The Redemption of the Noldor
by Cirdan
Part 2
Cirdan first met Finrod in the spring at Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of
Reuniting, 20 years after the Noldor had first arrived in Middle Earth. His
golden hair shone like the gleam of the sun on the pools of Ivrin, and diamonds
like stars decorated his hair. Finrod was arrayed in fine blue and silver silk,
and his every move was more graceful than many of the best dancers. He moved
among the guests and spoke easily and openly to Noldor and Sindar alike. He was
very charismatic, and many Gray Elves were drawn to him. Like most of the
Noldor, he spoke in the Sindarin tongue, which the Noldor had learned with
surprising speed. Cirdan watched Finrod for a better part of the Feast.
At last, Cirdan approached Finrod and greeted him in the Noldorin tongue.
"A star shines above our meeting."
"Hail and well met at last, kinsman." Finrod's voice was like the warm
sun at noon of a summer day. His golden hair and beautiful voice was
unmistakably that of the House of Ingwe of the Vanyar. His bearing was noble and
his words eloquent; his leadership was that of the House of Finwe of the Noldor.
But his dark gray eyes, though bright with the Light of the Two Trees, were
definitely of the House of Olwe of the Teleri.
"The Elves of West Beleriand speak highly of you. I'm pleased that you
chose to defend the Pass of Sirion, for Sirion is the most beloved river of
Ulmo, Lord of the Waters, and I do not doubt that he will protect you from
evil," Cirdan said. "I hear that Minas Tirith upon Tol Sirion is
almost completed now."
"Minas Tirith was completed just before my departure," Finrod said
proudly. "The spirit of my people are high, and they delight in the
beautiful, green lands of Beleriand." Finrod paused and switched to the
Sindarin tongue. "I didn't realize that you knew the Noldorin tongue."
"My people have mingled much with the people of Turgon, for he has chosen
to settle on Mount Taras, where Ulmo and Osse often came in days of old. Many of
the Sindar who have taken him as lord once turned to me for lordship and
protection. Turgon and I have learned much from each other."
"Then your excellent teachings must be the cause of Turgon's successful
integration here in Middle Earth." Finrod laughed, and his laughter sounded
almost identical to that of Olwe. Although Cirdan greatly enjoyed conversing
with Turgon, Turgon lacked the familiar Telerin blood that made Cirdan feel more
comfortable around Finrod than most of the other Noldorin Princes.
"I would gladly share my knowledge with you as well, my Lord," Cirdan
said. His voice was wistful and his eyes hopeful. "You have already begun
to explore the lands along lower Sirion. Why not take lordship of all the lands
between Sirion and Nenning that are not of Doriath?"
Finrod started. "Lord Shipwright, I would not usurp you of your
lands!"
"The Sindar of those lands turn to me as their Lord only because those
lands lie beyond the Girdle of Melian. They seek my protection but I am ill able
to guarantee their safety, and my attention is ever westward. My people are the
Falathrim by the Shores of Beleriand, and I am still rebuilding our once fair
cities of Brithombar and Eglarest. We are not as skilled as the Noldor in the
building of things, and our work progresses ever slowly. I believe the Sindar
would benefit from your rule. And when your kingdom has expanded south and west
to Nenning, then you will more readily visit me at Eglarest, and we can benefit
in each other's company."
"Very well then. I will do as you advise, and my people will help to
rebuild the Havens of the Falas." Finrod smiled brightly. In that smile,
Cirdan saw nothing of Finwe, Ingwe, or Olwe. Finrod's smile seemed to be for
Cirdan alone, and in that moment, Finrod seemed to open himself to Cirdan.
In later days, when Cirdan recalled the Feast of Reuniting, he would remember
reuniting with the kin of Finwe, Ingwe, and Olwe. He would remember Finrod's
sunlit golden hair and deep gray eyes. Above all, Cirdan would see in his mind
the vision of Finrod's private and brilliant smile.