#menielwa makes her GLORIOUS debut in this fic

[dialux]

if you were a woman whose son and husband abandoned you to go to another land, whose son and husband committed atrocities to get to that other land-- whose actions led you to disavow them, to try to forget them, to try to hate them-- only for your son to realize his mistakes and to abandon his father (your husband, your beloved husband, your husband with whom you shared half your soul until you learned that would never be enough for him) but the thing is by then their story has gone from on the cusp of triumph to verging on complete annihilation and all you can do is pray that one of them survives, that neither is captured by the enemy (that has already killed so many of your family, his family, your family, your family, your family--), that neither starves to death, and then your husband dies in a useless grievous attempt at reclaiming what is his, leaving you alone to watch over the son you could not save (did not try to save) and all of it is likely in vain because the free settlements have dwindled to ash and ruin by then but your son is surviving, still, somehow, until suddenly there is hope from the west-- there is an army from the west-- and the evil is being defeated, and your son can return home, and yet he refuses, he wishes to remain in the free lands of the east, which-- which you cannot deny him, and so you watch him yet again, watch him become a ruler and a prince like all of his kin before him, watch him make things (and relationships, and laughter, and friendships) the likes of which even his grandfather would have called impressive, watch him become someone you are achingly fiercely proud of-- watch him fall in love with a beautiful maia with all of his enormous heart, until that love is betrayed for power, and he is tortured, tortured wholly and entirely and with everything that someone who truly loved him could torture him with, and then he breaks (but only partially) under that torture, and then he dies, and then he dies, and then he dies--

and he who died at the hands of a maia comes to stay in the halls, where only other maiar and valar reside.

so. if you were a woman whose son went through all of that. would you not do everything you could to get him out?

#this is a story about celebrimbor returning to forging and ruling and all that pizazz #but this is also a story about his mother fighting the valar with every inch of power she has #and it's a story about how much you're willing to sacrifice in the name of what's right. #my writing #silmarillion #menielwa makes her GLORIOUS debut in this fic #(eventually). right now we're 11k in and all celebrimbor's done is bitch at nerdanel and drink some of aegnor's pepper grape soup #celebrimbor and the adventures of the howling hut #<-- THAT is the tag for this story xx