Intrigued by "the clockmaker's son" 👀
hi hi melesta!! <3 <3
the clockmaker's son is my silly little aman era fic, starring finrod, maglor, and fingon in the main roles of a vanity project play put on by the royal houses. here's the opening!
Findaráto stared sulkily down at the script. He knew exactly how this was going to go. Makalaurë, the best singer of them and of the eldest house, would naturally be given the lead part; the soldier, the hero of the romance. Findekáno, then, would take his foil; the slighted king, as noble and tragic.
And Findaráto, the youngest and least among them three, would have to scavenge for whatever other part was left — and given none would let him play the maiden-love of one of his cousins, nothing of any significance remained.
Again he’d be given some bit part, as though he was still a child — no great solo to sing nor speech to give, a costume he would have to modify himself if he wanted to shine. Again his elder cousins would be the talk of town and he would have to content himself with only his father’s enthusiastic applause.
Just then the great doors burst open, striking the wall with a dull thud. Makalaurë bounced in, a pep in his step, waving his script at his younger cousin.
“It is decided, then!” he called with great cheer,“I shall play the clockmaker’s son!”
“What?” Findaráto glanced up at him sharply, not thinking to hide his confusion. He could not remember even who that was, nor when he appeared in the script.
“Page 48,” Makalaurë said, patting Findaráto on the shoulder as he passed, “lines 112-116. He betrays the soldier.”