him that I will do it your way!”
‘Mmm,’ Tindómë thought, ‘if it was anyone else who was plotting a campaign against Legolas I would certainly warn him… but perhaps, this time, I will sit back and enjoy the fun. She really is so like me that he doesn’t stand a chance.’
…………………………………….
Odds and ends -
Dagor Dagorath - the predicted battle at the end of the world.
fëa - soul
Tharhîwon was the Winter Elfling in The Winter Garden - he is a little older than Haldirin and they are already firm friends.
gwanor - 'relative' - used for aunt, uncle, cousin etc.
gweneth - virginity
Naneth-nín - 'mother-mine'.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien. And Joss Whedon if he ever recognises his Key...
Please point out anything my beta and I have missed.
Previous chapters are here.
At the end of chapter five Legolas had just announced that they would be having their traditional Midwinter celebrations, here, so far from home.
Chapter Six
Word count 2,560
Rated 13
Gifts were being bought, or made, and foodstuffs prepared. The feast was going to be laid out in the gardens of Master Elrond’s dwelling – Sam was already happily involved in this part of the celebrations as, indeed, was Frodo. And the bonfire was growing on the sea-shore below; it really would be a proper mid-winter celebration.
The ellyn had been walking along the shoreline, collecting driftwood, almost every day and the local elves had begun to join in. It was going to be a very impressive blaze.
Legolas realised that not only did his Ithilrim seem happier, now that they had something specific to occupy them, but he also felt less adrift. His visit to King Olwë had been more productive than he had expected as it had helped him formulate a plan for at least the next few years.
The Telerin King had said that all the elves who had arrived from Middle Earth made the same request; for their warriors to be allowed to train. It saddened him to think that his kin who had remained on that side of the Great Sea had needed to be warriors through all the Ages – but it was who they were and, he added, as well that no warrior lost his skills totally as they would be called upon on the day of the Dagor Dagorath…
Legolas was young enough to hope that day was an infinite time in the future – and to concentrate on more immediate things! So, now that he had asked, he was shown the training grounds that had been used by others who had arrived over the yéni, a little distance from the city, and had turned over the reestablishment of routine training to Orophin, to commence after the Solstice.
But he had also discussed other things – and, it had to be said, working off some of the frustrations of the body with Tirineth had helped him to concentrate and plan almost as much as a good session on the training grounds would have done.
The houses Legolas’ people occupied were theirs for as long as they wanted, King Olwë had said – almost all of his people who had rested in Mandos’ Halls after the Kinslaying and the burning of the fleet (ancient history to Legolas) were returned, but had chosen to rebuild elsewhere and there was room, in the environs of Alqualondë, for any other arrivals to rest a little before moving on. Master Elrond had already said that the wing of his home was Legolas’, at least until the twins arrived – and he would still be welcome thereafter.
So Legolas and Gimli would certainly stay here at the coast, as long as the hobbits lived, and Legolas’ Ithilrim would stay with their lord. Once Frodo and Sam passed beyond the circles of the world there would be time enough to decide whether to then seek their own forests, or to wait a little longer. Although Gimli was no more a creature of the sea than he was of the trees… but he, too, would not want to leave this place as long as the hobbits remained.
Legolas’ fëa might long for thick green forest – but his heart would want them to remain in this alien place of sea and stone for a long time.
…………………………………….
Now everyone for miles around seemed to have heard that the wood elves were to celebrate the Winter Solstice with fire, and dancing, and gifts.
Celebrían wanted to know all about the celebrations. Her parents ruled over a predominantly Silvan realm and yet she could not remember any celebrations of the turning of the years at all, let alone gift giving. But then, for all her life in Lothlorien, the ways of Sindar and Noldor were observed by all, and her Naneth had done all within her power to still the effects of flowing years, not celebrate them.
On her marriage Celebrían had been surprised to find Elrond’s folk greet the evening star each mid-winter with feasting and song, but thought they must have taken the habit from his brother’s mortal descendants – it had seemed, to her, most un-elven. But once she began to take notice of life around her, here in Valinor, she had found a similar tradition amongst the Teleri…
“Uh – I’m really pleased that you and Master Elrond welcome the first midwinter star – the twins do, every year, and they always think of you two doing the same – it’s a link between you all,” Tindómë said. “But the Wood Elves… well that’s just the opening move for a night of celebration. It’s a bit more, uh, colourful; ask Legolas to show you his celebration tunic. But maybe don’t ask him to explain his ribbons – when he explained it to Rumil and Orophin and me he blushed…”
She went on to explain the details of Wood Elf celebrations herself, finishing, “… and sometimes the ellyth do their best to persuade an ellon to abandon the hunt, for reasons of their own.” Tindómë’s glance at Ithilienne, who had been happily helping to explain, was not lost on Celebrían.
When Ithilienne had said, almost straight away, “Tharhîwon will need a proper tunic, and ribbons, for he has told Haldirin he most surely wants to join us… as he came from Ithilien he must really be a Wood elf after all,” Celebrían thought she knew the meaning of that glance.
Until, a few days later, she saw the way Ithilienne’s eyes lit up when Legolas entered a room.
…………………………………….
Lady Galadriel announced that, rather than return to Tirion as planned, she would stay in Alqualondë to attend the Wood Elves celebrations. Only years of maintaining his proper elven dignity prevented Legolas from laughing at Gimli’s reactions to this.
Gimli was of course pleased at the opportunity to see Her Ladyship for a little longer – but very worried that she might be shocked at ‘the goings on’ and/or that someone might, horror of horrors, attempt to kiss her!
Legolas did not tell him that there were already a good numbers of wagers made as to whether she would dance, who might attempt to kiss her, and whether she would let anyone gift her with a ribbon.
“Perhaps,” he suggested to the dwarf, “you should ask her to dance yourself, to save her from embarrassment…” ‘And I,’ Legolas thought, ‘would win enough to supply me with ribbons for mid-summer, if you do…’
Legolas also used his years of practice to simply nod in agreement when Gimli mentioned how very friendly all the Telerin ellyth were, as well.
…………………………………….
It was ten days until Midwinter. Tindómë was having that conversation with her daughter.
No – not that that conversation – they had most certainly done the ‘joining is fun’ talk a long time before – and laughed over the time when Tindómë had referred to ‘the birds and bees talk’ to the Els and confused them. (‘Brotherhood’, Chapter One.) They had also had the ‘how ellyth prepare their bodies if they choose to have elflings’ talk, and the ‘what are binding vows and how you make them’ talk. They had even had the ‘The Key’ talk.
No – this was the talk that began “Naneth, I know that you have told me that Adar was your first lover, but you have also said that it is most unusual for an elleth, or an ellon, to have only one lover before they bind...”
Tindómë poured them both out a glass of wine, and tucked her feet under herself on the cushioned settle.
“Your adar told me that it was rather unfair that he had over eight yéni of experience in bodily pleasures and, if we bound as soon as I was of age, I would never know whether he was actually a good lover or not,” she said, with a grin. “So he told me I should act as a single elleth until I felt it was time for us to bind. It seemed an odd thing for a guy to say, from the place where I was before I came home to Middle Earth.”
“The place where gwanur Buffy lives,” Ithilienne put in.
“Yes. For a guy to say he loves you – and I knew your adar loved me – but not threaten to punch any other male who even looks at you with desire, seemed weird to me then. Weird, but good, I realised. And he was right.”
“That he is a good lover?” Ithilienne asked, with a grin so like Tindómë’s own.
“That too…” Tindómë answered thinking how very elven this conversation was – she really didn’t think she could visualise other mothers discussing their husbands sexual prowess with their daughters! “But mostly that he was right – I needed to experience other elves, too.”
Tindómë was well aware of why they were having this conversation – and if Legolas believed anything different, now, from Rumil then – well tough shit, she thought. But he probably didn’t. Had it been any other female but Ithilienne Tindómë would have asked him outright. Maybe Rumil should, she mused. It would be the exact opposite of the usual, mortal, father and suitor conversation really…
“So,” her daughter was talking again, “you had your romantic night on a flet to lose your gweneth, but then you went starlight bathing with other ellyn, and joined with them and things?”
“Uh-huh. Although I remember telling the Els that I didn’t so much lose my gweneth as gave it to Rumil, or, as he didn’t actually get to keep it, it was more as if we chose to get rid of it together. And”, she said, taking the plunge, “I can absolutely see why you would want your first time to be with Legolas – but unless you are betrothed there is no need to forgo the pleasures of trying other things… or other ellyn. Or ellyth.”
Her daughter’s eyes twinkled – it really was like looking into a mirror sometimes – and she said “Can I ask you more?”
“Go for it,” Tindómë answered.
“Who, Naneth? Who was your first apart from Adar? Was it someone from Lórien? Did you go starlight bathing with others for ages before you joined with someone? Did you find out what it is like to share your body with more than one other…?”
“Oh, Ithi! The first other ellon was… well actually it was joining for comfort rather than for pleasure.”
She wondered whether she might actually shock her daughter. But they had spoken of joining for comfort, although there would be less need now that there would be so much less death and mourning.
She continued. “Your adar was injured, he and Orophin were distressed – we were back at the place where Haldir died, and they had also been reminded of how their naneth and adar had been killed; I was distressed because I had accidentally killed someone… you know the tale. Well that night we lay, all three, in the King of Rohan’s bed and comforted each other – so the first ellon I ever joined with after Rumil was Orophin.”
Ithilienne nodded, no sign of being shocked, and then she took Tindómë by surprise.
“And you have joined with him since for pleasure…” she said. “It is the way the two, or three, or even four, of you sometimes laugh together at something… and Lithôniel smiled, and said she had certainly not limited herself exclusively to Orophin as soon as she met him, when I asked her these questions.”
‘Oh, this daughter is so like her mother,’ that mother thought.
“But – did you go starlight bathing with Uncle Orophin without Adar? Or other ellyn, without Adar?”
“No – and yes. No – I never did with Orophin alone – but yes, I did with others.”
She had promised to answer Ithilienne’s questions, and there was certainly no shame in doing so, so she went on, “Although my first proper kiss from anyone else was at Midsummer – just as yours has already been – but it was in Minas Tirith. Not a man, though. I never have with anyone other than an elf. Galanthir kissed me there, and then he was the first after your Adar, except for Orophin that first time. Galanthir took me to the strawberry field when I first visited Eryn Ithil…”
Ithilienne smiled. “That was where Haldirin first joined… with Merilwen. I would have liked to enjoy ‘the desires of the body’ in the strawberry field… but I wanted it to be Legolas and he still saw me as an elfling…”
‘He’s learning,’ her mother thought, but didn’t say so.
“There was an ellon called Emerlas in Lórien – he is still in East Lórien I think – and a couple more that I only went starlight bathing with once,” Tindómë said, instead. “And then I went to Imladris to broaden my education…”
She had only found out after they were bound that Rumil had encouraged her to make that trip without him not because he did not want to go, nor because Lord Celeborn would not have let him – but for a very practical reason. His link to Tindómë had been becoming stronger and stronger and, although he had encouraged her to gain experience with others, sometimes when she approached ‘flight’ he knew, even when he was some distance away.
The effect that heightened their enjoyment of the Solstice celebrations was already there – and he sometimes needed to ease himself before he could concentrate again. He began to worry that soon he would feel it even if he was on the fences – where it could have been very dangerous in those times when there were still orc attacks! So if Tindómë went to Imladris they would, neither of them, distract the other when they were not together.
“Imladris…” Ithilienne sounded thoughtful. “Glorfindel? He is very old, but very desirable. I think it might be his hair. So like Legolas’s!”
Tindómë almost snorted with laughter as she answered. “No! Not Glorfindel – I think I was genuinely much too young and inexperienced for Glorfindel. But one of the smiths had beautiful muscles… as did a couple of the warriors. And there were also some very interesting ellyth there.”
“Naneth… the Els? Either? Both? Did you?”
“Yes, either…. and both. Almost by accident. I thought, at first, that they were too much like family, and I couldn’t or it would change things…”
“Uh – Naneth… Orophin? Family much? And by accident? You thought they were someone else?”
“Almost by accident, but I certainly knew it was them. And it was good, and fun, and that is all the detail you need!”
“M’kay – I guess it is all I need…!” Ithilienne grinned, then, rather more seriously, she went on, “Thank you, Naneth-nín. It has helped me to ‘get my head around things’ more. I have spoken with Lithôniel, and Merilwen, but you are the person who is most like me, and you are the one who knew who you wanted before you came of age. I guess I just need to bide my time… and if he says I should gain experience with others I will tell him that I will do it your way!”
‘Mmm,’ Tindómë thought, ‘if it was anyone else who was plotting a campaign against Legolas I would certainly warn him… but perhaps, this time, I will sit back and enjoy the fun. She really is so like me that he doesn’t stand a chance.’
…………………………………….
Odds and ends -
Dagor Dagorath - the predicted battle at the end of the world.
fëa - soul
Tharhîwon was the Winter Elfling in The Winter Garden - he is a little older than Haldirin and they are already firm friends.
gwanor - 'relative' - used for aunt, uncle, cousin etc.
gweneth - virginity
Naneth-nín - 'mother-mine'.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien. And Joss Whedon if he ever recognises his Key...
Please point out anything my beta and I have missed.
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Date: 21/04/2012 11:14 am (UTC)In Brotherhood the twins tell Tindómë that they have no qualms about discussing their sex-lives with their grandmother, if she asks - the elves just don't see it as quite as private as the humans do.
So I think thatif Ithilienne hadn't initiated the conversation then Tindómë probably would have done - now that she has decided she can cope with her daughter lusting after her 'brother' and vice versa.