Story: After the Fall

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Title: After the fall
Rating: General
Characters: Finduilas, Gwindor

Summary:  After the Halls of Mandos some reunions are bittersweet

He found her by the stream.  It was almost too fitting.  Sunlight and clear water, those were what he thought of when he thought of her.  For all the splendour of Nargothrond she had seemed ill-placed there, like a lily in a cave.  Sunlight and water, he had dreamed of seeing her free again to live those things.  Sunlight and water. Faelivrin.  Finduilas.

She was singing, a soft wordless song, mingling with the waters.  Not a song of innocence, not joyous, not bitter either, merely the echo of the waters, ever-changing, old as Valinor.  Although he stepped silently she sensed him, and looked round.

For a long time they did not speak.  He came, and sat down on the grass beside her, and still remained silent.  He could think of nothing to begin with that might not sound wrong, even her mere name could seem a challenge.  It must, he thought, be for her to break the silence if she wished.

At last she did.  “You were long in the Halls.”

“There was much to heal,” he said.  And little wish to come forth.

“I was sorry for that.  I always wished you healing.”

He believed her.  But he did not wish to rest on her pity.

“It is a strange thought,” he said, “if I had died in the great battle, as so many did, how would things be for us now?  What would we be to each other?”

“I have not stopped loving you.”

“I know it.  But are lamps enough, when one knows that there are stars?  They are not, Finduilas.  I should know.”

In Morgoth’s mines he had carried the thought of her, locked away in the depths for even the memory of such fairness did not deserve to be brought into the dark pits.  But the knowledge of the memory had been there, and it had given him the courage to keep hoping.

That she had loved Turin more than him would not have mattered if he had not seen the love.  But he had seen it.

“What would you have me say?  That I was a fool?  That I was faithless?  That I turned from the good and the true, which I had, and got nothing in return?  I know all that.  I knew it then.”

He cupped a little of the water, let it fall though his hand.  There was a patch of stillness at the stream’s edge, where he could catch the merest glimmer of his own reflection.  Hale and fair once again, the image of his young self, save for the eyes. 

“I am not angry.  I never was.  You betrayed nothing, we were not even betrothed.  And I did not think you a fool, although I thought your heart had chosen ill.”

“I never denied that.  Gwindor, it was not that you came back worn and changed.  Had it not been so, it would have made no difference.”

“That does not help.”  He could see the glimmer of her hair in the water.  “Nor does the knowledge it was I brought him to Nargothrond, and doomed my people, and you….  He did not save you.”

“No.”

“I thought he might.”

“He could never save himself.  The blame is not yours.  Nargothrond was doomed to fall, for we were all beneath the Curse.”

“And would the Unnumbered Tears have been lost without my rashness?  I should not speak hardly of Turin for bringing Doom!”

“You both paid.”

“So did you, and many other innocents.”  He looked towards her then, and her eyes too were changed, bearing the weight of hard sorrow, and horrors known and remembered.  This was not innocent Faelivrin of his youthful love.  He laid his hand on the water and let the flow run beneath.  “Enough.  I did not come to bring you hurt or grief.”

“Why did you come?”

“To see you and be seen, once more.  To make an end of the old tale between us.”

“I had hoped you came to forgive me.”

“There was never need for that.”

“Will you come again?” Finduilas asked.  “The old tale, as you say, is ended, but it would do my heart good still to see you healed.”

And mine to see the same in you, he thought.  Although not all griefs could be healed in Aman it was good to see Finduilas alive.

“I may come,” he said.

Comments

[periantari.livejournal.com]

Wow that is beautiful. Great gap-filler of how the conversation between Gwindor and Finduiluas might've gone if they had seen each other again at the Hall of Mandos. I'm most impressed by your description
He cupped a little of the water, let it fall though his hand. There was a patch of stillness at the stream’s edge, where he could catch the merest glimmer of his own reflection. Hale and fair once again, the image of his young self, save for the eyes.

I also liked reading about what they thought Turin did because FInduilas did believe in him but his rashness was the doom for all. But it's interesting to read about conflicting views on what led to Nargothrond's fall.

Beautiful. I hope you write more!

[clotho123.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad this little story has struck a cord with some people. Whatever you think about Turin he certainly made a big impact, that was one of the things that influenced me in writing this.

[elvenpiratelady.livejournal.com]

Beautiful, and yet so very sad... my favourite line was: For all the splendour of Nargothrond she had seemed ill-placed there, like a lily in a cave.

[clotho123.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Finduilas and Gwindor is a poignant little story I think, I tried to capture some of that here.

[jilba.livejournal.com]

Maybe they can resolve their differences, and come to be friends. It would be rather nice :) Very good story about two often neglected characters.

[clotho123.livejournal.com]

I'd like to think they could be friends again as well, both of them got rather a raw deal in their first lives. Thanks for commenting

[jilba.livejournal.com]

They did both get a raw deal, and they're smart enough to know it, and to know they can help each other. Yay for them being friends, and no Turin to stuff things up.