The last of my three TRSB treats is another comedy--ar rather, a comedy within a comedy! It is a shockingly long (4.5k) scene of Glorfindel and Ecthelion reading a dodgy (and romantic) play together.
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Glorfindelâs hair fell forward when he reached for the page, reminding Ecthelion of a completely inappropriate dream he had been trying hard to forget. But the shameful memory fled as Glorfindel began to declaim, in the clear, martial voice he used during weapon-drills.
Oh lady fair with moonlight on her head
Throughout my life I have heard much of you.
Our fathers always dreamed that we might wed
As by the starlit lake their friendship grew.
âAh, sorry, that is you, Ecthelion,â he said, at normal volume. âEĂ€rwen, I mean.â
It took Ecthelion a moment to process the performance he had just witnessed, and decide that yes, the casting decision must have been at least partly hair-based. Then, he smiled politely, and recited EĂ€rwenâs response, doing his best to ignore its impropriety and to capture, instead, its combative-flirtatious intent.
Pity our sires could not be wed instead,
Rather than pass their wishful dreams to you.
âOh, that is really good!â Glorfindel was beaming.
âYou like this⊠poetry?â
âI like your reading! As for the poetry⊠I must admit that parts of it give me pause. âMoonlight on her headâ, really? The moon did not even exist, back then."
BTW, all my TRSB stories include the artworks on which they are based. I internally debated including them in these posts, but it felt unfair, like false advertising. Maybe I will just repost the works themselves tomorrow.
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