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b2memB2MeM Challenge: B15 -Winter Wonderland
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.
Summary: Aragorn is cared for in Auntie Darwisa's lodge.
The young Chieftain was carried to Auntie Darwisa’s lodge. Ice crystals sparkled on the walls outside, but it was quite unlike the others inside. It more closely resembled a Haradri nomad’s tent in its decoration. Camel-hair rugs carpeted the floor and bunches of healing herbs hung from the ceiling. He was settled on the pallet that would serve him for a bed, and Auntie Darwisa removed his boots and leggings carefully.
Aragorn blushed at the exposure, but the lodge was warm and steamy, buffeted from the cold outside by pots of hot water and the insulating hides which covered the walls. He allowed her to wrap him in a rough blanket and begin tending to his injury.
“All that sliding nonsense,” the old woman huffed. “It is a wonder you did not break your head, young lord! By the Moon Lord, I vow I have never seen children grow so foolish as they do when it snows!” She shook her head, and boiled a bitter brew for Aragorn. “This will help the pain grow less,” she told him.
Eighteen years of learning obedience to one’s healer pushed aside Aragorn’s reluctance, and he drank with a shudder. How he hated this!
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.
Summary: Aragorn is cared for in Auntie Darwisa's lodge.
The young Chieftain was carried to Auntie Darwisa’s lodge. Ice crystals sparkled on the walls outside, but it was quite unlike the others inside. It more closely resembled a Haradri nomad’s tent in its decoration. Camel-hair rugs carpeted the floor and bunches of healing herbs hung from the ceiling. He was settled on the pallet that would serve him for a bed, and Auntie Darwisa removed his boots and leggings carefully.
Aragorn blushed at the exposure, but the lodge was warm and steamy, buffeted from the cold outside by pots of hot water and the insulating hides which covered the walls. He allowed her to wrap him in a rough blanket and begin tending to his injury.
“All that sliding nonsense,” the old woman huffed. “It is a wonder you did not break your head, young lord! By the Moon Lord, I vow I have never seen children grow so foolish as they do when it snows!” She shook her head, and boiled a bitter brew for Aragorn. “This will help the pain grow less,” she told him.
Eighteen years of learning obedience to one’s healer pushed aside Aragorn’s reluctance, and he drank with a shudder. How he hated this!
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