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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Winter Wonderland - B14
Format: Drabble
Genre: family, hurt/comfort
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. (In my headcanon, by Dunedain custom (Iroquois system), Gilraen's sister is also Aragorn's 'mother' and her daughter is Aragorn's 'sister')
Summary: Aragorn's winter adventures take a surprising turn for the young Chieftain...
Second breakfast, as it turned out, was bowls of porridge laden with the sweet stuff Aragorn had seen Aunt Dulinnis bring in – maple sugar! On top of the maple candy they had consumed earlier, he found it rather too sweet for his taste, but he would not gainsay his little cousins such a Yuletide treat.
Nessanie, Gilraen’s sister, laughed. “Trust in me, ion nin. Out in the snow, you will be picked first for their teams, I am sure!”
“Teams, Naneth?” he asked, canting his head to one side.
“They will want you for their snowbank race!” She chuckled and kissed her sister’s son – her son by custom – before rising to wash her bowl. Meril, Nessanie’s daughter, laughed and pulled Aragorn to his feet. “Come, brother, we must not let the little ones beat us!”
That was how Aragorn, son of Arathorn, found himself sliding down the highest snowbank in the village – only to tumble off ere he and Meril reached the bottom!
“Aragorn!” Meril cried. “Where does it hurt?” The young Chieftain, curled in a heap, moaned as his sister soothed him.
“I’ll get Auntie Darwisa,” Gilwen called, running to find the Haradric-born healer.
Aragorn had twisted his ankle.
Format: Drabble
Genre: family, hurt/comfort
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. (In my headcanon, by Dunedain custom (Iroquois system), Gilraen's sister is also Aragorn's 'mother' and her daughter is Aragorn's 'sister')
Summary: Aragorn's winter adventures take a surprising turn for the young Chieftain...
Second breakfast, as it turned out, was bowls of porridge laden with the sweet stuff Aragorn had seen Aunt Dulinnis bring in – maple sugar! On top of the maple candy they had consumed earlier, he found it rather too sweet for his taste, but he would not gainsay his little cousins such a Yuletide treat.
Nessanie, Gilraen’s sister, laughed. “Trust in me, ion nin. Out in the snow, you will be picked first for their teams, I am sure!”
“Teams, Naneth?” he asked, canting his head to one side.
“They will want you for their snowbank race!” She chuckled and kissed her sister’s son – her son by custom – before rising to wash her bowl. Meril, Nessanie’s daughter, laughed and pulled Aragorn to his feet. “Come, brother, we must not let the little ones beat us!”
That was how Aragorn, son of Arathorn, found himself sliding down the highest snowbank in the village – only to tumble off ere he and Meril reached the bottom!
“Aragorn!” Meril cried. “Where does it hurt?” The young Chieftain, curled in a heap, moaned as his sister soothed him.
“I’ll get Auntie Darwisa,” Gilwen called, running to find the Haradric-born healer.
Aragorn had twisted his ankle.
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Date: 2016-03-18 07:15 pm (UTC)Nicely described!
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