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do you ever wonder if after fingolfin & co rolled in the sindar spent the next thirty years EXTREMELY TENSE about the possibility that a THIRD noldor host would appear, having like, tunneled under the sea
but imagine if they did…
“Not by water, air, or ice can you journey to Arda,” Mandos declared. “The way is shut. You made your choice, Arafinwë, there is no turning back again.”
“Well, if we cannot go over the land, we’ll go under it.”
xx
“Faster! And check the line. We’re supposed to tunnel straight ahead,” said Anairë.
“I am tunneling straight!” replied an irritated Nerdanel. “How do you even what is straight? There is only one direction and that’s ahead.”
“You’re right. I’m just tired of the darkness,” Anairë sighed, picking up her own shovel.
“It’s not like there was much light above either,” Eärwen quipped from their right. The line of the Noldor at the front was some 30 wide, making way for the ones behind who were resting after their shifts.
“We’ll soon be there, ladies. Do not give up hope now,” Amarië interjected in her cheery voice. If she could find a reason to be chirpy - she who had been disowned by her parents for choosing to follow the remaining Noldor - then they could too.
“Never again!” Míriel vowed, meeting Indis’ eyes who smiled in response.
“No time to waste. Tally-ho!” Findis shouted, grinning madly and reminding everyone that she was the one born right after Fëanor.
“Er. I don’t think ‘tally-ho’ is the appropriate choice of word here,” Tinwendë, Curufin’s wife, commented hesitantly. “That’s for use on a hunt when you spot the quarry.”
“Well, our bloody quarry is right there, isn’t it?” Findis argued stubbornly.
“Let’s not lose our focus here,” said Indis, in a tone that left no room for argument.
Eärwen gave a mock salute, “Aye aye, Captain!”
The rest rolled their eyes before going back to their task of digging up under the sea.
xx
“Can you feel it?” Míriel asked the others, voice holding hope despite her experience to the contrary.
Nerdanel quirked a brow, “The change in temperature? Yes. It’s warmer now.”
“We have done it. We’ve crossed the sea then!” Arafinwë said, a glint of happiness lighting up his eyes.
“Not until we’re back on the upside,” Anairë reminded, ever the reasonable one. “We tunnel upwards!”
xx
It takes them years ultimately, but they do make it to land and air above.
“Err. Is this how Arda looks?” A nervous Tinwendë queried, taking in the sight of black stones all around and stifling heat enveloping them.
“By Eru, what is that!?” Amarië cried out in horror, seeing a gruesome creature rounding the corner of the wide space where their tunnel opened into.
Míriel cursed, “Yrch! Arm yourselves!”
The battle inside Angband lasted for hours. Exhausted as they were, the Noldor put up a valiant fight, worthy of songs to be sung for ages to come. And as they emerged victorious, the Silmarils in their possession and the Black Vala fleeing his own fortress, the sun was shining high up in the sky.
“Splendid!” remarked an awed Findis as they took in the brilliant sunlight for the first time. “Never before has air smelled sweeter or the light of the Valar felt brighter.”
“It is victory that you experience, daughter,” Indis replied with a smile. “And freedom at last.”
“Shall we find our kin?” Arafinwë asked, coming to stand beside the two. “That is why we are here after all.”
“Indeed,” answered Eärwen. “I cannot wait to see our children.”
xx
“Brother!?” Fingolfin gasped, riding ahead of the party that had spotted a host approaching from the north and promptly alerted him. They were ready for battle. Not for the kin they left behind in Aman to show up. “Ammë! Anairë!”
“Yes, yes,” huffed an irritated Findis. “We’re all delighted to see each other. Can I get a bath now?”
“How? We thought…” That was Fingon, still processing all the familiar faces he was seeing. Faces he thought only death would return him to.
“That, dear nephew, is a very long story,” Nerdanel replied, smirking at the expressions the welcoming host had on their faces.
“And a funny one too,” Tinwendë supplied. “But tell me, where are my son and wayward husband?”
“Oh you’re in for a ride!” Lalwen said, laughing wildly and pulling Findis in for a hug. Whatever their journies, every path had led them to that moment, reunited at last. And that was what mattered. For now.
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