Fatherhood by Zhie (N43) (I22)
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b2memFatherhood
B2MeM Challenge:N-43; I-22
Four Words: smith, consonance, cradle, mantle
Write What you Know: A Character you dislike...
Format:Drabble
Genre:Family
Rating:G
Warnings:none
Characters:Maedhros, Feanor
Pairings:none
Summary:Father Feanor.
Notes:The dislike part was hard. I even like Morgoth. However, I dislike a lot of what Feanor did... commonality? protectiveness/closeness of immediate family (well, except Nerdanel... no one's perfect?)
Feanor looked up as the youngling climbed over the side of his cradle, a son strong as he was charmingly beautiful. Maedhros giggled, teetering around a corner. He peeked around and squeal, seeing that Feanor was crouched down at the doorway. Again the youngster scrambled around, lifting a corner of Feanor’s cloak, to sneak beneath the mantle to hide. Feanor laughed and reached around again, but Maedhros squeaked and awkwardly tottered away. As Feanor rose, he heard the pitter patter of little feet, their consonance a constant reminder the he now held another title: not smith, nor prince, but father.
B2MeM Challenge:N-43; I-22
Four Words: smith, consonance, cradle, mantle
Write What you Know: A Character you dislike...
Format:Drabble
Genre:Family
Rating:G
Warnings:none
Characters:Maedhros, Feanor
Pairings:none
Summary:Father Feanor.
Notes:The dislike part was hard. I even like Morgoth. However, I dislike a lot of what Feanor did... commonality? protectiveness/closeness of immediate family (well, except Nerdanel... no one's perfect?)
Feanor looked up as the youngling climbed over the side of his cradle, a son strong as he was charmingly beautiful. Maedhros giggled, teetering around a corner. He peeked around and squeal, seeing that Feanor was crouched down at the doorway. Again the youngster scrambled around, lifting a corner of Feanor’s cloak, to sneak beneath the mantle to hide. Feanor laughed and reached around again, but Maedhros squeaked and awkwardly tottered away. As Feanor rose, he heard the pitter patter of little feet, their consonance a constant reminder the he now held another title: not smith, nor prince, but father.
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