A Silmarillion fanfic, chapter eleven
Chapter summary: Tuilindien gives her presentation, and Carnistir asks for advice from the one brother who hasn’t been irritating him lately.
Story summary: Sometimes your heart chooses for you before you even know there is a choice to make, and then all that can be done is find out whether love can build bridges across differences and fears. This is my story of how Caranthir comes to be married, with Caranthir’s family members alternately helping and hindering his attempts at courting.
Teen and up audiences; Chapter length: ~5,800 words
Tag-type thingies for the whole story: years
of the trees, romance, falling in love,
family, courtship, anger management issues, the Noldor, the Vanyar, some fluff and some angst
Chapter notes: We know very little about architecture and city planning in Valinor so you can’t blame me for inaccuracy for writing the Eldar having their scientific conference (the colloquium) in an amphitheatre. Amphitheatres are cool.
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Chapter XI // Conference, conciliation and consultation
A week is a very long time, Carnistir discovers, when one only looks forward to a single hour of every day and spends the rest of the time trying to make one’s infuriatingly obstinate father change his mind.
It all goes well, though. Having lunch with Tuilindien every day is wonderful, wherever they eat. On three days they spend their shared lunch hour at the park closest to the library, eating food Carnistir purchased from the marketplace. He likes those days best as they offer a sense of informality and intimacy that he enjoys much more than the refined atmosphere of the finest eateries of Tirion.
He doesn’t even mind it very much when Tuilindien’s younger sister joins them for one of the lunches in the park.
‘I’m so sorry, Carnistir’, Tuilindien whispers to him when the younger girl is absorbed in examining the fried vendace Carnistir brought for today’s meal. 'I didn’t mean to spoil our time together, but Lirulinë just left her in the library and told the librarians that I would look after her. I couldn’t leave her there alone. I have no idea what Lirulinë was thinking – she knew I was meeting you.’