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People of the Ice: Chapter 5

Sat, 03 Mar 2018 07:17:40 GMT

Notes: So this chapter was not in the original planning of this story as was a certain part of the story contained within it. It caught me by surprise, but sometimes characters go in ways that I don't expect and I'm like, why not?

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Chapter 5: Forgiveness

Irissë pulled Fingon into the kitchens, moving baskets filled with recently harvested foods. As they made their way through the maze, she picked up a plate and began loading it with food: fresh bread, recently churned butter, heavy cream, berries, and smoked fish. She found a flagon and filled it with a fresh batch of ale from a nearby barrel. With her foot, she pushed Fingon into a stool at a table that still had flour spread on it. Setting the mug next to Fingon, she retrieved a small besom and swept aside the flour, careful not to sweep any of the flour onto the floor. Satisfied the table was clean she set the plate on it and proceeded to wait for Fingon to eat.

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People of the Ice: Chapter 4

Sat, 03 Mar 2018 01:20:33 GMT

unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“What did you see and hear,” the dark figure demanded of the two figures crouched on the ground.

“There was an argument…” one of the small deformed figures spoke, glancing up nervously at the menacing figure.

“…We could not hear what they were saying, our lord,” the other offered quickly.

The tall figure spin around causing the two creatures to cower, their hands raised over their head.

“But we saw them threaten one another, pull knives on each other,” the first spoke quickly, avoiding the punishment the menacing figure was surely going to administer.

This made the tall figure pause. “Tell me everything you saw.” The two described as best they could the details they saw from their hidden vantage point.

“Does this please our Elder King?”

Moringotto laughed. He was pleased. “Leave,” he commanded the two creatures. He spared the spies’ lives this time. He could not lose assets that were valuable to him. The easy defeat of his host proved this. The appearance of the sun and moon struck fear in his servants, rendering them too easy to kill. That the elves were so fractured bode well for his plans. Planting seeds of doubt was too easy. The Valar left fertile ground in the First Born.

A demon like figure entered the dark throne room. “It is done our Elder King,” the person with eyes of fire announced. Moringotto’s pleasure grew. He would break the elves.

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People of the Ice: Chapter 3

Sat, 03 Mar 2018 01:18:02 GMT

What can I say, this is a Fingon-centric love fest of a story.

Morgoth is not supposed to attack during these early years because he sent up clouds of smoke, darkening Hithlum. I change this in my story.

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Chapter 3: In times of war

One day of ominous luminescence, Findekáno, like a parable to his people, changed his name. Years from that day, Turgon would always remember his brother’s defiance and righteous anger. On that day, he left behind Turukáno and started dreaming. Irissë too would remember, though for her, it was also a reminder that as much as things changed others remained utterly constant. Nolofinwë held steadfast because he needed to, at least he convinced himself of that, but the queer hues of color unsettled him enough that not long from that moment in the accounting of elves he would whisper his children’s names before heading off into the annals of elven history in the First Age of their days on Middle Earth. They were, on that day, truly people of the Ice remade in the shadow of Endórë. But this day came after their first battle and it came because of it….

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People of the Ice: Chapter 2

Sat, 03 Mar 2018 01:16:28 GMT

People of the Ice (45892 words) by Fadesintothewest
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo/Sons of Fëanor, Aredhel/Celegorm
Characters: Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë, Fingon | Findekáno, Maglor | Makalaurë, Maedhros | Maitimo, Finrod Felagund | Findaráto
Summary:

The Fëanorians find that their kin who crossed the Ice have been utterly changed. Fingon is utterly changed. All of them are.

This Fingon-centric story is an exploration of Fingolfin's host and the impact of the Grinding Ice on who they became as a people once they arrived to MIddle Earth. They are often portrayed as not being changed much by the Helcaraxë. This story presents a different interpretation, exploring the darker edges of elven psyche. In attempt to reconcile some gaps between canon and the length of time it takes Fingon to go out and rescue Maedhros this story explores why that time elapsed. Get ready for a not so nice Fingon, hardened by the many losses of his People and the betrayal Maedhros.

This story will be updated on a monthly basis and will not be too many chapters

Chapter 2: Is your heart together now?

Is your heart together now? The words his niece had asked upon their return to the encampment from the meeting with Fëanáro’s sons filled Findekáno with sorrow and anger. Is your heart together now? Such an innocent question, but Itarillë was not innocent. She was a child that had lost too much and yet she always worried about others, about those that cared for her, held her to their hearts to keep the cold at bay and keep her heart together. But her heart had broken. Shattered and somehow she managed to put her heart together, over and over. Perhaps it was made possible by the little pieces of themselves that her family gave her every time she experienced loss. She was a child of the ice and the new Journey. She was not made in the image of Aman. She would be what the Noldor would become: resilient, born from a brokenness that would make her a survivor. And what of him, what of Findekáno? Is your heart together now? The words haunted him. Findekáno felt his stomach turn in knots from hunger and anger. He felt that icy bitterness claim him for well he knew that Itarillë deserved a gentleness from him, deserved his smiles, the dance of light in his eyes that would make her coo when she was a baby curiously watching Findekáno’s face contort with happiness.

Findekáno allowed his breath to mingle with the gentle breeze in a way that conjured the Green magic of Endórë. It did not bring him joy. Not yet. It was a mere utility for him. It had only been but a few days after their return with their meeting with Fëanáro’s sons and disgust refused to leave the pit of his stomach. He wanted to take his knife to Makalaurë’s throat and run it across the delicate skin, allowing the blood to spill, warm his hands and drain the wretched life out of him. Findekáno remembered how the warm blood of ice creatures could warm their hands in that icy hell, like a soothing balm. Though the blood was spilled it was jealously collected to make a hearty broth that sustained, a rare treat. From the blood of the dying came life.

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People of the Ice: Chapter 1

Sat, 03 Mar 2018 01:15:42 GMT

The Fëanorians find that their kin who crossed the Ice have been utterly changed. Fingon is utterly changed. All of them are.

This story will be updated on a monthly basis and will not be too many chapters

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