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Fantasy Friday Submissions 9/11/2020:

Hello all! Thank you for those of you who participated in Fantasy Friday! Below are the submissions for last Fantasy Friday! If you didn’t get a chance to partake this week, please consider doing so next Friday!

Dragon Tamer by Clouds  (Painting) 

Magic All Gone by Me (Poem)

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Gauze & Sweets (DuckTales):

A/N: I can’t get over the fact Della Duck has finally made an animated appearance after seventy years. It’s blowing my mind days later. 

Summary: They were both wild children in different ways.  

Donald climbed. He climbed fast and hard. Sweat piled to the edge of his bill as his breathless pursuit ensued. He heard her quick pants and equally loud rustling beneath him. Leaves scattered wildly around them. He was three branches above. It wasn’t that he could see but saw the end in sight where the sun shined brightest through the leaves.

His stinging hand readied to grip the second to last branch. It was then his fingers failed him. His fingers scraped the bark and fell flat. Exhaustion was a likely cause, but it being a mindless mishap, a careless miscalculation on his part was even likelier. As a consequence, he was suddenly thrust down by gravity’s hand.

He heard her shout his name in alarm, a frightened shock that shook his core. But as he fell, as his body broke a number of twigs, leaving the leaves scattered and homeless, he couldn’t help but think that she’d be impressed with his personal record, if only for a little bit.

A throbbing pain bit his wrist when he landed. Donald rolled onto his back, and his blurred vision saw a figure swinging down with envious precision. Her arms landed where she wanted them to land. Her hands gripped firmly with envious strength and held where she wanted them to hold. She was like a chipmunk minus the oversized cheeks. It might have felt an hour, but she arrived at his side in less than thirty seconds.

“C’mon Donnie, c’mon,” she put a hand on his shoulder, “tell me where it hurts.”

“It doesn’t hurt!” His wounded pride stung at the corner of his eyes, and he wiped them away hastily, growing more embarrassed with her concern and victory, “I think I bruised my wrist during the fall.”

“Your wrist?” Seeing where he held his wrist tightly to his chest, Della gently pried his other hand away so that she could inspect it. She ignored his burning hisses and sighed in relief, “It looks sprained.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel sprained,” Donald groaned.

“It’s cause you’re a wittle baby,” Della cooed, and she stared behind her where the dirt road leading to Grandma Elvira’s farm was, “Granny won’t be home for a while. We can make it back to the farm and get the First Aid Kit.”

“It’ll work for a sprained wrist?”

“It should.”

With gentleness surprising for a ten year old, she tugged him upwards. They scanned the backyard nervously as they walked past the pig pen and chicken coop, afraid the farm animals would somehow convey their guilt to their grandmother. In the distance the rickety, screen backdoor came into view, and they hurried onward, prepared not to inhale the sweet aroma of Grandma Duck’s weekend apple pies.

“Gus?” Della searched around the kitchen, “Gus, are you here?”

“He went with Granny.” He sat on the floor, staring dejectedly at his swollen wrist, “Granny said something about buying more soap.”

“I thought Aunt Daphne bought her a fancy soap set for her birthday?”

“She hates the fancy stuff,” Donald explained stiffly, “says it irritates her delicate skin.”

“Oh.”

Della went to the kitchen sink. Using a chair, she climbed to the counter and opened the cabinet door. The First Aid Kit was in the right corner and after quaking in delight, she displayed it for his pleasure, but he moaned instead, snapping that he could see it well enough. They needed to beat Grandma. Hopping off the chair she tugged on his hand and pulled them away. Her mind had made up what she was going to do next. Donald could tell based on her curled beak, and as reassuring her presence was, his stomach continued to drop.

Gus’ room was on the far end of the hall, closest to the kitchen. He never locked his bedroom door, never saw a reason to, and Della opened it in a manner that proved this wasn’t the first time she entered without permission.

“Go sit on the bed,” she commanded softly, “I’ll get this ready.”

Although the sharp pain had lessened in the passing minutes, Donald was too tired to bark back a defiant retort. Climbing on Gus’ bed, he winced at the unusual crunchiness underneath the bed sheets. Sitting down, he felt his bottom smush on something soft and squishy, and his feathers paled.

“What’s wrong, Donnie,” Della held the gauze and clip. She sat beside him, heard the unfamiliar crunch, and giggled, “We’re probably sitting on his Crunch bars. He has tons of candy stored in his bed.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her, “And he shares them with you?” Gus’ gluttony was known near and far, and Donald couldn’t imagine his cousin sharing any food with anyone, no matter how nice he was or how close they were.

“I wish.” She took his hand into hers and began to wrap the gauze. The firmness in which she clasped his hand wasn’t a marvel. She was the physically stronger one after all, as their dad said, but the sudden quietness, the worrisome curl of her bill told him this was new for her.

“How’d you learn?” He pressed away from the pain and stared at her careful maneuvers, “I don’t think Ma taught you how to do this.”

Della shrugged, “Mrs. B taught me when we visited Uncle Scrooge,” and at his incredulous stare, she giggled, “she’s really nice once you stop playing kick me sack in the mansion, or not eat all of the cookies Duckworth baked.”

“He said we could have some.”

“You didn’t even leave me one, Donnie,” she said this softly without any reprimand, but for some reason, a wave of guilt smashed on top of him. He hadn’t meant to eat all of them, but what did they expect? It was triple chocolate cookies.

She worked quickly and was finished in no time. She grabbed the metal clasp and clamped the gauze down, and she smiled proudly at her work, clapping her hands together, “See, as good as new. Just give it a few days, y’know?”

“Wow,” he raised his hand, “this is really tight, but awesome.”

An idea came to him. He hopped off the bed and pulled over the bed sheets. As Della explained a box of uneaten and eaten treats blanketed the bed. He pilfered through them before finding the exact box he knew Gus had in his possession, and handed it to Della, grinning widely at her.

“Wait, that’s for Gus,” and even more suspiciously, “did you poison it?”

“What?” He chuckled, “No, Gus loves these things. Gum-drop, chocolate stacked cookies, and besides, he owes me for the time I covered his chores. Granny doesn’t know.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m paying you back, Dumbdella,” he shook the bag of cookies and watched with satisfaction as her eyes trailed it side to side.

“When you put it like that,” she snatched it from his hands and popped it open, not caring to dust away the crumbs, “we’ll share it and call it a deal, ‘kay?”

“And hide the rest in Grandpa’s workshop,” he talked through a handful of cookies in his mouth, “Gus never goes in there if he can help it.”

“We’ll tell Granny you got hurt feeding the pigs.” She nodded safely, letting the pieces come together as they went along, “It doesn’t hurt to lie, and Granny’s always worrying about you, Donnie.”

“Eh, I got sick that one time, you know.” As his cookies occupied his attention, he didn’t notice her withered look, but this look passed quickly as she resumed gobbling her cookies gleefully.

Another afternoon passed in tranquil giggles as the pair consumed their undeserved snacks in their cousin’s room. Laughter of a special kind flowed freely amongst the ruined bed and its untidy walls, and the pain in Donald’s wrist was but a distant memory. 

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My attempt at a somewhat comprehensive genealogy for the royal house of Finwë. I’ve taken the liberty to include headcanons and had some fun making up mother-names for most of the non-Fëanorian lot. I’ve also given names to various wives because they existed and they SHOULD HAVE THEM (*glares at JRR*). Brief explanations on non-canonical relationships and naming from left to right:

1. Thalindel of the Sindar: “Steadfast Star-heart.” Maglor’s wife, a native of Hithlum, who befriended and comforted a lost poet suddenly thrust into the role of regent in the long bright dark before first dawn. Very fond of horses, basically fills the administrative duties of managing the heavy cavalry legions of The Gap.

2. Menelnárë Vairëmelda: “Heavenly Fire, Beloved of Vairë.” Curufin’s wife, who married him for his status and his charm, and then grew fond of him over time. Curufin liked the symmetry of marrying into the weaver’s guild and knew his father would approve of the choice. Stayed in Aman.

3. Haleth, daughter of Haldad: has no intention of being pressured into marriage to a man interested only in her position, which is all of them. Caranthir, who never thought of marrying and would not care about any position but his own anyway, star-struck by this diminutive woman who talks back at him and can keep up and doesn’t give a shit about his temper, proposes a solution. It is not uncommon for spouses to live apart among the Eldar, and he’d love to be stepped on once a decade or so.

4. Findis Araniel: “King’s Daughter.” Because a boring father-name deserves an equally uninspired mother-name.

5. Anaire Vorimissë: “Faithful Woman.” Name of insight, as she remains behind in Aman.

6. Findekano Indomirë: “Jewel-Heart.” As in, this man is a gem and his heart is a treasure. Maedhros agrees.

7. Turukano Olócimo: “One who heeds visions/dreams.” Name of insight, self-explanatory.

8. Elenwë Laurëlótë: “Golden Flower,” a reference to her Vanyarin origin as well as her hair.

9. Irisse Necelnis: “Spear Wife.” Meant in the sense of fierceness and prickly nature, but if the shoe fits and Eöl hurls it....(I’m so sorry).

10. Eöl Elmion: here son of Elmo, the unfortunately named brother of both Olwë and Elwë who is also Celeborn’s grandfather. This fits as Eöl is said to be of Elwë’s kin, and is given dispensation to live outside Doriath in his own realm.

11. Arakano Nolmendur: “Servant of Wisdom.”

12. Gil-Galad: here his parentage is owed to a brilliant fic I read but whose name I can’t remember. It may have been one in Spacewall’s big post 3rd age series, but I can’t be sure. It is, let me repeat, brilliant, because it remembers that Lalwen exists and provides a great explanation for Gil’s possible looks (light hair inherited from lalwen’s mother and/or Cirdan himself, which could make him look very like an Arafinwean), and accounts for the records naming him Fingon’s heir through adoption. All he had to swear to was that little Gil was indeed of the blood of Finwë, the blood of kings (Cirdan is also said to be of Elwë’s kin, and has a big independent realm, so I’m imagining him as the fourth brother of the bunch). The scribes make up a wife for Fingon to avoid rumours of bastardy.

13. Eärwen Uinendil: “Lover of/Friend of Uinen.” Self-explanatory, and apt for a princess of sea elves.

14. Amarië Telumessë: “Sky-Woman.” In reference to Varda, and her Vanyarin origin.

15. Findarato Ingalaurë: “Top Gold.” One of Tolkien’s proposed mother-names for Finarfin, rejected in favour of Ingoldo, which Eärwen then passes onto their son. I think ingalaure fits Finrod much more, given the symbolism of arafinwean hair and the trees, and the simile with the crown of golden flowers of his house.

16. Eldalótë Falmariel: “Daughter of the Wave.” Here I’m making her explicitly Telerin.

17. Angarato Alimacondo: “Fair Lord.” In reference to both his hair and his iron sense of justice- heh.

18. Artaher Hestorindo: “Noble Lord, Swift Captain.” Artaher is the latest quenya name Tolkien used for the character otherwise known as Orodreth before his death. The Sinda form of this name is Arothir. “Swift Captain” seemed a proper name for a lordling of Telerin Heritage on both sides.

*** I’m making the assumption that the Sindar don’t have the practice of mother-names, as none are given. This is also the case of most elves that came to Aman instead of being born in it, so I attribute this difference to the sundering, where the elves left behind retained simpler naming conventions, and the Calaquendi traditions became more elaborate.

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