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Felagund and the Noegyth Nibin by Soledad (G)
Fandom: SILMARILLION
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wiseheart
Author Website: Otherworlds
Why this must be read:
First Age dwarf-centric stories are rare. While the Petty Dwarves (a race of dwarves exiled from the main dwarf cities) play a major role in the story of Turin in The Silmarillion & Unfinished Tales, they don't seem to have caught the imagination of fanfiction writers. Indeed, as far as I'm aware, Soledad's story is unique. Soledad gives us a great insight into this neglected race through the eyes of an OC, and incidentally a lovely external peek at one of the Silmarillion's few good guys, Finrod Felagund.
The strange creature was out in the woods again. It looked like his known enemies – and yet it was different. Tall and grotesquely thin it was, true, like some crazy tree, and it had those pointed animal ears and those big animal eyes that could reflect the starlight like a deer’s. Gwystyl had seen enough of them to recognize the traits. But in these eyes there was a light, an almost frightening radiance – clear diamonds glittered like this when the newborn fire from the skies ignited them to shining life. And the hair of the creature was like molten gold.
Gwystyl was considered ancient, even among his own, long-lived race. If they had any means of counting time like Men did, he would have counted nearly five hundred years. He had seen much in his long life, and little of it had been pleasant. He had seen the rising of the new fire – the new, blinding light that revealed the best hiding places to the enemy, that hurt the eyes and burned the skin. He hated the new light and never left his deep caves when it shone mercilessly from the sky. He had burrowed new hiding places, delving deeper and deeper under the earth, carving new tunnels into the very bone of the world, so that he and his family would be safe from the radiance these new enemies had brought with them. And he cursed the newcomers for having done so.
Felagund and the Noegyth Nibin
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
wiseheartAuthor Website: Otherworlds
Why this must be read:
First Age dwarf-centric stories are rare. While the Petty Dwarves (a race of dwarves exiled from the main dwarf cities) play a major role in the story of Turin in The Silmarillion & Unfinished Tales, they don't seem to have caught the imagination of fanfiction writers. Indeed, as far as I'm aware, Soledad's story is unique. Soledad gives us a great insight into this neglected race through the eyes of an OC, and incidentally a lovely external peek at one of the Silmarillion's few good guys, Finrod Felagund.
The strange creature was out in the woods again. It looked like his known enemies – and yet it was different. Tall and grotesquely thin it was, true, like some crazy tree, and it had those pointed animal ears and those big animal eyes that could reflect the starlight like a deer’s. Gwystyl had seen enough of them to recognize the traits. But in these eyes there was a light, an almost frightening radiance – clear diamonds glittered like this when the newborn fire from the skies ignited them to shining life. And the hair of the creature was like molten gold.
Gwystyl was considered ancient, even among his own, long-lived race. If they had any means of counting time like Men did, he would have counted nearly five hundred years. He had seen much in his long life, and little of it had been pleasant. He had seen the rising of the new fire – the new, blinding light that revealed the best hiding places to the enemy, that hurt the eyes and burned the skin. He hated the new light and never left his deep caves when it shone mercilessly from the sky. He had burrowed new hiding places, delving deeper and deeper under the earth, carving new tunnels into the very bone of the world, so that he and his family would be safe from the radiance these new enemies had brought with them. And he cursed the newcomers for having done so.
Felagund and the Noegyth Nibin