18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.
Shrugging off her wings, she handed them to Celegorm, who put them on. “Then fly fast and far we must. But where shall we go for aid?”
“To my cousin Fingon,” Celegorm said. “He is the closest.”
Over the burned plain Huan ran and Celegorm flew, leading them on and ever and anon turning to watch their pursuers. If they but knew it, they retraced the way that Fingolfin rode, and some virtue in his passing kept them safe. At last the towers of Barad Eithel rose in sight.
By this time Beren was barely conscious, and Lúthien hardly much better. Celegorm flew ahead, knocking urgently on the gates, begging for help.
Fortune smiled upon them, for Maedhros of Himring was there, having only just arrived that day. Together he and Fingon the King rode down the long slope from the castle to the gates, and greeted Celegorm with astonishment.
“My brother, what trouble have you got yourself into now?” Maedhros exclaimed.
For answer Celegorm withdrew one of the Silmarils from his pocket.
“Oh, nothing. Just fulfilling our Oath, that’s all,” he said casually, and threw it to Maedhros, who caught it with his one hand, stunned and speechless.
From Go On As Three. The concept for this particular part of the story started life in a totally different WIP that I abandoned long ago. In it, Beren and Luthien diverge from canon and end up in Barad Eithel rather than back near Doriath, and Luthien begs Fingon for help, meaning that ultimately Fingon and Maedhros (who in the story have been lovers for many years) wind up in a tense standoff over the Silmaril. I borrowed the idea of them ending up in Barad Eithel and Maedhros being there from that story, but of course, the outcome is very different. It's my little private homage to that WIP; it did not sacrifice itself in vain!
32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?
There are so many lines from various places that have inspired me multiple times, it's really hard to pick one!
Something that's been stuck in my mind pretty much all my life is Faramir's dream of the great wave overtaking Númenor, to the point where I've had dreams like that myself. The idea of "darkness unescapable" feels more and more relevant and possible, considering the times we live in. Thinking of the time when Tolkien was writing that very passage, it feels like we're again coming rapidly toward that brink, watching the wave rise.
"...the great dark wave climbing over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable."
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Shrugging off her wings, she handed them to Celegorm, who put them on. “Then fly fast and far we must. But where shall we go for aid?”
“To my cousin Fingon,” Celegorm said. “He is the closest.”
Over the burned plain Huan ran and Celegorm flew, leading them on and ever and anon turning to watch their pursuers. If they but knew it, they retraced the way that Fingolfin rode, and some virtue in his passing kept them safe. At last the towers of Barad Eithel rose in sight.
By this time Beren was barely conscious, and Lúthien hardly much better. Celegorm flew ahead, knocking urgently on the gates, begging for help.
Fortune smiled upon them, for Maedhros of Himring was there, having only just arrived that day. Together he and Fingon the King rode down the long slope from the castle to the gates, and greeted Celegorm with astonishment.
“My brother, what trouble have you got yourself into now?” Maedhros exclaimed.
For answer Celegorm withdrew one of the Silmarils from his pocket.
“Oh, nothing. Just fulfilling our Oath, that’s all,” he said casually, and threw it to Maedhros, who caught it with his one hand, stunned and speechless.
From Go On As Three. The concept for this particular part of the story started life in a totally different WIP that I abandoned long ago. In it, Beren and Luthien diverge from canon and end up in Barad Eithel rather than back near Doriath, and Luthien begs Fingon for help, meaning that ultimately Fingon and Maedhros (who in the story have been lovers for many years) wind up in a tense standoff over the Silmaril. I borrowed the idea of them ending up in Barad Eithel and Maedhros being there from that story, but of course, the outcome is very different. It's my little private homage to that WIP; it did not sacrifice itself in vain!
32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?
There are so many lines from various places that have inspired me multiple times, it's really hard to pick one!
Something that's been stuck in my mind pretty much all my life is Faramir's dream of the great wave overtaking Númenor, to the point where I've had dreams like that myself. The idea of "darkness unescapable" feels more and more relevant and possible, considering the times we live in. Thinking of the time when Tolkien was writing that very passage, it feels like we're again coming rapidly toward that brink, watching the wave rise.
"...the great dark wave climbing over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable."