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b2memB2MeM Challenge: N-38 – Sons of Feanor – Celegorm and Aredhel
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Celegorm, Huan, Aredhel
Pairings: None
Word Count: 518
Summary: Escaping a family gathering, Aredhel finds Celegorm in the stables caring for Huan.
Of Dogs and Gossamer Cloth
“Can I pet your dog?” a high-pitched voice sounded from behind me. I turned and saw my cousin Aredhel standing in the doorway. Family get-togethers at Grandfather’s home were always strained, but Huan was expressly not allowed into the house by Indis’ decree. So I was here in the stables keeping him company, bringing him some food and, truth be told, escaping the courtesies I would be required to mouth for just a bit longer.
“Can I pet your dog?” she asked again, moving into the stall that Huan and I occupied. She was dressed in some completely useless filmy thing that was dragging on the ground, picking up hay and small bits of horse droppings in the hems.
“You’ll get dog hair all over your finery,” I warned. Huan shed terribly several times a year and even though I had brushed him recently, he was still accessorizing my own leggings and jerkin with a carpet of golden hairs.
“I don’t mind. Maybe it will be a good excuse to get rid of this stupid dress and have the tailor make me something more like what you are wearing.”
“You don’t like dressing in fine clothing and attending parties and entertainments?”
She sighed. “I hate it. Get-togethers like this, well, I suppose I can bend a little and wear stupid frippery. But in general, I like to ride horses and shoot arrows and I paint, some plein-air painting, so I wander all over finding the perfect places to set up my easel. Gowns such as this are nothing more than gossamer fire traps in real life.”
“Gossamer fire traps?” I repeated as I burst out laughing. “I will never be able to look at Grandmother Indis’ gowns in the same way again.”
“But you still haven’t answered me. Can I pet your dog?” she asked one more time, hands on her hips.
I stepped aside and let her do as she pleased. And indeed, she did get a carpet of golden dog hair all over her fine clothing.
I heard later that she was the momentary scandal of her house because she insisted on burning the dress the next day instead of laundering it. Then she insisted on leggings and jerkins to be made for her when her mother tried to have the more useless gown replicated.
A week later a messenger came to the door with a small packet for me. Curious, I opened it, finding a small square of the gossamer fabric enclosing a baked treat for Huan, a pile of ashes, and a note. “It took less than five seconds for the dress to be reduced to this. Yes – gossamer fire traps. I hope Huan enjoys his treat.” I burst out laughing, my brother Carnistir sent a sharp glance in my direction, but I refused to share what had amused me so.
I little realized that Indis’ family garden party would be the first time of many that I would step aside and allow Aredhel to do as she pleased. But I am grateful that some of those things she pleased to do included me.
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Celegorm, Huan, Aredhel
Pairings: None
Word Count: 518
Summary: Escaping a family gathering, Aredhel finds Celegorm in the stables caring for Huan.
Of Dogs and Gossamer Cloth
“Can I pet your dog?” a high-pitched voice sounded from behind me. I turned and saw my cousin Aredhel standing in the doorway. Family get-togethers at Grandfather’s home were always strained, but Huan was expressly not allowed into the house by Indis’ decree. So I was here in the stables keeping him company, bringing him some food and, truth be told, escaping the courtesies I would be required to mouth for just a bit longer.
“Can I pet your dog?” she asked again, moving into the stall that Huan and I occupied. She was dressed in some completely useless filmy thing that was dragging on the ground, picking up hay and small bits of horse droppings in the hems.
“You’ll get dog hair all over your finery,” I warned. Huan shed terribly several times a year and even though I had brushed him recently, he was still accessorizing my own leggings and jerkin with a carpet of golden hairs.
“I don’t mind. Maybe it will be a good excuse to get rid of this stupid dress and have the tailor make me something more like what you are wearing.”
“You don’t like dressing in fine clothing and attending parties and entertainments?”
She sighed. “I hate it. Get-togethers like this, well, I suppose I can bend a little and wear stupid frippery. But in general, I like to ride horses and shoot arrows and I paint, some plein-air painting, so I wander all over finding the perfect places to set up my easel. Gowns such as this are nothing more than gossamer fire traps in real life.”
“Gossamer fire traps?” I repeated as I burst out laughing. “I will never be able to look at Grandmother Indis’ gowns in the same way again.”
“But you still haven’t answered me. Can I pet your dog?” she asked one more time, hands on her hips.
I stepped aside and let her do as she pleased. And indeed, she did get a carpet of golden dog hair all over her fine clothing.
I heard later that she was the momentary scandal of her house because she insisted on burning the dress the next day instead of laundering it. Then she insisted on leggings and jerkins to be made for her when her mother tried to have the more useless gown replicated.
A week later a messenger came to the door with a small packet for me. Curious, I opened it, finding a small square of the gossamer fabric enclosing a baked treat for Huan, a pile of ashes, and a note. “It took less than five seconds for the dress to be reduced to this. Yes – gossamer fire traps. I hope Huan enjoys his treat.” I burst out laughing, my brother Carnistir sent a sharp glance in my direction, but I refused to share what had amused me so.
I little realized that Indis’ family garden party would be the first time of many that I would step aside and allow Aredhel to do as she pleased. But I am grateful that some of those things she pleased to do included me.
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Date: 2012-03-18 08:11 pm (UTC)Except for the thought of ladies going up like Miss Havisham. D:
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Date: 2012-03-18 08:18 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2012-03-19 12:22 am (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2015-03-21 02:01 pm (UTC)*hugs* to you, Leo and Harry
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Date: 2015-03-21 02:22 pm (UTC)Hugs back.