Gwann nan iHl Revisited by Kaylee Arafinwiel

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"Gwann nan iHûl" means "Gone with the Wind" in Sindarin. For this prompt, we were asked to write a character (not necessarily the prompted one, though they had to at least rate a mention) being a fan of someone or something. My headcanon of Melian is based on Fiondil’s from ‘Elf, Interrupted’…usually. This time, it’s still based on Fiondil’s…but…

Dedication: With love to my atto indonyo, my beloved foster-father of the heart Fiondil, who departed beyond the Circles of Arda on January 25/26 2015, and whose body was discovered January 28. I never got the chance to show him this story, but I hope he would have approved. Namarie, Atya.

Melian stared in shock at the surface of the shining device her brother Olórin had given her. It was a fair copy of the sort of device Mortal Men used nowadays for reading, just as often as they read books with pages. Olórin had found that a direct descendant of Aragorn Elessar rediscovered the Red Book, and ever since its publication (in several parts, at varying times), the children of Men had found especial delight in not only reading, but expanding on the Red Book, trying to find for themselves what this or that person had meant or thought or said on any number of occasions not elaborated on. They placed their own stories on the internet – for so Olórin told her this form of written osanwe was called – for others to read.

Some of these Mortals took their names in the Elven tongues, especially those who fancied themselves scholars of the newly-rediscovered languages. One such named himself hawk-friend, or, as Olórin explained, Fionwe’s friend, and he had written a veritable treasure trove of such stories. Melian had to admit, as she read, that Fionwe’s friend was not far off the mark with many of his characterisations. 

Then, she had come across a tale titled, in Sindarin, Gone with the Wind. She vaguely recalled the name, in the Common Tongue of this Age, as belonging to a Mortal work of literature written a yen past, or so. She had just opened the little story to read it, and thus came the shock.

This story was about her. Well, about her and, chiefly, Galadriel Artanis. And while Fionwe’s friend had done a fair job of writing her in an earlier story…this was ridiculous.

Melian wondered what sort of delusion the Man had been suffering under when he wrote this! Neither she or Artanis would behave in such a manner! Indeed, while one had been clamouring for Morgoth’s head pinned above the mantelpiece, it had not been Celeborn who had suggested it, but Galadriel herself, in a fit of pique. 

To think that Melian, after a scene like that, would only care for the colour of Artanis’ gown! Had he mistaken her for Lady Baraves, who set much more store by that? Celeborn’s mother had certainly had plenty to say about her daughter-in-law’s thirst for Morgoth’s blood and lack of Sindarin fashion.

Upon moving to the comments, and reading Fionwe’s friend’s replies, Melian found her fears soothed. The Man had simply been trying to be humorous, and apparently the ladies of his own country behaved in such a manner. She could forgive him that, Melian supposed. Shaking her head at the follies of neri, Melian moved on to the next tale. Ascent.

Her breath caught – even though she supposed breathing was not truly essential for her, a Maia – as the weaving of her Masters’ interactions with that of the hapless fëa captured her interest.

Feanaro! She shivered, finishing the tale. Was that truly where he was, lost beyond the galvorn door?

Yea, so it is, Daughter, her Lord bespoke her, and she felt a thrill of awe as Irmo, speaking in tandem with the Lord of Mandos, affirmed it. It seems Atar hath inspired this one to be our voice to the Children.

One of our voices, Little Brother, Námo corrected. For not always do the Children guess our means and motive. But this one comes nearer than many. Irmo agreed, and they both withdrew as she shivered in reverence.

Yes, she would keep an eye on Fiondil’s writing, and others she had noted, for Atar might speak to her through them.

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