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b2memB2MeM Prompt: Animals (Green Path), 2007 Alphabet – like a hale Halbarad
Format: short story
Genre: family, adventure
Rating:PG
Warnings:Only if bears need to be warned for. 😃
Characters: Halbarad, Dúnedain Rangers (LOTRO), OCs
Pairings:
Creator’s Notes (optional): This takes place in my Arnor-verse, with influences from Lord of the Rings Online. You do not have to be familiar with the game to read this. Written for the prompt “Animals” and also as I’m trying to catch up with a few of last year’s “Memories” prompts, for “like a hale Halbarad”.
Summary: Halbarad, fifteen-year-old scion of the Rangers, never expected to be sent so far from his home, for an entire season. But in the settlement of Esteldín, he finds more than he bargained for.
Summer TA 2941, Esteldín, North Downs, Arnor
Halbarad, elder son of Handoron and Lady Arneth, had never yet been far from Tâduin - the farming village of Two Rivers, home of the immediate family of the Chieftain of the Dúnedain. His home was an unassuming place in the Angle – the Enemy would overlook it as unimportant, surely. But his tutors, particularly Uncle Taithir, would never let him forget that once, the scions of Númenor had built cities and strongholds of stone. Now, fifteen summers old and ready to see the wider world, he expected to see such places at last.
Esteldín, hidden in a rift valley of the Kingsfell Mountains, had never been intended as a settlement of great size. Still, the fortress which sat upon the ruins of ancient Dolindîr was well-built, even if most of the dwellings were tents. As the folk of Esteldín gathered for supper, he was shown where to place his own tent.
At the meal, the young Dúnadan found himself too excited to focus on eating. He couldn’t wait to explore. But that had to wait for the morrow, so he spent the evening being introduced to the Rangers, crafters and trainers all, hoping to remember their names. Finally, he fell into bed, exhausted.
The old crafting-hall of Dolindîr had been rebuilt, and as Halbarad stepped through the doors, he had to shade his eyes. The forges blazed with fire brighter than that of any dragon – he had never yet seen its like. Swords, spears and even hammers were wrought there; jewels of great worth were cut and shaped at some of the workbenches, while armourers worked with metal and leather at others, and tailors plied their own crafts.
The jewelsmith, Daemirdan, held particular fascination for him. Halbarad watched intently as Master Daemirdan fashioned jewels of bright clarity, setting them into earrings, bracelets and rings of many precious metals. But the sweat dripped from his brown in the unaccustomed heat, and Daemirdan flashed the lad a look as he mopped his brow. “If you can’t take the heat, lad, best be on your way,” he grunted. “Outside’s the best place for such as you.”
Stung, Halbarad turned away, face flushed with more than the fire’s heat. Daemirdan’s wife, Mistress Tadhrien, snorted derisively. “Pay him no mind, Halbarad,” she said. “You’re certainly welcome in here, especially if you wish to learn a craft. I’m of the mind to take an apprentice myself.”
Tadhrien’s offer was tempting, Halbarad had to admit. The idea of learning to craft his own spears and bows would serve him well, and it would serve Tâduin. He could contribute little by making jewelry as Daemirdan did. He begged leave to think it over, which was granted, and retired to Esteldín’s library to gather his thoughts.
The library was not so grand as the archive he’d heard was kept by Master Elrond in Imladris, he was sure. Still, looking around he felt nothing but awe. Such books and scrolls he had never seen in all his life before, he was certain.
He found himself drawn to a slender volume, the Narn-en-El, or Tale of the Star. Taking it down carefully, he seated himself and began to read. Absorbed in the story of his longfather, Halbarad didn’t look up until something cold and wet poked in between his shoulder blades, and he heard a growl – yes, growl – causing him to cry out in surprise.
A laugh greeted his reaction, and Halbarad spun round, hand flying to his hip. But the young Man standing before him raised his hands in a defensive stance. “Peace, brother Dúnadan! I am Gwalothir, and am but a humble student of lore.” The brown beast standing beside him nosed Gwalothir affectionately. “And this,” Gwalothir carried on, “is Melui, and she is more trouble than she is worth.”
Melui growled again.
Halbarad’s brows had nearly met his hairline when he first noticed what Melui was. “You…have a bear in the library.”
“She’s tame.”
“A bear.”
Gwalothir shrugged. “She likes me. She likes you, too. I could tell.” He looked at the book Halbarad had dropped. “Or perhaps she likes Eärendil. I’m sure I don’t know.” He picked up the Narn-en-El and handed it back. “I apologise,” he added belatedly. “I did not mean to frighten you, kinsman.”
“Halbarad. My name is Halbarad, son of Handoron,” Halbarad managed to get out at last. “At your service.”
Gwalothir laughed joyously. “Then we are kinsmen indeed, son of Handoron! For Nestadam, my mother, is cousin to Handoron. Did he not come with you?”
Halbarad shook his head. “No. I came with the Esteldín Rangers who wintered in Tâduin,” he explained.
“Ah.” Gwalothir nodded. “A pity. I was hoping to show him how much Melui had grown since he saw her last.”
“You have a pet bear,” Halbarad repeated in disbelief.
“If cousin Handoron tells me true, you have an entire clan of bears in Taduin,” Gwalothir retorted with an easy grin.
“Skin-changers,” Halbarad said idly. “That isn’t the same thing.” Still, he took the hand his kinsman offered, and allowed Gwalothir to draw him back out into the sunshine. Nestadam, the healer for all of Esteldin, would want to be sure he hadn’t been unduly harmed by his shock!
All the while, Melui padded along behind, looking rather pleased with herself as she investigated her young master’s friend for treats.
This would be a very interesting summer indeed.
Format: short story
Genre: family, adventure
Rating:PG
Warnings:Only if bears need to be warned for. 😃
Characters: Halbarad, Dúnedain Rangers (LOTRO), OCs
Pairings:
Creator’s Notes (optional): This takes place in my Arnor-verse, with influences from Lord of the Rings Online. You do not have to be familiar with the game to read this. Written for the prompt “Animals” and also as I’m trying to catch up with a few of last year’s “Memories” prompts, for “like a hale Halbarad”.
Summary: Halbarad, fifteen-year-old scion of the Rangers, never expected to be sent so far from his home, for an entire season. But in the settlement of Esteldín, he finds more than he bargained for.
Summer TA 2941, Esteldín, North Downs, Arnor
Halbarad, elder son of Handoron and Lady Arneth, had never yet been far from Tâduin - the farming village of Two Rivers, home of the immediate family of the Chieftain of the Dúnedain. His home was an unassuming place in the Angle – the Enemy would overlook it as unimportant, surely. But his tutors, particularly Uncle Taithir, would never let him forget that once, the scions of Númenor had built cities and strongholds of stone. Now, fifteen summers old and ready to see the wider world, he expected to see such places at last.
Esteldín, hidden in a rift valley of the Kingsfell Mountains, had never been intended as a settlement of great size. Still, the fortress which sat upon the ruins of ancient Dolindîr was well-built, even if most of the dwellings were tents. As the folk of Esteldín gathered for supper, he was shown where to place his own tent.
At the meal, the young Dúnadan found himself too excited to focus on eating. He couldn’t wait to explore. But that had to wait for the morrow, so he spent the evening being introduced to the Rangers, crafters and trainers all, hoping to remember their names. Finally, he fell into bed, exhausted.
The old crafting-hall of Dolindîr had been rebuilt, and as Halbarad stepped through the doors, he had to shade his eyes. The forges blazed with fire brighter than that of any dragon – he had never yet seen its like. Swords, spears and even hammers were wrought there; jewels of great worth were cut and shaped at some of the workbenches, while armourers worked with metal and leather at others, and tailors plied their own crafts.
The jewelsmith, Daemirdan, held particular fascination for him. Halbarad watched intently as Master Daemirdan fashioned jewels of bright clarity, setting them into earrings, bracelets and rings of many precious metals. But the sweat dripped from his brown in the unaccustomed heat, and Daemirdan flashed the lad a look as he mopped his brow. “If you can’t take the heat, lad, best be on your way,” he grunted. “Outside’s the best place for such as you.”
Stung, Halbarad turned away, face flushed with more than the fire’s heat. Daemirdan’s wife, Mistress Tadhrien, snorted derisively. “Pay him no mind, Halbarad,” she said. “You’re certainly welcome in here, especially if you wish to learn a craft. I’m of the mind to take an apprentice myself.”
Tadhrien’s offer was tempting, Halbarad had to admit. The idea of learning to craft his own spears and bows would serve him well, and it would serve Tâduin. He could contribute little by making jewelry as Daemirdan did. He begged leave to think it over, which was granted, and retired to Esteldín’s library to gather his thoughts.
The library was not so grand as the archive he’d heard was kept by Master Elrond in Imladris, he was sure. Still, looking around he felt nothing but awe. Such books and scrolls he had never seen in all his life before, he was certain.
He found himself drawn to a slender volume, the Narn-en-El, or Tale of the Star. Taking it down carefully, he seated himself and began to read. Absorbed in the story of his longfather, Halbarad didn’t look up until something cold and wet poked in between his shoulder blades, and he heard a growl – yes, growl – causing him to cry out in surprise.
A laugh greeted his reaction, and Halbarad spun round, hand flying to his hip. But the young Man standing before him raised his hands in a defensive stance. “Peace, brother Dúnadan! I am Gwalothir, and am but a humble student of lore.” The brown beast standing beside him nosed Gwalothir affectionately. “And this,” Gwalothir carried on, “is Melui, and she is more trouble than she is worth.”
Melui growled again.
Halbarad’s brows had nearly met his hairline when he first noticed what Melui was. “You…have a bear in the library.”
“She’s tame.”
“A bear.”
Gwalothir shrugged. “She likes me. She likes you, too. I could tell.” He looked at the book Halbarad had dropped. “Or perhaps she likes Eärendil. I’m sure I don’t know.” He picked up the Narn-en-El and handed it back. “I apologise,” he added belatedly. “I did not mean to frighten you, kinsman.”
“Halbarad. My name is Halbarad, son of Handoron,” Halbarad managed to get out at last. “At your service.”
Gwalothir laughed joyously. “Then we are kinsmen indeed, son of Handoron! For Nestadam, my mother, is cousin to Handoron. Did he not come with you?”
Halbarad shook his head. “No. I came with the Esteldín Rangers who wintered in Tâduin,” he explained.
“Ah.” Gwalothir nodded. “A pity. I was hoping to show him how much Melui had grown since he saw her last.”
“You have a pet bear,” Halbarad repeated in disbelief.
“If cousin Handoron tells me true, you have an entire clan of bears in Taduin,” Gwalothir retorted with an easy grin.
“Skin-changers,” Halbarad said idly. “That isn’t the same thing.” Still, he took the hand his kinsman offered, and allowed Gwalothir to draw him back out into the sunshine. Nestadam, the healer for all of Esteldin, would want to be sure he hadn’t been unduly harmed by his shock!
All the while, Melui padded along behind, looking rather pleased with herself as she investigated her young master’s friend for treats.
This would be a very interesting summer indeed.
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Date: 2017-03-17 04:05 pm (UTC)And of course he would take it...or rather her... in the library. Hehe ^_^
Glad you liked, Starbrow!
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Date: 2017-03-17 02:01 pm (UTC)I got a kick out of this. Having an animal companion is one of the better things about being a Lore Master, isn't it?
- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2017-03-17 04:08 pm (UTC)It's definitely one of the better things! :D
(Note: I haven't actually tried to summon my bear in Esteldin's library. I should.)
Thank you so much, nettenya!!
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Date: 2017-03-17 08:56 pm (UTC)I've been playing since 2009, and we actually were among the Beta for LOTRO, having been playing D&D for years before that. We're long-time VIP's. DH has 9 Dwarves and one human, all but one capped at 105. I think the max I've got right now is mid-80's for my Elven hunter. My Lore-Master is 46, almost 47 and she's having fun roaming Middle-earth with her lynx, working at completing deeds. doing tasks, and exploring areas as much as possible. I go in spurts, playing for a few months and then putting it aside for many months more.
- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2017-03-18 07:26 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2017-03-17 06:57 pm (UTC)But I LOVE Halbarad and I love bears! In fact, hubby and I hike in the woods a lot and we would love to see a bear one day! From far off of course. LOL.
Anyway, this story was delightful! I want to know more about the bear Melui!♥
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Date: 2017-03-17 07:27 pm (UTC)What other games do you play, then? :) LotRO is kind of like WoW if you like that. Except better. And Tolkien. So definitely better. <3
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Date: 2017-03-17 10:03 pm (UTC)You're welcome.
I don't play games on Playstation or Xbox, etc. but only on either my laptop or iPad, my smartphone or Kindle Fire. I was totally hooked on Farmville2 and Criminal Case that I played via Facebook, but I quit those a few months ago along with Fairy Farm and all the Candy Crush games. Now I am hooked on Clash of Clans and Pet Rescue Saga and sometimes play the different versions of Plants vs Zombies. I also play Scrabble, Lexulous and Words with Friends.
But my kid Sean has a few LOTR based games: LOTR Conquest, The Battle for Middle-earth and LOTR War in the North. :)
I wanted to ask what you play LOTRO on but a voice inside me is screaming NO!NO!NO!
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Date: 2017-03-21 01:04 pm (UTC)Eeeeee! What server???
I don't know! I tried to start playing the game today but got an error message: failed to read authentication response (err:unexpected end of file)(line:1)(col:1).
I have no idea what that means. :(
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Date: 2017-03-20 03:54 pm (UTC)I am very, very behind on reading for B2MeM and when I have time to catch up later this week, I will be doing so in chronological order from the beginning. I currently have a few minutes every morning for mod duties; that's what I have to focus on first.