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b2memB2MeM Challenge: I16 - 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 finally permitted to leave.
By the time elevenses had come around (as noted by the reliable hobbits they were hosting), Aragorn was restless. He nibbled on a soft roll stuffed with meat and cheese, inhaling the scent of lotus that hung heavy in the air. It put him in mind of exotic places, lands he meant to see when he was older.
“Lands you never will see, foolish boy, if you do not keep your safety in mind!” Auntie Darwisa huffed when he told her. She sighed and re-dressed him, giving him a crutch to lean on as he was helped from the bed.
With the aid of the crutch, Aragon limped from the lodge back out into the snow. He made his way to the chief lodge of the village, with the emblem of the Sceptre worked into the wood. Home, he thought, and let the deerskin flap fall shut behind him with a grateful sigh. He wouldn’t be joining the young ones in more games just yet – though the river was thickly iced over, he had no desire to fall again!
“Aragorn.” Nessanie came to aid him, and he smiled reluctantly as she helped him into bed.
“Thank you, Naneth.”
“Sleep now.”
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 finally permitted to leave.
By the time elevenses had come around (as noted by the reliable hobbits they were hosting), Aragorn was restless. He nibbled on a soft roll stuffed with meat and cheese, inhaling the scent of lotus that hung heavy in the air. It put him in mind of exotic places, lands he meant to see when he was older.
“Lands you never will see, foolish boy, if you do not keep your safety in mind!” Auntie Darwisa huffed when he told her. She sighed and re-dressed him, giving him a crutch to lean on as he was helped from the bed.
With the aid of the crutch, Aragon limped from the lodge back out into the snow. He made his way to the chief lodge of the village, with the emblem of the Sceptre worked into the wood. Home, he thought, and let the deerskin flap fall shut behind him with a grateful sigh. He wouldn’t be joining the young ones in more games just yet – though the river was thickly iced over, he had no desire to fall again!
“Aragorn.” Nessanie came to aid him, and he smiled reluctantly as she helped him into bed.
“Thank you, Naneth.”
“Sleep now.”
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