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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Winter Wonderland – N37
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 begins his acquaintance with other members of the Bear clan. For “Blizzard”.
Aragorn woke some hours later. He realised he was not in his own bed; the boy’s bow and arrows on the wall were far smaller than his own. There was a small form cuddled up against him, under the deerskin – Niben’s, he realised. There was something wrong about the shape snuggled against him, though. Aragorn peeked under the deerskin, then gave a shout of surprise.
Aragorn tried not to stare, as he backed away from the bed. His shout had roused all the occupants of the lodge – all wearing bear-shape as they tumbled from their bunks!
The eldest of the lot, a she-bear gone grey with age, flowed up into human form, to reveal she was Beremes. Others there were – grown bears, half-grown, mere cubs – all resuming their human forms as they regarded their Chieftain. The nearest man swept Niben into his arms, cuddling the boy.
“My lord,” he said, deep brown eyes glinting with humour. “As you can see, we of the Bear clan have good reason to be called so. I promise, you have naught to fear from me and mine. I am Gronir, son of Beremes, at your service.”
“Master Gronir,” Aragorn said, dipping his head to the miller. “I am very much at your service. I fear I shall not be going anywhere until the blizzard has ended.”
“Quite.” Gronir looked as though he wished to laugh. “Well, let us hope it does not last too long; the Lord Dirhael would have my skin for a rug if I kept his grandson!”
“Papa!” Niben protested. “Lord Dirhael wouldn’t!”
“No, Lord Dirhael certainly would not,” Aragorn reassured the boy, knowing Niben hadn’t understood Gronir’s jest.
“He had better not.” The grim-faced youth who stepped forward now was clearly Niben’s adored brother, who the boy had mentioned to Aragorn – Niben wriggled free from his Papa’s arms and ran to him.
“He won’t, Grodor! He won’t, Lord Aragorn said so, and he knows,” Niben said firmly. Grodor nodded, and ran his fingers through his brother’s hair, softening.
“As my lord says, then,” the youth murmured.
Outside, the blizzard raged.
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 begins his acquaintance with other members of the Bear clan. For “Blizzard”.
Aragorn woke some hours later. He realised he was not in his own bed; the boy’s bow and arrows on the wall were far smaller than his own. There was a small form cuddled up against him, under the deerskin – Niben’s, he realised. There was something wrong about the shape snuggled against him, though. Aragorn peeked under the deerskin, then gave a shout of surprise.
Aragorn tried not to stare, as he backed away from the bed. His shout had roused all the occupants of the lodge – all wearing bear-shape as they tumbled from their bunks!
The eldest of the lot, a she-bear gone grey with age, flowed up into human form, to reveal she was Beremes. Others there were – grown bears, half-grown, mere cubs – all resuming their human forms as they regarded their Chieftain. The nearest man swept Niben into his arms, cuddling the boy.
“My lord,” he said, deep brown eyes glinting with humour. “As you can see, we of the Bear clan have good reason to be called so. I promise, you have naught to fear from me and mine. I am Gronir, son of Beremes, at your service.”
“Master Gronir,” Aragorn said, dipping his head to the miller. “I am very much at your service. I fear I shall not be going anywhere until the blizzard has ended.”
“Quite.” Gronir looked as though he wished to laugh. “Well, let us hope it does not last too long; the Lord Dirhael would have my skin for a rug if I kept his grandson!”
“Papa!” Niben protested. “Lord Dirhael wouldn’t!”
“No, Lord Dirhael certainly would not,” Aragorn reassured the boy, knowing Niben hadn’t understood Gronir’s jest.
“He had better not.” The grim-faced youth who stepped forward now was clearly Niben’s adored brother, who the boy had mentioned to Aragorn – Niben wriggled free from his Papa’s arms and ran to him.
“He won’t, Grodor! He won’t, Lord Aragorn said so, and he knows,” Niben said firmly. Grodor nodded, and ran his fingers through his brother’s hair, softening.
“As my lord says, then,” the youth murmured.
Outside, the blizzard raged.
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Date: 2016-08-23 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-23 08:35 am (UTC)Anyway, next up is "Winter Festivities", and I'm busy working on it! Although I have to pause for sleep, so hopefully I'll have it written and posted sometime tomorrow. :)