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tolkien100Title : Sisters in law, sisters in expatriation: Hareth
Author : Himring
Fandom : Silmarillion / Unfinished Tales
Rating : PG
Characters : Hareth of the Haladin and her husband Galdor of Dor-lomin
Disclaimer : Tolkien tells us about the wedding, Himring reflected on Hareth's married life.
Spoilers : Only very tangentially so.
Summary : Hareth and Gloredhel married each other's brothers in a double wedding; both went to live with their new husband's people. 3 x 100 words from Hareth's point of view.
Hareth looked in the mirror given her by Gloredhel when they exchanged gifts at their wedding. It showed dark hair, features that made her stand out among her husband’s people; it did not show how short she was, compared to any of them, but especially to her husband, Galdor the Tall, towering more than two heads above her. It was too small for that.
Visible difference—but the difference between the House of the Haleth and the House of Hador was reflected even more strongly in thought.
How, she wondered, was Gloredhel doing, trying to adjust to life in Brethil?
It felt more daunting today to be short and dark amid an assembly of blonde giants—perhaps because she was carrying her first child, although, once born, it would bind her more closely to Dor-lomin, Hareth hoped.
If anybody thought that the Haladin were too few to be of much account, they tried not to let her feel it. But when she had offered to teach the girls how to handle a halberd, it earned her respectful reproof from her husband’s cousin Indor. Hareth was no Haleth, no fully trained Guardian, but how sheltered could Dor-lomin’s women afford to be?
‘Galdor,’ said Hareth.
His head came up instantly. He had been very concerned about her and her health since the beginning of the pregnancy. He, too, had their difference in height in mind, it seemed, although Hareth had passed on the reassuring comments by the midwife about the width of her hips.
‘Galdor,’ said Hareth, ‘whether I carry a son or daughter, I want them to be fostered according to the old custom, in my brother’s household. Our children shall know both Brethil and Dor-lomin.’
Galdor looked startled, but nodded.
‘You have my promise, Hareth. And Gloredhel will be glad.’
A/N: Written for various prompts from Legendarium Ladies April, Tolkien Weekly and a SWG Challenge.
Author : Himring
Fandom : Silmarillion / Unfinished Tales
Rating : PG
Characters : Hareth of the Haladin and her husband Galdor of Dor-lomin
Disclaimer : Tolkien tells us about the wedding, Himring reflected on Hareth's married life.
Spoilers : Only very tangentially so.
Summary : Hareth and Gloredhel married each other's brothers in a double wedding; both went to live with their new husband's people. 3 x 100 words from Hareth's point of view.
Hareth looked in the mirror given her by Gloredhel when they exchanged gifts at their wedding. It showed dark hair, features that made her stand out among her husband’s people; it did not show how short she was, compared to any of them, but especially to her husband, Galdor the Tall, towering more than two heads above her. It was too small for that.
Visible difference—but the difference between the House of the Haleth and the House of Hador was reflected even more strongly in thought.
How, she wondered, was Gloredhel doing, trying to adjust to life in Brethil?
It felt more daunting today to be short and dark amid an assembly of blonde giants—perhaps because she was carrying her first child, although, once born, it would bind her more closely to Dor-lomin, Hareth hoped.
If anybody thought that the Haladin were too few to be of much account, they tried not to let her feel it. But when she had offered to teach the girls how to handle a halberd, it earned her respectful reproof from her husband’s cousin Indor. Hareth was no Haleth, no fully trained Guardian, but how sheltered could Dor-lomin’s women afford to be?
‘Galdor,’ said Hareth.
His head came up instantly. He had been very concerned about her and her health since the beginning of the pregnancy. He, too, had their difference in height in mind, it seemed, although Hareth had passed on the reassuring comments by the midwife about the width of her hips.
‘Galdor,’ said Hareth, ‘whether I carry a son or daughter, I want them to be fostered according to the old custom, in my brother’s household. Our children shall know both Brethil and Dor-lomin.’
Galdor looked startled, but nodded.
‘You have my promise, Hareth. And Gloredhel will be glad.’
A/N: Written for various prompts from Legendarium Ladies April, Tolkien Weekly and a SWG Challenge.
