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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Occupations – I27, Winter Wonderland – I27
Format: Triple Drabble
Genre: Family
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Characters: Aragorn, OCs
Pairings:
Creators' Notes (optional): Niben, the miller’s son, is new for this story.
Summary: When the youngsters of Tâduin come together for their sled race, Aragorn does not plan to partake. However, plans may change…
Later that afternoon, the sleds were brought out. Aragorn watched warily as they were dragged to the top of the hill; he had no intention of tumbling down that snowbank again! But when he felt a tug on his leather breeches, and a shy, “Chieftain, sir?” he turned to look at the rosy-faced, hopeful seven-year-old who wanted his attention.
It was true he’d spent most of his time with his nearest kin, those most closely related to the King’s Line, but he had taken note of the other children of Tâduin, too, who claimed descent from other families of Arnor. This lad came from the clan of the Bear – he vaguely remembered rumours one of the Two Rivers folk had wedded a shape-shifter from the Vales of the Anduin some generations ago. He was Niben, the miller’s son. “Mae govannen, Master Niben,” he greeted the child. “May I help you with something?”
“Will you ride with me on my sled?” Niben asked, looking half afraid Aragorn would say ‘no’. “My Da says you’ve not been long healed, but she’s solid built.” He sounded quite proud of the little sled, and Aragorn’s resolve crumbled. He couldn’t say no to this one.
“You are sure it will carry one of my size?”
“Oh yes, sir, Da built it for my brother and me, and he’s eighteen. It takes two to ride.”
Yes, Aragorn was sure that’s what the lad had been told, likely so he didn’t tumble off and injure himself. He smiled faintly. “Very well, Master Niben. I will ride your sled.”
When the pair took to the hill, Niben’s sled flew past all the rest, Aragorn’s hands curling into the side-rails. He tried not to panic. I will not fall off...
“We won!” Niben’s face was more radiant than Anor.
Format: Triple Drabble
Genre: Family
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Characters: Aragorn, OCs
Pairings:
Creators' Notes (optional): Niben, the miller’s son, is new for this story.
Summary: When the youngsters of Tâduin come together for their sled race, Aragorn does not plan to partake. However, plans may change…
Later that afternoon, the sleds were brought out. Aragorn watched warily as they were dragged to the top of the hill; he had no intention of tumbling down that snowbank again! But when he felt a tug on his leather breeches, and a shy, “Chieftain, sir?” he turned to look at the rosy-faced, hopeful seven-year-old who wanted his attention.
It was true he’d spent most of his time with his nearest kin, those most closely related to the King’s Line, but he had taken note of the other children of Tâduin, too, who claimed descent from other families of Arnor. This lad came from the clan of the Bear – he vaguely remembered rumours one of the Two Rivers folk had wedded a shape-shifter from the Vales of the Anduin some generations ago. He was Niben, the miller’s son. “Mae govannen, Master Niben,” he greeted the child. “May I help you with something?”
“Will you ride with me on my sled?” Niben asked, looking half afraid Aragorn would say ‘no’. “My Da says you’ve not been long healed, but she’s solid built.” He sounded quite proud of the little sled, and Aragorn’s resolve crumbled. He couldn’t say no to this one.
“You are sure it will carry one of my size?”
“Oh yes, sir, Da built it for my brother and me, and he’s eighteen. It takes two to ride.”
Yes, Aragorn was sure that’s what the lad had been told, likely so he didn’t tumble off and injure himself. He smiled faintly. “Very well, Master Niben. I will ride your sled.”
When the pair took to the hill, Niben’s sled flew past all the rest, Aragorn’s hands curling into the side-rails. He tried not to panic. I will not fall off...
“We won!” Niben’s face was more radiant than Anor.
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Date: 2016-04-06 12:34 am (UTC)