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B2MEM 2013 March 6: Crime and Punishment?
B2MeM Challenge: Friendship, Darkness
Format: short story
Genre: general?
Rating: PG
Warnings: somewhat silly, but this is what the Muse wanted
Characters: Nienna, Tilion, Balrog of Moria (Rushirithir), Acairis (Ungoliant)
Pairings: Rushirithir/Acairis developing relationship (siblings/friends)
Summary: Rushirithir and Acairis' stay with Nienna is not without problems...
Rushirithir spoke with Acairis about Prince Legolas, turning the arrow over in his hands as they talked. Acairis looked at the arrow with interest. “That is an odd way to call for help,” she mused. “But if that is what works for the Elf, then it is what works.”
He shrugged. “I suppose. I doubt I will have to ask the Elf for help in any case. What would I need him for?” He felt, rather than saw, Acairis’ smirk, and looked at her. “What?”
“The Children have ways of surprising us,” Acairis reminded him.
“You, perhaps. I barely had anything to do with the Children,” Rushirithir argued. “What did you expect them to do when you ate their precious Trees, take it meekly like little lambs?”
“I did not eat them,” Acairis scowled. “I drank them. Drank their Light.”
Nienna, standing in the doorway, laughed silently as she got the image of a pair of elflings squabbling in front of their mother. She stepped inside. "So tell me, my children, exactly who was responsible for what, then?" Nienna asked, eyes bright with mirth. "Who started this?"
"Acairis ate the Trees," Rushirithir said automatically.
"Drank them," Acairis corrected haughtily in a don't-be-stupid-get-it-right tone, "and Rushirithir here got his idiot self killed."
"And Olorin," Rushirithir snapped back. "I killed Olorin."
"I dare say you did," Nienna remarked drily. "Now then, if you are done deciding exactly how naughty you were..." She deigned not to notice the two Maiar flinching with embarrassment at her choice of words. "Then perhaps you are feeling punishment is in order?"
"What?" Acairis blinked and Rushirithir stared as they spoke in chorus. Nienna lifted an eyebrow.
"Well, that is usually what happens when children have been naughty, is it not so?"
"I...suppose?" Rushirithir sounded doubtful, and Acairis looked worried. "We're not children, my Lady," Acairis protested weakly.
"No?" Nienna asked mildly. "Well, you sounded very like children. Perhaps you should be. Are we not all Atar's Children, when it comes round to it in any case?"
"Atar's," Acairis muttered. "Not yours."
Nienna’s only response was to raise one eyebrow. “Well, children,” she said after a moment, “since it seems you are both guilty of grievous wrongs here – so you say – perhaps you would like to tell me what I ought to do with you both.” She studied them both grimly. “Acairis, since you are so very vocal, you may go first. What should I do with Rushirithir?”
Acairis stared at Nienna dumbly. She was being asked for her opinion on punishing Rushirithir?
“Well, daughter?” Nienna said. “I am waiting.”
“Perhaps Rushirithir ought to be whipped,” Acairis said, "with fire," she elaborated, "since he likes it so much." She somehow didn’t think the Valie would agree to it, but considering how badly Rushirithir had acted…
“Perhaps,” Nienna said neutrally. “And you, my son? How would you have me punish Acairis?”
Rushirithir was half-expecting the question, but it still gave him pause. “Put her on bread and stale water for the next Age?” he suggested. Acairis scowled.
Nienna was hard-pressed not to snort in disbelief. How…creative these two were, she thought drily. “Hmm,” she hedged. “Well, I think you can come up with better than that. Suppose you think about it in the corner. Rushirithir, there, and Acairis, there,” she said firmly, gesturing to opposite corners of the room, her voice hard. “Think long and hard about why I ought to punish you and be ready to give me proper answers, this time.”
The two Maiar obeyed, and Nienna sat on Rushirithir’s bed, willing to give the two the time they needed. Time mattered little in the Blessed Realm, especially to those created outside of Time, after all. She knew something was troubling the two Maiar, her Children to watch over and protect, but what it was precisely, or even if it was the same thing or a different issue for each, evaded her. They would have to come to Nienna and speak with her rather than sniping at each other. While amusing to watch, their squabbling would do no one any good, least of all the two themselves. I always get the stubborn ones, she thought. Well, that is why Atar gave me two little brothers to practice with. If she could keep the Feanturi in line, she could certainly handle a pair of bickering Maiar, even ones as troubled as they…and so she would.
Format: short story
Genre: general?
Rating: PG
Warnings: somewhat silly, but this is what the Muse wanted
Characters: Nienna, Tilion, Balrog of Moria (Rushirithir), Acairis (Ungoliant)
Pairings: Rushirithir/Acairis developing relationship (siblings/friends)
Summary: Rushirithir and Acairis' stay with Nienna is not without problems...
Rushirithir spoke with Acairis about Prince Legolas, turning the arrow over in his hands as they talked. Acairis looked at the arrow with interest. “That is an odd way to call for help,” she mused. “But if that is what works for the Elf, then it is what works.”
He shrugged. “I suppose. I doubt I will have to ask the Elf for help in any case. What would I need him for?” He felt, rather than saw, Acairis’ smirk, and looked at her. “What?”
“The Children have ways of surprising us,” Acairis reminded him.
“You, perhaps. I barely had anything to do with the Children,” Rushirithir argued. “What did you expect them to do when you ate their precious Trees, take it meekly like little lambs?”
“I did not eat them,” Acairis scowled. “I drank them. Drank their Light.”
Nienna, standing in the doorway, laughed silently as she got the image of a pair of elflings squabbling in front of their mother. She stepped inside. "So tell me, my children, exactly who was responsible for what, then?" Nienna asked, eyes bright with mirth. "Who started this?"
"Acairis ate the Trees," Rushirithir said automatically.
"Drank them," Acairis corrected haughtily in a don't-be-stupid-get-it-right tone, "and Rushirithir here got his idiot self killed."
"And Olorin," Rushirithir snapped back. "I killed Olorin."
"I dare say you did," Nienna remarked drily. "Now then, if you are done deciding exactly how naughty you were..." She deigned not to notice the two Maiar flinching with embarrassment at her choice of words. "Then perhaps you are feeling punishment is in order?"
"What?" Acairis blinked and Rushirithir stared as they spoke in chorus. Nienna lifted an eyebrow.
"Well, that is usually what happens when children have been naughty, is it not so?"
"I...suppose?" Rushirithir sounded doubtful, and Acairis looked worried. "We're not children, my Lady," Acairis protested weakly.
"No?" Nienna asked mildly. "Well, you sounded very like children. Perhaps you should be. Are we not all Atar's Children, when it comes round to it in any case?"
"Atar's," Acairis muttered. "Not yours."
Nienna’s only response was to raise one eyebrow. “Well, children,” she said after a moment, “since it seems you are both guilty of grievous wrongs here – so you say – perhaps you would like to tell me what I ought to do with you both.” She studied them both grimly. “Acairis, since you are so very vocal, you may go first. What should I do with Rushirithir?”
Acairis stared at Nienna dumbly. She was being asked for her opinion on punishing Rushirithir?
“Well, daughter?” Nienna said. “I am waiting.”
“Perhaps Rushirithir ought to be whipped,” Acairis said, "with fire," she elaborated, "since he likes it so much." She somehow didn’t think the Valie would agree to it, but considering how badly Rushirithir had acted…
“Perhaps,” Nienna said neutrally. “And you, my son? How would you have me punish Acairis?”
Rushirithir was half-expecting the question, but it still gave him pause. “Put her on bread and stale water for the next Age?” he suggested. Acairis scowled.
Nienna was hard-pressed not to snort in disbelief. How…creative these two were, she thought drily. “Hmm,” she hedged. “Well, I think you can come up with better than that. Suppose you think about it in the corner. Rushirithir, there, and Acairis, there,” she said firmly, gesturing to opposite corners of the room, her voice hard. “Think long and hard about why I ought to punish you and be ready to give me proper answers, this time.”
The two Maiar obeyed, and Nienna sat on Rushirithir’s bed, willing to give the two the time they needed. Time mattered little in the Blessed Realm, especially to those created outside of Time, after all. She knew something was troubling the two Maiar, her Children to watch over and protect, but what it was precisely, or even if it was the same thing or a different issue for each, evaded her. They would have to come to Nienna and speak with her rather than sniping at each other. While amusing to watch, their squabbling would do no one any good, least of all the two themselves. I always get the stubborn ones, she thought. Well, that is why Atar gave me two little brothers to practice with. If she could keep the Feanturi in line, she could certainly handle a pair of bickering Maiar, even ones as troubled as they…and so she would.