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A New Addition, by Kaylee Arafinwiel
B2MeM Challenge:
D: Like a very dirty dragon
Between Mindeb and the upper waters of Esgalduin lay the no-land of Nan Dungortheb; and that region was filled with fear, for upon its one side the power of Melian fenced the north march of Doriath, but upon the other side the sheer precipices of Ered Gorgoroth, Mountains of Terror, fell down from high Dorthonion. Thither, as was earlier told, Ungoliant had fled from the whips of the Balrogs, and there she dwelt a while, filling the ravines with her deadly gloom, and there still, when she had passed away, her foul offspring lurked and wove their evil nets; and the thin waters that spilled from Ered Gorgoroth were defiled, and perilous to drink, for the hearts of those that tasted them were filled with shadows of madness and despair.
o67: intercultural relations – Forth Eorlingas
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Family/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of giant spiders and childbirth
Characters: Éowyn, Elboron, OCs
Pairings: Éowyn/Faramir
Summary: A quarter-century after the fall of Sauron, Éowyn and Faramir have welcomed their newest child at the court of Rohan. Aragorn, Arwen and their children have joined them there in time for the birth. But will tripling the amount of royal offspring in the schoolroom while the Princess of Ithilien labours go well? I disclaim "Nob O'The Lea" and dedicate this story to Dreamflower and to Virtuella, for whom I wrote "A Conversation on Family", the last time this visit to Rohan was mentioned. (Knowledge of that story isn't required to enjoy this one.)
Author's Note: Family trees:
Aragorn/Arwen: Celebriel (age 21), Eldarion (age 16), Gilraen (age 7)
Faramir/Eowyn: Merilosse (age 21), Elboron (age 15), Finduilas (age 9)
Eomer/Lothiriel: Elfwine (age 17), Eomund and Theodwyn (age 13), Morwen (age 7)
Fourth Age 26, Rohan (early spring)
Éowyn, Lady of Ithilien, was walking past the schoolroom in Meduseld, rocking her new son in her arms, when she heard Théodwyn’s and Éomund’s voices raised in song. She stopped to listen to her brother's thirteen-year-old twins, her lips twitching in amusement.
"A hobbit of habit is Nob o’ the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!
First breakfast he has at the rise of the sun,
Two eggs, a sausage and one sticky bun.
He stays at the table until it is done,
And then back to bed is his idea of fun.”
She nudged the door open, and looked inside. Master Earnfród sat at the desk, eyeing his charges with reluctant amusement. In his seventies, the Man was one of Éomer’s Witan, canny and wise, but also the trusted tutor of the royal children of Rohan, whether they dwelt within the Golden Hall or were visiting. Still, he tended to be indulgent with his visiting charges, as she well knew.
Seventeen-year-old Elfwine, she could see now, was reclining on the bench nearest the wall with an amused smirk on his lips. Eldarion and her Elboron, sixteen and fifteen, fidgeted impatiently on either side of him. All three were no doubt eager to be out of the schoolroom, and likely Elboron had been worried over her.
All the while, seven-year-old Gilraen and Morwen were listening raptly to the twins’ singing. Nine-year-old Finduilas was beginning to hum along, and Éowyn laughed, catching the attention of all the children.
“Aunt Éowyn!”
“Moder!”
“Éowyn!”
The cries from the children, almost simultaneous, caused Éowyn to laugh more as the singing cut off and they ran to the door to surround her with fond hugs and a barrage of questions.
“Stop, stop, the lot of you. Now,” Éowyn said, holding her babe protectively, “all of you not of Ithilien, go sit. And Éomund, Théodwyn, you will give your apologies to Master Earnfród for not attending.”
Resigned sighs and nods greeted this announcement, and soon all but Elboron and Finduilas were back in the schoolroom.
“Moder,” Elboron said, “where is Merilossë? Should she not be here to greet her new…”
“Brother,” Finduilas said confidently, and Elboron looked at her. “Morwen told me,” Finduilas explained.
“How did Morwen know?” Elboron shook his head.
Éowyn smiled faintly. “Yes, a brother,” she agreed, “and Merilossë was first to greet him, for she is a woman now, and a full healer, not only an apprentice. She attended the birth.”
“Oh,” Finduilas sighed. “I want to hold him. May I? What is his name?”
“You will learn that on his Naming Day, just as everyone else will,” Éowyn said, helping her daughter to hold the newborn. “Now, who is going to tell me what that was all about?”
Elboron sighed. “The twins didn’t like the lesson they were set, so they decided to give us all a song they learned from Uncle Holdwine, instead.”
Éowyn raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what lesson was that?”
“It was ancient history,” Finduilas said. “Something about a vale and mountains, filled with spiders, where Beren had to cross to get to Doriath.” She wrinkled her nose. “Such places do not really exist.”
The Lady of Ithilien looked at her youngest daughter. “Did Uncle Holdwine tell you the tale of your Uncles Panthael and Iorhael, and the spider?”
“Shelob,” Finduilas nodded. “But she was just one spider.”
“Yet she had a mother, and brothers and sisters,” Éowyn replied. Finduilas’ eyes widened in shock.
“I am glad you are not a giant spider,” she told the baby in her arms after a moment of pensive silence.
“Don’t be silly, Fin,” Elboron said with a laugh. “Moder wouldn’t have a spider! She would have a dragon!” He smirked as Finduilas shrieked, and wrinkled his nose as the baby began to howl. “A very dirty dragon,” he added as Finduilas thrust the baby into her mother’s arms, nose wrinkled in disgust.
Unsure whether to laugh or cry, Éowyn shooed her older children back inside. The newest son of Rohan and Ithilien needed immediate attention!
D: Like a very dirty dragon
Between Mindeb and the upper waters of Esgalduin lay the no-land of Nan Dungortheb; and that region was filled with fear, for upon its one side the power of Melian fenced the north march of Doriath, but upon the other side the sheer precipices of Ered Gorgoroth, Mountains of Terror, fell down from high Dorthonion. Thither, as was earlier told, Ungoliant had fled from the whips of the Balrogs, and there she dwelt a while, filling the ravines with her deadly gloom, and there still, when she had passed away, her foul offspring lurked and wove their evil nets; and the thin waters that spilled from Ered Gorgoroth were defiled, and perilous to drink, for the hearts of those that tasted them were filled with shadows of madness and despair.
o67: intercultural relations – Forth Eorlingas
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Family/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of giant spiders and childbirth
Characters: Éowyn, Elboron, OCs
Pairings: Éowyn/Faramir
Summary: A quarter-century after the fall of Sauron, Éowyn and Faramir have welcomed their newest child at the court of Rohan. Aragorn, Arwen and their children have joined them there in time for the birth. But will tripling the amount of royal offspring in the schoolroom while the Princess of Ithilien labours go well? I disclaim "Nob O'The Lea" and dedicate this story to Dreamflower and to Virtuella, for whom I wrote "A Conversation on Family", the last time this visit to Rohan was mentioned. (Knowledge of that story isn't required to enjoy this one.)
Author's Note: Family trees:
Aragorn/Arwen: Celebriel (age 21), Eldarion (age 16), Gilraen (age 7)
Faramir/Eowyn: Merilosse (age 21), Elboron (age 15), Finduilas (age 9)
Eomer/Lothiriel: Elfwine (age 17), Eomund and Theodwyn (age 13), Morwen (age 7)
Fourth Age 26, Rohan (early spring)
Éowyn, Lady of Ithilien, was walking past the schoolroom in Meduseld, rocking her new son in her arms, when she heard Théodwyn’s and Éomund’s voices raised in song. She stopped to listen to her brother's thirteen-year-old twins, her lips twitching in amusement.
"A hobbit of habit is Nob o’ the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!
First breakfast he has at the rise of the sun,
Two eggs, a sausage and one sticky bun.
He stays at the table until it is done,
And then back to bed is his idea of fun.”
She nudged the door open, and looked inside. Master Earnfród sat at the desk, eyeing his charges with reluctant amusement. In his seventies, the Man was one of Éomer’s Witan, canny and wise, but also the trusted tutor of the royal children of Rohan, whether they dwelt within the Golden Hall or were visiting. Still, he tended to be indulgent with his visiting charges, as she well knew.
Seventeen-year-old Elfwine, she could see now, was reclining on the bench nearest the wall with an amused smirk on his lips. Eldarion and her Elboron, sixteen and fifteen, fidgeted impatiently on either side of him. All three were no doubt eager to be out of the schoolroom, and likely Elboron had been worried over her.
All the while, seven-year-old Gilraen and Morwen were listening raptly to the twins’ singing. Nine-year-old Finduilas was beginning to hum along, and Éowyn laughed, catching the attention of all the children.
“Aunt Éowyn!”
“Moder!”
“Éowyn!”
The cries from the children, almost simultaneous, caused Éowyn to laugh more as the singing cut off and they ran to the door to surround her with fond hugs and a barrage of questions.
“Stop, stop, the lot of you. Now,” Éowyn said, holding her babe protectively, “all of you not of Ithilien, go sit. And Éomund, Théodwyn, you will give your apologies to Master Earnfród for not attending.”
Resigned sighs and nods greeted this announcement, and soon all but Elboron and Finduilas were back in the schoolroom.
“Moder,” Elboron said, “where is Merilossë? Should she not be here to greet her new…”
“Brother,” Finduilas said confidently, and Elboron looked at her. “Morwen told me,” Finduilas explained.
“How did Morwen know?” Elboron shook his head.
Éowyn smiled faintly. “Yes, a brother,” she agreed, “and Merilossë was first to greet him, for she is a woman now, and a full healer, not only an apprentice. She attended the birth.”
“Oh,” Finduilas sighed. “I want to hold him. May I? What is his name?”
“You will learn that on his Naming Day, just as everyone else will,” Éowyn said, helping her daughter to hold the newborn. “Now, who is going to tell me what that was all about?”
Elboron sighed. “The twins didn’t like the lesson they were set, so they decided to give us all a song they learned from Uncle Holdwine, instead.”
Éowyn raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what lesson was that?”
“It was ancient history,” Finduilas said. “Something about a vale and mountains, filled with spiders, where Beren had to cross to get to Doriath.” She wrinkled her nose. “Such places do not really exist.”
The Lady of Ithilien looked at her youngest daughter. “Did Uncle Holdwine tell you the tale of your Uncles Panthael and Iorhael, and the spider?”
“Shelob,” Finduilas nodded. “But she was just one spider.”
“Yet she had a mother, and brothers and sisters,” Éowyn replied. Finduilas’ eyes widened in shock.
“I am glad you are not a giant spider,” she told the baby in her arms after a moment of pensive silence.
“Don’t be silly, Fin,” Elboron said with a laugh. “Moder wouldn’t have a spider! She would have a dragon!” He smirked as Finduilas shrieked, and wrinkled his nose as the baby began to howl. “A very dirty dragon,” he added as Finduilas thrust the baby into her mother’s arms, nose wrinkled in disgust.
Unsure whether to laugh or cry, Éowyn shooed her older children back inside. The newest son of Rohan and Ithilien needed immediate attention!