Mothers and Daughters by oshun
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Summary: Just a scrap of not much of anything. For a Femslash Friday submission. Not very slashy even under a microscope. But if I say it is, it is. The requirements are actually flexible. Women liking women is sufficient. (Birthday girl, Zeen, I hope you do not think I am a cheapskate for doubling up a ficlet for you into a challenge entry!) Major Characters: Anairë, Aredhel, Eärwen, Finrod Felagund, Galadriel Major Relationships: Genre: General, Slash/Femslash Challenges: Strong Women Rating: General Warnings: |
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| Chapters: 1 | Word Count: 268 |
| Posted on 17 May 2013 | Updated on 17 May 2013 |
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Mothers and Daughters
Elvish names/nicknames/words used:
Galadriel - Nerwen, Artanis
Aredhel - Írissë
mother - Amil
Read Mothers and Daughters
“You look wonderful,” Anairë said, in that husky voice of hers, thrillingly deep for a woman. Galadriel had tried hard at times to imitate it, until Finrod had noticed and started teasing her.
She looked at her mother, trying to view her through Anairë’s eyes. Nothing new to see there. Just Amil—such a nice face, but prettier than it was beautiful. The main difference Galadriel could identify since Anairë had last seen them was that Eärwen had been bronzed by the sun and her silver hair bleached whiter still, making her look a little older and perhaps scrawnier. But first and foremost, she was Amil and that alone made her infinitely dearer and lovelier than anyone else in the world.
Eärwen laughed. The timbre of her voice had relaxed, taking on a more youthful pitch. She was truly happy to see Anairë, or perhaps the time away from Tirion had been good for her.
“I’m burnt as brown as nut,” she insisted. “Too much time on the beach. The air and the water were marvelous. Next year I am dragging you and Írissë along with us. Nerwen was inconsolable without her favorite cousin.” She swiveled at the sound of a slammed door. “Oh! Here she is now!”
Aredhel clattered into the parlor knocking into a table, catching a vase before it hit the floor, a shocking mess of flyaway dark hair, dirty boots, her bedraggled white dress streaked with mud and grass stains. Glorious!
“Hey, Artanis!” A toothy grin split her face from ear to ear. “So glad you’re finally back! I have so much to tell you.”
(1) Comment by Himring for Mothers and Daughters
Lovely!
Neat touch--Galadriel trying to imitate Anaire's voice, and I imagine Aredhel's white gowns were usually full of stains as well!
Re: (1) Comment by Himring for Mothers and Daughters
Thanks for reading, Himring! So glad you enjoyed it. I always imagine Aredhel as a bit of a rowdy tom-boy. I presume it is the canon references to hanging about with the sons of Feanor.
(2) Comment by Elleth for Mothers and Daughters
If you say it is slashy, slashy it shall be -- and honestly, I can see it. (In fact it's hard to imagine that these vivid young ladies don't at least have a very strong connection with each other).
Re: (2) Comment by Elleth for Mothers and Daughters
Thank you so much for reading and even more for commenting. It's very short, which means it's hard to tell a story. You were drawn to the younger women? I was actually thinking about the older ones more. Although in Galadriel's POV. OMG. It was so much fun to write. Thank you.