The first snow this winter... ;)
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silwritersguildIt's almost summer outside my window, so we might enjoy a little snow!
I hope I am not displaying it again and again on the same innocent group of Eä citizens, but that's the only thing I can participate here. So if you've already seen my First snow and Quenta Silmarillion Movie Trailer feel free to skip this entry. [I wonder if the trailer release note can be seen as a fic at all?] Since the texts are short and old, I'll put them both into one entry.
Both texts were translated by myself and then fixed by better English speakers.
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Title: The First Snow
Author: Sirielle
Rating: General
Warning: None
Genre: Impression
Summary: Winter morning in Himring, the Siege of Angband time. Short look at the world with bright grey eyes... Maedhros' POV.
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The First Snow
He climbed onto the tower top. Brisk, frosty air surrounded him. The landscape down the hill was covered with mist. Winter morning in Himring.
And the first snow.
The floor was already well sprinkled with delicate snowflakes.
He wrapped his thick long shawl tighter around his shoulders and slowly put a bare foot on the snow. At first he felt nothing, his skin was still warmed with the bath. He followed with his other foot, nothing. A step forward. Still nothing. Silence. Calm.
Slowly he walked to the middle of the turret. Now he was starting to feel the chill and dampness under his feet but still it was not unpleasant.
Snowflakes were lazily drifting before his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to catch them, to hold them in his hand, but... He had only one hand. The attempts to hold his shawl with the stump nearly ended with the garment falling. All he could do was to reach out with the stump or...
Put his face towards it, as towards the Sun.
He closed his eyes. The first snowflakes gently talked to him about calm and then, falling gently, whispered about change. He started to daydream... If only he could stop the time, catch this frozen drop of water so it would remain beautiful for ever...
Thoughts were flowing slowly, the memory of his father was not painful, not this time, in the stillness of the morning.
Someone's fast steps could be heard from the stairs. He knew the rhythm. He smiled to himself, surely in a while he will hear something about common sense. The snow under his feet slowly started to freeze the skin... The turret door opened gently, an intruder halted in the entrance...
Without opening his eyes, he addressed his brother:
'Come in filit, it's fine weather for contemplation.'
'Russandol, it is not wise! You will freeze if you stand naked there!'
Amused, he looked at his brother, 'I covered myself with the woolen shawl, what else should you desire? My feet will dry and my hair is still wet anyway.' Saying this, he winked.
'Maitimo, you are insane.' Makalaurë wasn't giving up, although a smile replaced his solemnity. 'Come back to the baths and warm yourself. I cannot look at you standing barefoot on the snow.'
Maedhros sighed. So many times had he asked them not to use this name... Why couldn't they understand his aversion for being Maitimo?
'Kanafinwë,' his voice was cold, 'if you cannot bear this sight go back inside.' After a moment, seeing his brother's face, he added in a slightly warmer voice, 'Or join me here. Barefoot. You will see there is nothing to be worried about.' He smiled conciliatorily. 'And please, do not call me Maitimo, this is not my name anymore, not with this.' Saying it he showed his stump from under the shawl.
'As you wish.' Makalaurë answered sadly and added with resignation, 'But now come back inside, Ambarussa have to set off soon if they are to make it before the storms. Surely you want to bid them farewell, don't you? Breakfast has already been prepared.' He turned away and went downstairs.
Ambarussa! It was the day! They were leaving with the first snow. Makalaurë would leave soon, too. They should stay, Himring was a safe place, and without them...
In an answer there came a frosty blow from the north, swirling the falling snowflakes and sprinkling them into his eyes.
He went back following his traces. The snowy cover was almost intact, except for a few traces of bare feet. In a while they would disappear.
He smiled to himself and went inside
Szczecin, XII 2004
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I was inspired by The Glitter of metal by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ithilwen (the first fic I've ever red!) and Fire and Ice by deborah_judge. Both stories are a must, especially concerning the small dispute of Quenya names we had here recently or considering the beauty of crafting fire and ice...
Meaning of the Quenya names [Sindarin name & Quenya names with nickname (epessë)]:
Maedhros: Maitimo - 'well-shaped one' - a reference to his beautiful bodily form, mother name; Russandol - 'copper-top' - an epessë given in reference to his red-brown hair; Maedhros (Sindarin) - 'Glitter of Metal', later changed into 'Well-formed (or shapely) Copper'.
Maglor: Kanafinwë - 'strong-voiced or commanding', father name; Makalaurë - 'forging gold' - a poetic reference to his skill in harping, mother name.
Amrod and Amras: Ambarussa - 'top-russet' - their mother name.
Source - J. R. R. Tolkien The Shibboleth of Fëanor in The History of Middle Earth volume XII.
filit - 'small bird' (Quenya). An affectionate nickname Maedhros has given to his brother Maglor. Epessë invited by Ithilwen, kindly borrowed from her.
Even in Araman there was none... Perhaps there was snow in Araman or in Losgar. For sure there was snow laying at the peak of Taniquetil in Aman. But was it falling down at the moment Fëanor was there? In my story - not ;)
Translation done with help of Mot and Nellelórë.
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Time for the less serious piece leading to one sad animation. I wish to thanksilverandgold06 for fixing my English translation of this small press note on the forthcoming 'Quenta Silmarillion' movie trailer release :)
To see the 'trailer' (GIF file, please read the image's description first) follow the link:
Nightfall in the hearts of Noldor
Suggested music for the animation - tracks 11 & 12 from 'The Passion of the Christ' o.s.t.
VI.2005
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Regards :)
I hope I am not displaying it again and again on the same innocent group of Eä citizens, but that's the only thing I can participate here. So if you've already seen my First snow and Quenta Silmarillion Movie Trailer feel free to skip this entry. [I wonder if the trailer release note can be seen as a fic at all?] Since the texts are short and old, I'll put them both into one entry.
Both texts were translated by myself and then fixed by better English speakers.
__________________________
Title: The First Snow
Author: Sirielle
Rating: General
Warning: None
Genre: Impression
Summary: Winter morning in Himring, the Siege of Angband time. Short look at the world with bright grey eyes... Maedhros' POV.
_____________
He climbed onto the tower top. Brisk, frosty air surrounded him. The landscape down the hill was covered with mist. Winter morning in Himring.
And the first snow.
The floor was already well sprinkled with delicate snowflakes.
He wrapped his thick long shawl tighter around his shoulders and slowly put a bare foot on the snow. At first he felt nothing, his skin was still warmed with the bath. He followed with his other foot, nothing. A step forward. Still nothing. Silence. Calm.
Slowly he walked to the middle of the turret. Now he was starting to feel the chill and dampness under his feet but still it was not unpleasant.
Snowflakes were lazily drifting before his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to catch them, to hold them in his hand, but... He had only one hand. The attempts to hold his shawl with the stump nearly ended with the garment falling. All he could do was to reach out with the stump or...
Put his face towards it, as towards the Sun.
He closed his eyes. The first snowflakes gently talked to him about calm and then, falling gently, whispered about change. He started to daydream... If only he could stop the time, catch this frozen drop of water so it would remain beautiful for ever...
Father, what jewel would you forge if you could capture a snowflake before it reached my face?
How would you save the white frost gracing the world at dawn? Preserve a pattern embroidered with ice?
Have you ever seen snow falling from the sky?
Any snow at all except that at the peak of Taniquetil?
Even in Araman there was none...
Thoughts were flowing slowly, the memory of his father was not painful, not this time, in the stillness of the morning.
Stillness?
Someone's fast steps could be heard from the stairs. He knew the rhythm. He smiled to himself, surely in a while he will hear something about common sense. The snow under his feet slowly started to freeze the skin... The turret door opened gently, an intruder halted in the entrance...
Without opening his eyes, he addressed his brother:
'Come in filit, it's fine weather for contemplation.'
'Russandol, it is not wise! You will freeze if you stand naked there!'
Amused, he looked at his brother, 'I covered myself with the woolen shawl, what else should you desire? My feet will dry and my hair is still wet anyway.' Saying this, he winked.
'Maitimo, you are insane.' Makalaurë wasn't giving up, although a smile replaced his solemnity. 'Come back to the baths and warm yourself. I cannot look at you standing barefoot on the snow.'
Maedhros sighed. So many times had he asked them not to use this name... Why couldn't they understand his aversion for being Maitimo?
'Kanafinwë,' his voice was cold, 'if you cannot bear this sight go back inside.' After a moment, seeing his brother's face, he added in a slightly warmer voice, 'Or join me here. Barefoot. You will see there is nothing to be worried about.' He smiled conciliatorily. 'And please, do not call me Maitimo, this is not my name anymore, not with this.' Saying it he showed his stump from under the shawl.
'As you wish.' Makalaurë answered sadly and added with resignation, 'But now come back inside, Ambarussa have to set off soon if they are to make it before the storms. Surely you want to bid them farewell, don't you? Breakfast has already been prepared.' He turned away and went downstairs.
Ambarussa! It was the day! They were leaving with the first snow. Makalaurë would leave soon, too. They should stay, Himring was a safe place, and without them...
Without them it will be sad.
In an answer there came a frosty blow from the north, swirling the falling snowflakes and sprinkling them into his eyes.
He went back following his traces. The snowy cover was almost intact, except for a few traces of bare feet. In a while they would disappear.
He smiled to himself and went inside
Szczecin, XII 2004
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Notes:
I was inspired by The Glitter of metal by
ithilwen (the first fic I've ever red!) and Fire and Ice by deborah_judge. Both stories are a must, especially concerning the small dispute of Quenya names we had here recently or considering the beauty of crafting fire and ice... Meaning of the Quenya names [Sindarin name & Quenya names with nickname (epessë)]:
Maedhros: Maitimo - 'well-shaped one' - a reference to his beautiful bodily form, mother name; Russandol - 'copper-top' - an epessë given in reference to his red-brown hair; Maedhros (Sindarin) - 'Glitter of Metal', later changed into 'Well-formed (or shapely) Copper'.
Maglor: Kanafinwë - 'strong-voiced or commanding', father name; Makalaurë - 'forging gold' - a poetic reference to his skill in harping, mother name.
Amrod and Amras: Ambarussa - 'top-russet' - their mother name.
Source - J. R. R. Tolkien The Shibboleth of Fëanor in The History of Middle Earth volume XII.
filit - 'small bird' (Quenya). An affectionate nickname Maedhros has given to his brother Maglor. Epessë invited by Ithilwen, kindly borrowed from her.
Even in Araman there was none... Perhaps there was snow in Araman or in Losgar. For sure there was snow laying at the peak of Taniquetil in Aman. But was it falling down at the moment Fëanor was there? In my story - not ;)
Translation done with help of Mot and Nellelórë.
__________________________
Time for the less serious piece leading to one sad animation. I wish to thank
silverandgold06 for fixing my English translation of this small press note on the forthcoming 'Quenta Silmarillion' movie trailer release :)"Quenta Silmarillion" movie trailer premiere
Unfortunately it looks like nothing more will be made. At least for the moment.
The director's team said they had been threatened for their 'defamation of the good names of Curufinwë Fëanáro and his sons'. A Fëanorian lawyer made claims to cancel the premiere of a movie 'based upon such unreliable resources as the infamous "Red Book of Westmarch" written by a Hobbit. A Hobbit!'
Fëanorians are not the only unsatisfied side of the conflict. Most of the nobilities of the House of Finwë are protesting the title of the first episode. In their opinion, a "Nightfall in the Hearts of Noldor" title suggests that the Noldor were the only group to blame in the history of The War of the Jewels. 'And what about Morgoth!?' they ask.
Exactly - what about the dark Vala? Here comes the answer. According to the words of his spokesman, 'Lord Melkor is really disappointed with the diminution of his part in the story and the omission of the whole "Ainulindalë", where his voice sounded by far the most beautiful.' It looks like Morgoth has forgotten that "Ainulindalë" is not a part of the "Quenta Silmarillion".
As if this was not enough, others are rallying against the film as well, including a group of Hobbits protesting against racial discrimination...
The director's team decided to postpone the premiere, previously planned for summer 2709. With invaluable help of Sirielle, they plan to show the movie December 3756.
Nightfall in the hearts of Noldor
Suggested music for the animation - tracks 11 & 12 from 'The Passion of the Christ' o.s.t.
VI.2005
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Regards :)
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Date: 2006-05-04 05:18 pm (UTC)The reflection on winter's frost and snow was simply beautiful. I can tell Maitimo is close to your heart because you write him so well and you've captured his emotions in such a wonderful, expressive way. This story is the kind that leaves mw with a dreamy look in my eyes and the acute wish to be there. Wonderful stuff.
And the Silm movie trailer... Lol! Spot on. I went O_O when I saw the release date. Sweet Eru, we'd have to be Elves to see the movie. Unless I become filthy rich overnight and I can get all my Feanatic friends to write the script and direct the movie.
Thanks so much for sharing!
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Date: 2006-05-04 05:22 pm (UTC)Thank you, I'm glad you like it :) Whenever I think of a story, maedhros comes in and I have to look at it with his eyes.
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Date: 2006-05-04 10:56 pm (UTC)That was lovely...........
Date: 2006-05-04 08:53 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing! :-)
Re: That was lovely...........
Date: 2006-05-04 10:58 pm (UTC)