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b2memB2MeM Challenge: B7 - Winter Wonderland
Format: Drabble
Genre: family
Rating: Gen
Warnings: n/a
Characters: Aragorn, OCs
Pairings: n/a
Creators' Notes (optional): Takes place during "Winter in Arnor", during Aragorn's first winter with the Dunedain.
Summary: Aragorn muses some more on his past, until his melancholy mood is lifted by a hobbit's interruption.
Icicles hung from the roof of the lodges, all around. Aragorn was always fascinated by them, aeglos, these crystalline points were called. He thought of a long-ago weapon, also called snow-point, true crystal and cold as ice, a harbinger of death. The spear itself was long rotted away, but the crystal point still sat on a velvet cushion in Elrond’s study.
Someday, perhaps, it might be given use again – perhaps even by him. He shuddered, stroking a finger down the point of one particularly large icicle, long and deadly.
“Tidings of comfort and joy…”
Aragorn was jolted from his melancholy thoughts of home – no, of Imladris – by the singing of the hobbits Gandalf had brought. One lass, Sage Took, was asking his cousins when second breakfast would be! He laughed to himself. Second breakfast, indeed! One could not help but be comforted when hobbits were about! Now that he thought of it, he was rather hungry…
“Trotter!” Sage shivered as she came to join him. “Second breakfast is cooking!”
“Well, we cannot miss that!” Aragorn smiled faintly, following the lass back to the Mettare bonfire. What would Daernaneth Ivorwen have come up with to feed the village and the hobbits?
Format: Drabble
Genre: family
Rating: Gen
Warnings: n/a
Characters: Aragorn, OCs
Pairings: n/a
Creators' Notes (optional): Takes place during "Winter in Arnor", during Aragorn's first winter with the Dunedain.
Summary: Aragorn muses some more on his past, until his melancholy mood is lifted by a hobbit's interruption.
Icicles hung from the roof of the lodges, all around. Aragorn was always fascinated by them, aeglos, these crystalline points were called. He thought of a long-ago weapon, also called snow-point, true crystal and cold as ice, a harbinger of death. The spear itself was long rotted away, but the crystal point still sat on a velvet cushion in Elrond’s study.
Someday, perhaps, it might be given use again – perhaps even by him. He shuddered, stroking a finger down the point of one particularly large icicle, long and deadly.
“Tidings of comfort and joy…”
Aragorn was jolted from his melancholy thoughts of home – no, of Imladris – by the singing of the hobbits Gandalf had brought. One lass, Sage Took, was asking his cousins when second breakfast would be! He laughed to himself. Second breakfast, indeed! One could not help but be comforted when hobbits were about! Now that he thought of it, he was rather hungry…
“Trotter!” Sage shivered as she came to join him. “Second breakfast is cooking!”
“Well, we cannot miss that!” Aragorn smiled faintly, following the lass back to the Mettare bonfire. What would Daernaneth Ivorwen have come up with to feed the village and the hobbits?
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