Fandom Snowflake: Day 5

Challenge #5

In your own space, promote a canon/talk about a part of canon that you love. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.


Ohh, I love this one, it gives me the warm fuzzies every year! :D

At the moment I'm knee deep in worldbuilding for The City Over the Mountains, my Elemmakil/Voronwë fic which I cruelly neglected last year, so I've been re-reading the various versions of The Fall of Gondolin.  This passage, from the last version of the tale, has been a favourite ever since a My Slashy Valentine prompt inspired me to pair the two of them...


But their whispers aroused the sleeping echoes, and they were enlarged and multiplied, and ran in the roof and the unseen walls, hissing and murmuring of the sound of many stealthy voices.  And even as the echoes died in the stone, Tuor heard out of the darkness a voice speak in the Elven-tongues: first in the High Speech of the Noldor, which he knew not; and then in the tongue of Beleriand, though in a manner somewhat strange to his ears, as of a people long sundered from their kin.

'Stand!' it said.  'Stir not!  Or you will die, be you foes or friends.'

'We are friends,' said Voronwë.

'Then do as we bid,' said the voice.

The echo of their voices rolled into silence.  Voronwë and Tuor stood still, and it seemed to Tuor that many slow minutes passed, and a fear was in his heart such as no other peril of his road had brought.  Then there came the beat of feet, growing to a tramping loud as the march of trolls in that hollow place.  Suddenly an elven lantern was unhooded, and its bright ray was turned upon Voronwë before him, but nothing else could Tuor see save a dazzling star in the darkness; and he knew that while that beam was upon him he could not move, neither to flee nor to run forward.  

For a moment they were held thus in the eye of the light, and then the voice spoke again, saying: 'Show your faces!'  And Voronwë cast back his hood, and his face shone in the ray, hard and clear, as if graven in stone; and Tuor marvelled to see its beauty.  Then he spoke proudly, saying: 'Know you not whom you see?  I am Voronwë son of Aranwë of the House of Fingolfin.  Or am I forgotten in my own land after a few years?  Far beyond the thought of Middle-earth I have wandered, yet I remember your voice, Elemmakil.'