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Aglarrâma by Zimraphel (PG)
Fandom: SILMARILLION
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
granamyr
Author Website: Armenelos
Why this must be read:
The Downfall of Numenor is among the most tragic tales of Tolkien's entire mythos. When Ar-Pharazon usurps his wife's throne and uses it to quest for immortality by making war on the gods, his hubris dooms his whole continent, overshadows the entire future race of Men, and even makes it into the RotK-EE.
The majority of the surprisingly scanty fanfiction chooses to view the tragedy through the eyes of the last queen, Tar-Miriel, but this engaging vignette from the doyenne of Numenorean fanfiction gives us a glimpse of the last days of some of the ordinary inhabitants of Numenor, blithely going about their business as history prepares to overtake them.
On the day his work was done, an izindu-bêth was called out to toss a handful of salt over the deck and read the patterns made by the windblown grains. The old man stooped and muttered, grumpily pushing Indilzar’s crew back with the complaint that their breath was stirring the divine design. Indilzar merely smiled; the prophet had been casting predictions over ships since he was a boy and made a show of his work no matter how well the onlookers behaved.
Once, twice the izindu-bêth rapped on the deck planks, then rose with a creak of old joints and pronounced Aglarrâma a dolphin among ships, that would glide over the waves with an ease and grace possessed by few.
“He says that every time,” grumbled Narû, “even when the ship sinks.”
Aglarrâma
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
granamyrAuthor Website: Armenelos
Why this must be read:
The Downfall of Numenor is among the most tragic tales of Tolkien's entire mythos. When Ar-Pharazon usurps his wife's throne and uses it to quest for immortality by making war on the gods, his hubris dooms his whole continent, overshadows the entire future race of Men, and even makes it into the RotK-EE.
The majority of the surprisingly scanty fanfiction chooses to view the tragedy through the eyes of the last queen, Tar-Miriel, but this engaging vignette from the doyenne of Numenorean fanfiction gives us a glimpse of the last days of some of the ordinary inhabitants of Numenor, blithely going about their business as history prepares to overtake them.
On the day his work was done, an izindu-bêth was called out to toss a handful of salt over the deck and read the patterns made by the windblown grains. The old man stooped and muttered, grumpily pushing Indilzar’s crew back with the complaint that their breath was stirring the divine design. Indilzar merely smiled; the prophet had been casting predictions over ships since he was a boy and made a show of his work no matter how well the onlookers behaved.
Once, twice the izindu-bêth rapped on the deck planks, then rose with a creak of old joints and pronounced Aglarrâma a dolphin among ships, that would glide over the waves with an ease and grace possessed by few.
“He says that every time,” grumbled Narû, “even when the ship sinks.”
Aglarrâma