Vanafin: Fire, Wind, and Water

Osse, Bad

Hello, friends! I am sorry for the overly late update. Life just gets rough sometimes, you know? Anyways, poor Vano here is still confused about this dream he had while unconscious where he got to see the old house where his uncles lived and met with his grandma Nerdanel. He also has a bleeding back that he doesn't even realize yet, along with many other things. Hopefully in Numenor, he'll get some help. Anyways, here's the long-awaited (and possibly terrible) chapter where Elrond yells at a Maia--yes, Osse, as you can tell by the title. So, here we go...
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The boat rocked as Vanafin crawled up the stairs to the main deck. He had lost his balance some time ago when the boat truly started swaying. After many tries of walking and falling down, Vanafin finally just began to crawl his way down the hall to the white stairs at the far end. He didn't see any other elves onboard yet, save for Gildor who was still in the room. Now he was at the top of the stairs, sitting on the top step, waiting for his head and back to stop hurting.

One rock nearly slid Vanafin off the step.

Vanafin readjusted himself on the steps before lying his head down on them. The door beside him opened a second later, and Celebrimbor crouched down next to him.

"Why is ship rocking so much?" Vanafin groaned.

Celebrimbor held him in place as another strong sway happened. "Ossë is apparently not happy with us Fëanorians being aboard. Before the rising of the sun and moon, he had been asked to sink the Teleri ships we'd used. Ulmo stopped him. No one is stopping him from doing so now... Well, maybe Elrond..." Celebrimbor's voice trailed off.

Vanafin stared at him in disbelief. "Elrond? How can that half-elf do that?!"

Celebrimbor helped him to stand up. "Think about it. Elrond is part Maia. He has had several members of his family interact with the Ainur of the waters--Earendil, Elwing, Turgon, potentially more. Even Thingol if you count the fact his brother is Olwe, the one who tried to get Osse to drown our people the first time around."

The two elves walked out onto the main deck. Celebrimbor brought Vanafin over to a pole where he could hold on for dear life as one rock nearly had them falling into the water.

Elrond, however, seemed to be enjoying himself, leaning over the railing and shouting curses in Quenya, and Sindarin, and whatever other languages he knew at the sea. Even as the ship rocked and swayed, he stayed balanced and determined to announce every last curse in his vocabulary.

Another wave crashed into the ship.

"Sometimes, he seems worse than uncle Caranthir..." Vanafin muttered before coughing up a bit of water.

"Don't let him hear you," Celebrimbor replied, taking a fish that had landed near them and throwing it over his shoulder and into the sea. "Though I must say, he may even be worse than Grandfather on occasions like this. At least Grandfather didn't go shouting every curse off the top of his head at an Ainu like this."

"I think this is the first time I've heard you speak of Grandfather on something that doesn't involve the Oath. So many people speak more on his hatred for the Ainur and creating the Oath. I doubt Elrond is doing worse than what Grandfather would do."

Celebrimbor was silent for a while. Soon, the ship calmed from the rocking, and Elrond sat on the ground, looking out at the sea.

"Grandfather was not all that bad," Celebrimbor finally said. "He was actually pretty fun to be around, and he was always very patient in explaining things. It wasn't until Morgoth was released, and Grandfather became over-obsessed with his Silmarils that he actually began to become insecure and anti-social, blocking even grandmother Nerdanel from his life."

Gildor appeared from the doorway, giving them a quick nod before heading off to sit next to Elrond.

"I talked with Grandmother in my dream..."

Celebrimbor glanced at Vanafin. "What do you mean by 'talked'? She lives all the way in Valinor."

"I 'woke' in this dream in a house on the plains. The room I first came to looked like it belonged to Atar. After that, I found uncle Maedhros', uncle Maglor's, uncle Caranthir's, and a room that looked to be shared between you and uncle Curufin. There were some other rooms, but they were locked. I then went up these stairs into some sort of preforming room with a giant harp. There was a table there with a cup of still warm liquid. I went up to it, and this lady calls me 'Tyelkormo'. I told her I was his son, and she says he was her third son. So, I met and talked with Grandmother. I told her what happened to our family, and that we and Aearion are the only ones left, with the vague chance of uncle Maglor."

Elrond and Gildor now looked over, now interested in the conversation.

The ship began to rock again, and instantly, Elrond was on his feet, leaning over the edge, and shouting: "What did I just tell you, damn it!"

There was an awkward silence where the ship seemed to still.

Celebrimbor stood up from where he sat. "Still, Vano, I think you should talk to someone about that dream at some point. That doesn't seem natural for someone to suddenly have a dream like that without any known reason. On top of that, it doesn't appear like it was some sort of foresight or anything like that. Regardless, we will enter Numenor soon, you might as well change you shirt. It's bloody."

"You tell me that now?!" Vanafin grabbed his shirt, trying to twist his head back to look over his shoulder at his back.

"I'm more surprised you didn't realize that yet."

"He claims to have gotten used to his injuries," Gildor said, standing next to them. Elrond had disappeared off somewhere.

"I have!"

Gildor turned to him. "There are some clothes on the bed you were sleeping on. You can change into those."

Vanafin grumbled under his breath before standing and walking off, feeling his back with a hand to find where the blood was coming from. Once he disappeared behind the door, Gildor turned back to Celebrimbor.

"He didn't claim to have ever met a dragon."

"That is odd..." Celebrimbor continued to watch the door.

"I eventually pried it from his mind, but it took quite some time and energy. He also didn't fully remember the dream, yet he comes up here and goes on about it as though it wasn't a dream at all! Something is off about this. Keep a close eye on him, Tyelperinquar."

"It's Celebrimbor. I no longer use that name."

Gildor merely smiled before asking: "What of your dream?"

Celebrimbor looked at him. "Don't be prying into my mind."

"You're afraid?"

"Wouldn't you be if you were stuck watching your remaining family being tortured, yet you can't do anything to help them?"

The ship swayed again. Elrond went racing out from a corner and jumped into the water. The other elves just shook their heads before turning back to one another.

"It could be just a dream," Gildor suggested.

"Or foresight."

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So, did you like that? Apparently Tyelpe also had a bad dream. And now Elrond decides to jump into the water just before they enter Numenor. Now he's going to be soaking when he greets his brother. Gildor and Tyelpe also seem to be talking behind Vano's back.

The next chapter will involve a meeting with Elros and figuring out who exactly is after the Feanorians. News also reaches them from an unexpected place. Any guesses where?