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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Winter Wonderland – N33
Format: Drabble (Triple drabble and a half)
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 Dúnedain.
Summary: Aragorn accompanies Niben back to the Bear Clan's lodge, and meets the lad's grandmother, Beremes.
Aragorn smiled to see the joy on Niben’s face. But the wind which had helped propel their sleds so swiftly down the hill whipped up, and the young Chieftain had learnt enough about winter in Arnor to be wary. Indeed, all the children were hurrying to put their sleds away.
Aragorn hurried Niben along to the Bear clan’s lodge. It was not far; before long, boy and young man were situated inside. It was not unlike that belonging to Aragorn’s family; long and narrow, lined with bunks along the walls and various belongings hanging up. As the deerskin flap fell shut behind them, a plump, matronly woman ran to tie it shut.
“Niben! Where have you been?” she scolded the child, and Niben’s cheeks were now red with more than cold.
“Sorry, Daernaneth – I didn’t realise the wind would rise so fast!”
“Hmph,” she muttered, and reached out to smooth the boy’s hair down. “Go and lie down. Out in such a gale is no place for a boy like you!”
“Can my new friend share my bunk?” Niben asked with a mischievous grin.
The woman blinked in the smoky haze, as if realising Niben was accompanied for the first time. “Who…oh, my lord, I do beg your pardon!” She bobbed a hasty curtsey.
It was Aragorn’s turn to blush. “Truly, good mistress, I am not offended.”
“My name is Beremes, my lord,” she replied with a smile. “Please, accept Niben’s offer. This gale will not blow itself out for some time yet.”
“Thank you, Mistress Beremes. You may call me Aragorn.”
Beremes nodded, and made sure the young Chieftain was settled comfortably alongside her small grandson. She drew up the doeskin coverlet, and returned to stoking the fire; the lodge would need to be kept warm!
As the boy slept, his shivering form sprouted its coat of dark fur against the cold. Beremes smiled faintly; Grimbeorn’s sister she was, and her children had their gift. The Chieftain would soon learn of it! That would certainly surprise him, she thought – but the young lord could do with a few surprises.
Format: Drabble (Triple drabble and a half)
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 Dúnedain.
Summary: Aragorn accompanies Niben back to the Bear Clan's lodge, and meets the lad's grandmother, Beremes.
Aragorn smiled to see the joy on Niben’s face. But the wind which had helped propel their sleds so swiftly down the hill whipped up, and the young Chieftain had learnt enough about winter in Arnor to be wary. Indeed, all the children were hurrying to put their sleds away.
Aragorn hurried Niben along to the Bear clan’s lodge. It was not far; before long, boy and young man were situated inside. It was not unlike that belonging to Aragorn’s family; long and narrow, lined with bunks along the walls and various belongings hanging up. As the deerskin flap fell shut behind them, a plump, matronly woman ran to tie it shut.
“Niben! Where have you been?” she scolded the child, and Niben’s cheeks were now red with more than cold.
“Sorry, Daernaneth – I didn’t realise the wind would rise so fast!”
“Hmph,” she muttered, and reached out to smooth the boy’s hair down. “Go and lie down. Out in such a gale is no place for a boy like you!”
“Can my new friend share my bunk?” Niben asked with a mischievous grin.
The woman blinked in the smoky haze, as if realising Niben was accompanied for the first time. “Who…oh, my lord, I do beg your pardon!” She bobbed a hasty curtsey.
It was Aragorn’s turn to blush. “Truly, good mistress, I am not offended.”
“My name is Beremes, my lord,” she replied with a smile. “Please, accept Niben’s offer. This gale will not blow itself out for some time yet.”
“Thank you, Mistress Beremes. You may call me Aragorn.”
Beremes nodded, and made sure the young Chieftain was settled comfortably alongside her small grandson. She drew up the doeskin coverlet, and returned to stoking the fire; the lodge would need to be kept warm!
As the boy slept, his shivering form sprouted its coat of dark fur against the cold. Beremes smiled faintly; Grimbeorn’s sister she was, and her children had their gift. The Chieftain would soon learn of it! That would certainly surprise him, she thought – but the young lord could do with a few surprises.
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