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nathair_nimheFill for the Loathing square in my GenPrompt Bingo card.
Rating: Gen
Words: 460
Summary: The twins don't react well to the Shibboleth version of their story.
“Why did you not deny this?”
Amras's voice is gravelly, barely controlled, like nails drawn across a sheet of slate-stone.
“The wording is vague enough, it is not –”
Amras cuts his mother off with a snort. His hands shake visibly, even with Amrod holding onto his right arm, like an anchor keeping him from storming through the blessed halls of Aulë in a fit of rage. “The most authentic seems to be thus?” his voice rises. “You know me, you know father. You knew the meaning of our names. How authentic does this sound to you?”
“Even if I had denied it, it wouldn't have just disappeared. Besides, the fact that so many people think it plausible is significant enough.”
Amras glares at his mother for a long hard minute. “Is that your idea of wisdom?” he says then, springing to his feet and slamming both hands on the table. Mahtan comes rushing into the room, and others, who had clearly been eavesdropping, keeping an eye on them, the thrice-kinlsyaing sons of Fëanor kept in the Halls almost as long as their father and oldest brother. Amras thrusts his gaze in each face, slowly, and when he stops on his grandfather wishes for the first time in his life that he hadn't inherited his hair. He thinks of ripping it all out of his scalp, and ink his father's emblem onto his bare head. His next intake of breath breaks the wary silence. “You didn't do it because it pleased you, didn't it? The all-wise daughter of Mahtan, who stumbled on a bit of foresight for her last children, the young impressionable twins, after giving her first five sons bland descriptive names, and proving her loyalty and devotion to the Valar at the same time!”
He closes the book and flings it towards Nerdanel. She lifts her arms to shield her face, but the book flies lower. It slips between her hand even as she tries to catch it, and crashes to the floor in a cacophony of rustled fine parchment.
Amras skirts the table and brushes past her. Amrod doesn't look at her either; his eyes have hardened too, though they display more hurt than Amras's do.
“Your behaviour won't go unremarked,” Mahtan calls after them.
“Oh I didn't expect it to, on the contrary, I want everyone to know that whoever warps adn twists my name and my memories will have my undying hatred, Servant of Aulë.”
Amrod nods.
“Let's go, hannya, to those who have our love – and truly love us back.”
They untie their horses in the courtyard, and throw one last glance at their mother before riding out towards the wilderness where their brothers have made themselves a home.
*
My headcanon is that the twin-death version of Losgar was invented by a mannish historian with too much time on their hands, or that it was a product of Middle-Earth in any case, but if the twins were ever to know about it I don't doubt they would be extremely pissed off.
Might be set in the same verse as Red....
Rating: Gen
Words: 460
Summary: The twins don't react well to the Shibboleth version of their story.
“Why did you not deny this?”
Amras's voice is gravelly, barely controlled, like nails drawn across a sheet of slate-stone.
“The wording is vague enough, it is not –”
Amras cuts his mother off with a snort. His hands shake visibly, even with Amrod holding onto his right arm, like an anchor keeping him from storming through the blessed halls of Aulë in a fit of rage. “The most authentic seems to be thus?” his voice rises. “You know me, you know father. You knew the meaning of our names. How authentic does this sound to you?”
“Even if I had denied it, it wouldn't have just disappeared. Besides, the fact that so many people think it plausible is significant enough.”
Amras glares at his mother for a long hard minute. “Is that your idea of wisdom?” he says then, springing to his feet and slamming both hands on the table. Mahtan comes rushing into the room, and others, who had clearly been eavesdropping, keeping an eye on them, the thrice-kinlsyaing sons of Fëanor kept in the Halls almost as long as their father and oldest brother. Amras thrusts his gaze in each face, slowly, and when he stops on his grandfather wishes for the first time in his life that he hadn't inherited his hair. He thinks of ripping it all out of his scalp, and ink his father's emblem onto his bare head. His next intake of breath breaks the wary silence. “You didn't do it because it pleased you, didn't it? The all-wise daughter of Mahtan, who stumbled on a bit of foresight for her last children, the young impressionable twins, after giving her first five sons bland descriptive names, and proving her loyalty and devotion to the Valar at the same time!”
He closes the book and flings it towards Nerdanel. She lifts her arms to shield her face, but the book flies lower. It slips between her hand even as she tries to catch it, and crashes to the floor in a cacophony of rustled fine parchment.
Amras skirts the table and brushes past her. Amrod doesn't look at her either; his eyes have hardened too, though they display more hurt than Amras's do.
“Your behaviour won't go unremarked,” Mahtan calls after them.
“Oh I didn't expect it to, on the contrary, I want everyone to know that whoever warps adn twists my name and my memories will have my undying hatred, Servant of Aulë.”
Amrod nods.
“Let's go, hannya, to those who have our love – and truly love us back.”
They untie their horses in the courtyard, and throw one last glance at their mother before riding out towards the wilderness where their brothers have made themselves a home.
*
My headcanon is that the twin-death version of Losgar was invented by a mannish historian with too much time on their hands, or that it was a product of Middle-Earth in any case, but if the twins were ever to know about it I don't doubt they would be extremely pissed off.
Might be set in the same verse as Red....
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Date: 2017-03-31 07:07 pm (UTC)Since I mention it before in my previous reviews, you know I dislike the Losgar version of the twin-death too. I think if the Amrod and Amras ever found out about the Logar version, they would be very pissed off about it too!
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Date: 2017-03-31 08:12 pm (UTC)