Elfscribe's Den

There are so many wonderful touches in this.  The story beautifully weaves in the canon events, even more impressive since Erfan told me she hadn't read the Silm before getting the assignment.  The description of the kinslaying is horrific and felt very real to me, and her description of  the crossing of the Helcaraxe is nothing short of stunning.       

"Even with its surface waters frozen by Morgoth's ancient blight, the Sea far below still moved and the Ice with it, grinding in constant torture. Fantastic shapes rose in ridge after ridge, carved by the wind and alternately smoothed and gouged by flying ice. In the troughs between these, frozen waters stretched from fissure to fissure, with fragments small and large all moving one against another. The air was filled with unearthly groaning that sapped the ability to hear even their own minds' thoughts above its noise."

Here's another example that is just heart-breaking to contemplate: "Sometimes, after the Ice swallowed someone and they could not thread rope down the contorted channels, they could still hear the lost one's weakening cries. Finrod heard them still in nightmare. In the killing cold it had been gross foolishness, but two or three always stood vigil, offering words that carried uselessly away on the wind, while the rest went slowly on."

There are also some wonderful characterizations.  Here is Glorfindel's assessment of Finrod:
“Because I haven’t seen you relax since you came out of Alqualondë’s gates looking like a ghost. Because you were going to marry Amarië and you haven’t mentioned her name once. Because you’re too quiet by half, and when you think no-one is looking, you are tense as a strung bow. The rest of the time, you put on a show for us.”

Or here is Finrod's disgust at having to wait so long to engage Morgoth: "He was under no illusions. Even their triumphant arrival at Thangorodrim had been daunting. Nothing in his life had remotely prepared him for seeking battle in cold blood. What were they to do against an enemy hidden away in such a fortress? Wait and watch, said his uncle. Naively, he had imagined the Vala, one against so many, might be quickly brought to a fight, even if it cost them dearly. The anticlimax had been appalling."

I love the scene where Calyaro risks creating a political incident by playing a song recalling the kinslaying.  Erfan wrote the words to various songs he plays and they are just beautiful.  Malinorne translated one into Quenya and the result is equally beautiful when spoken aloud.

The story is also sprinkled with lovely, original language that sounds very appropriate to the Silm - formal and graceful.
Some examples:
*long shadows sprouted from their feet
*Colour blazed all around them as this late-born twin to the silver elder climbed high.
*Their most precious possessions now were not jewels but axe and saw, chisel, hammer, and spade: the means to find ore, smelt metal, and work wood.
*Finrod stared after the retreating figure and hoped the moon would rise soon. Silver-bathed, his dreams would be less vivid. He did not want to dream of Hlapo staring at him over Fingon's shoulder, or watch a nightmare sword pulled free, leaving a boy dead who should have been flying on the wings of the wind.
*the long rays of the sun over the Ethel Wethrin hunted out the last lingering tendrils from the trees
*He turned away, but not before Finrod saw his tears spill and fall, unmistakable even merged with the spray from the falls.

 It is a long story but well worth the time.  I really enjoyed it.  Thanks Erfan for a lovely gift.