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b2memB2MEM Prompt: For the Purple Path “Things that go bump in the night” – at least, very loosely.
Format: ficlet
Genre: family, friendship
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of death, nothing graphic
Characters: Eomer, Periadoc Brandybuck, mentions of Theoden, Eowyn, Elfwine, Lothiriel, Pippin, Merry and Estella
A/N: For Shirebound, for wee hobbits everywhere, and for Dreamflower 😊 (also posted to wee_hobbits community) Fourteen-year-old Perry is the equivalent of 8 1/2 years old in Man-years. (I follow Dreamflower's lead on hobbit ages.)
A/N the Second (edited): I didn't consider Perry an OC, since Dreamflower had said Tolkien wrote Merry's son's name in a letter to her friend (my apologies for misremembering, I looked up the reference again). But Dreamflower herself has called Periadoc an "OMC" on at least one occasion, so I will amend my tag to reflect that.
Summary: The Son of the Hall keeps a firm watch over the Hall’s most recent guests from the South, on the banks of the Brandywine – and has a somewhat sobering conversation with his king.
“Uncle Éomer?”
The King of the Mark had been dozing lightly in the shade, keeping out of heat of the day, while his son Elfwine fished in the Brandywine. It was a surprise, then, to be drawn out of his rest by fourteen-year-old Periadoc Brandybuck, Son of the Hall. The teenaged lad greeted him with a stern look – and a dish of perch with mushrooms!
“Oh – thank you, lad.” Éomer replied warily, taking the dish. “Have I missed luncheon, then?” The amount of light filtering through the leaves had changed considerably; the Sun was setting and the Moon coming into view – how long had he been sleeping?
“It’s dinner time,” Periadoc said sternly, fixing his father’s liege with a withering glare. “Da says you Big Folk don’t need as many meals as us, but Mum won’t believe it. And you may be king and all, begging your pardon, but you’re still younger than Da and he’ll have plenty to say if you don’t eat.” He paused and tacked on a hasty “My lord,” though his glower was still rather impressive.
Éomer stifled a laugh. Meriadoc the Magnificent was a fearsome foe indeed, here on his own land, and his heir was shaping up to be the same.“Your Da is quite right, Perry-lad, and I do apologise. I was quite tired after our ride. Where Elfwine finds the energy to fish I can’t imagine!” He began tucking into the food at Perry’s insistence, while the lad watched intently to be sure the King finished it all.
“Well, Da was going to wake you, but Mum said to let you be. Though I heard her ask what your own da and mum would think of you skipping meals,” he added. “Da didn’t answer her. Didn’t he meet them? Wasn’t your Da the king?”
Indeed, Éomer himself had taken on a rather closed expression. “No,” he said briefly. “My sister and I were brought up by our uncle, Théoden King, after our parents died.”
Periadoc gasped. “Oh! Like Uncle Frodo,” he said softly. “That’s so sad.” His anger vanished, and he patted Éomer’s arm. “And then your uncle, too, and you and Lady Éowyn just tweens, Da says. Even younger than Uncle Pippin – is that true? It doesn’t seem right.”
Éomer nodded. “Yes, younger than Pippin, though we were both accounted full-grown by the measure of our folk. Still, I will not deny it has been difficult.” He smiled sadly, staring out across the River toward the Shire. “Still, Perry, think no more of it. I have my Lothiriel, and our children. I will always miss my parents – all three of them,” he added, and Perry understood, “but I will not let their deaths burden me – especially not here in the land of the holbytla, with my small brother and his kin here to look after me.”
Perry nodded firmly. “Yes, my lord! We’ll take very good care of you. And here’s some of Ma’s own wild berry crumble, you don’t want to miss that!”
No, Éomer certainly did not! Thoughts of the past aside, he turned his thoughts to Mistress Estella’s delicious cooking.
Format: ficlet
Genre: family, friendship
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of death, nothing graphic
Characters: Eomer, Periadoc Brandybuck, mentions of Theoden, Eowyn, Elfwine, Lothiriel, Pippin, Merry and Estella
A/N: For Shirebound, for wee hobbits everywhere, and for Dreamflower 😊 (also posted to wee_hobbits community) Fourteen-year-old Perry is the equivalent of 8 1/2 years old in Man-years. (I follow Dreamflower's lead on hobbit ages.)
A/N the Second (edited): I didn't consider Perry an OC, since Dreamflower had said Tolkien wrote Merry's son's name in a letter to her friend (my apologies for misremembering, I looked up the reference again). But Dreamflower herself has called Periadoc an "OMC" on at least one occasion, so I will amend my tag to reflect that.
Summary: The Son of the Hall keeps a firm watch over the Hall’s most recent guests from the South, on the banks of the Brandywine – and has a somewhat sobering conversation with his king.
“Uncle Éomer?”
The King of the Mark had been dozing lightly in the shade, keeping out of heat of the day, while his son Elfwine fished in the Brandywine. It was a surprise, then, to be drawn out of his rest by fourteen-year-old Periadoc Brandybuck, Son of the Hall. The teenaged lad greeted him with a stern look – and a dish of perch with mushrooms!
“Oh – thank you, lad.” Éomer replied warily, taking the dish. “Have I missed luncheon, then?” The amount of light filtering through the leaves had changed considerably; the Sun was setting and the Moon coming into view – how long had he been sleeping?
“It’s dinner time,” Periadoc said sternly, fixing his father’s liege with a withering glare. “Da says you Big Folk don’t need as many meals as us, but Mum won’t believe it. And you may be king and all, begging your pardon, but you’re still younger than Da and he’ll have plenty to say if you don’t eat.” He paused and tacked on a hasty “My lord,” though his glower was still rather impressive.
Éomer stifled a laugh. Meriadoc the Magnificent was a fearsome foe indeed, here on his own land, and his heir was shaping up to be the same.“Your Da is quite right, Perry-lad, and I do apologise. I was quite tired after our ride. Where Elfwine finds the energy to fish I can’t imagine!” He began tucking into the food at Perry’s insistence, while the lad watched intently to be sure the King finished it all.
“Well, Da was going to wake you, but Mum said to let you be. Though I heard her ask what your own da and mum would think of you skipping meals,” he added. “Da didn’t answer her. Didn’t he meet them? Wasn’t your Da the king?”
Indeed, Éomer himself had taken on a rather closed expression. “No,” he said briefly. “My sister and I were brought up by our uncle, Théoden King, after our parents died.”
Periadoc gasped. “Oh! Like Uncle Frodo,” he said softly. “That’s so sad.” His anger vanished, and he patted Éomer’s arm. “And then your uncle, too, and you and Lady Éowyn just tweens, Da says. Even younger than Uncle Pippin – is that true? It doesn’t seem right.”
Éomer nodded. “Yes, younger than Pippin, though we were both accounted full-grown by the measure of our folk. Still, I will not deny it has been difficult.” He smiled sadly, staring out across the River toward the Shire. “Still, Perry, think no more of it. I have my Lothiriel, and our children. I will always miss my parents – all three of them,” he added, and Perry understood, “but I will not let their deaths burden me – especially not here in the land of the holbytla, with my small brother and his kin here to look after me.”
Perry nodded firmly. “Yes, my lord! We’ll take very good care of you. And here’s some of Ma’s own wild berry crumble, you don’t want to miss that!”
No, Éomer certainly did not! Thoughts of the past aside, he turned his thoughts to Mistress Estella’s delicious cooking.
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Date: 2017-04-04 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-05 03:53 am (UTC)Yes, Marigold wrote the Professor as a child (asking why Merry's son was not on the Family Tree, when Pippin's was). His response was that Merry indeed had a son (and gave his name as Peridoc) but that he was left off (as was his wife Estella in the earliest editions) at the publisher's behest, due to space considerations. (Remember, in post-war Britain, there was actually a paper shortage!)
I added the "a" in the first time I used him, as I misremembered the name as she gave it to me, and decided to keep it. But that's why I call him an OC.
Love the conversation. I can just see Merry's oldest child being just that cheeky to his Da's liege lord!
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Date: 2017-04-05 04:43 pm (UTC)Perry is a mischief isn't he? I got that from you :) But I figure Eomer would love him just as much as he loves Merry. :) And he seems to have got his "Uncle Samwise's" strain of good hobbit sense, coupled with Brandybuck stubbornness and Tookish impertinence! Heh!