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14 | Girls do get it done

14 | Girls do get it done

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Idril Celebrindal | Princess of the Noldor

Location: Eldamar, Aman

Time: March 2981 T.A

Three months.

It had been three months since the first meetings with Elu Thingol and the Sindar has passed through, formerly the King of Doriath and brother to King Olwë, and Idril Celebrindal was surprised by its outcome.

She had thought that before the week she would begin those meetings it would have been a tense subject and she would have to make more effort to sway the ancient Sindar king to allow such a secretive alliance to be fulfilled. Though to her – and Queen Findis and the Noldor – it had only taken one moment to which gave her slight hope.

That had been Elwing.

She had known that the connection between the young peredhel and the Sindar king was through her grandmother. Lord Mablung had mentioned to her during their stay with the Sindar how much resemblance Elwing and Lúthien Tinúviel shared, perhaps from the blood of Dior Eluchíl – son of Beren and Lúthien.

She had finally met the people and the court of  Doriath since living in Beleriand for the first time as well, alongside finally meeting her supposed niece: Finduilas and those whom she was accompanied when they had met on the borders of their land.

Lord Beleg, a name which she remembered from the tales Lord Egalmoth spoke of, was as she imagined him to be. Tall and lithe, he was quick and agile and moved like the wind. His silver hair was tied back in a simple braid, allowing to shape his face. She noticed him carrying a bow and a set of arrows on his back as he arrived to greet them, a firmness and yet sincere kindness upon his features as he spotted young Elwing at her side. He immediately took a liking to Elwing, and Idril smiled slightly, knowing well a soul who could be kind to such younger ones. [1]

Alongside Lord Beleg, was Lord Mablung, whom she remembered from her father's stories. One who had been in the battles of Northern Beleriand and had escaped luckily from Nirnaeth Arnoediad. He was strict and vigilant, and despite only being equipped with one working hand: Idril knew he was a formidable fighter to be the Marchwarden of Doriath. He almost felt thrown back at the resemblance of Elwing, having to hide his softening expressions before he finished greeting them and guided them to their King's new halls. [2]

Idril knew Finduilas enough during their years in Aman, despite her niece's choice to dwell in the realm of the Sindar and Teleri than the Noldor. However, none should doubt how much pride Finduilas gave for her people, for she loved the Noldor and loved her family. However, there was a grave feeling of pain in her that she carried, especially when she spoke about wanting to do more than she could for their plans.

It would seem as if they all did. They didn't need to say anything, but Idril somehow felt a connection between her niece, Lord Beleg and Lord Mablung. As if they knew a common thing than anyone had realised.

Well, she wasn't going to dwell on such things. Orodreth and Carmetarmë knew where Finduilas resided and didn't question or worry about it.

Elu Thingol finally met with her, Finduilas and Elwing. And at first, Idril was surprised at the outcome.

Idril had thought her father was amongst the tallest elves to which she had met in her life but never had she met Elu Thingol until now. He had almost towered them all, with long flowing silver hair and a glowing face which radiated with power and purity. And yet to which she was shocked about was how modest he had dressed.