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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Winter Wonderland – N45
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: The story-teller, Master Rúmil, comes and begins his first tale.
The story-teller, Master Rúmil, came to Tâduin the next day. He gathered the children about him; Aragorn eyed the Man in some fascination. An aging man even by Dúnedain account, dressed in hunters’ leathers, his bow slung over his back, Rúmil wouldn’t have occasioned a second glance from the Rangers. But there was something…different about him, even so. He had an…aura about him that drew his listeners.
As Rúmil settled by the fire and drew forth his two belt-pouches, Aragorn watched closely. Rúmil scattered a pinch of sweet herbs on the fire from one pouch, then opened the other. It was filled with random small objects, to remind him of his stories. “What story shall I tell you, my children?” the old Man asked. “Let us see…” He plunged his hand into his bag and withdrew a snowflake, carved from crystal. “Ah! So, the tale of Lord Frost, is it?”
The children cheered.
“Listen, my children, and I will tell you the tale of Lord Frost. Once upon a time, on the outskirts of Fornost lived a poor wood-cutter and his sister. They had two daughters between them; the man’s wife had died when her daughter was a babe, and the woman’s husband had perished as well, so they kept house together in the woman’s lodge in relative peace. They were not happy, though, for though their daughters were old enough to wed, none would ask for them.”
“Because they were poor?” Gilwen chimed in.
“Yes, but that was not all. The woman’s daughter was sharp of tongue and quick to anger. The man’s daughter was kind and good, but none would court her for fear of her cousin’s temper,” Rúmil explained. “The food began to run low, and the man’s sister said, “Look, brother, our daughters must really find husbands, and I have found one for your daughter. Take her out to the woods on her sledge and leave her there, for I mean her to wed Lord Frost. See how rich he is, clothing all the trees in silver and diamonds!”
Aragorn was shocked. “The girl would die!”
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: The story-teller, Master Rúmil, comes and begins his first tale.
The story-teller, Master Rúmil, came to Tâduin the next day. He gathered the children about him; Aragorn eyed the Man in some fascination. An aging man even by Dúnedain account, dressed in hunters’ leathers, his bow slung over his back, Rúmil wouldn’t have occasioned a second glance from the Rangers. But there was something…different about him, even so. He had an…aura about him that drew his listeners.
As Rúmil settled by the fire and drew forth his two belt-pouches, Aragorn watched closely. Rúmil scattered a pinch of sweet herbs on the fire from one pouch, then opened the other. It was filled with random small objects, to remind him of his stories. “What story shall I tell you, my children?” the old Man asked. “Let us see…” He plunged his hand into his bag and withdrew a snowflake, carved from crystal. “Ah! So, the tale of Lord Frost, is it?”
The children cheered.
“Listen, my children, and I will tell you the tale of Lord Frost. Once upon a time, on the outskirts of Fornost lived a poor wood-cutter and his sister. They had two daughters between them; the man’s wife had died when her daughter was a babe, and the woman’s husband had perished as well, so they kept house together in the woman’s lodge in relative peace. They were not happy, though, for though their daughters were old enough to wed, none would ask for them.”
“Because they were poor?” Gilwen chimed in.
“Yes, but that was not all. The woman’s daughter was sharp of tongue and quick to anger. The man’s daughter was kind and good, but none would court her for fear of her cousin’s temper,” Rúmil explained. “The food began to run low, and the man’s sister said, “Look, brother, our daughters must really find husbands, and I have found one for your daughter. Take her out to the woods on her sledge and leave her there, for I mean her to wed Lord Frost. See how rich he is, clothing all the trees in silver and diamonds!”
Aragorn was shocked. “The girl would die!”
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