FIC: Drabble: A Princely Gift (LOTR)
Sep. 1st, 2008 08:48 amTitle: A Princely Gift
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double Drabble and a half
Note: For
minuial_nuwing, who asked for a happy moment with the twins and Araval.
Summary: Arwen has a son.
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A PRINCELY GIFT
I never know what the twins will do next. That is part of the joy of living with them.
We rode all over the land, from south to north, finally heading back south to the city I called home. It would be good to see my mother and sister again after several months.
Queen Arwen had a son and we headed to see him. When word got to my lovers, they giggled like schoolboys. They were uncles and were thrilled. Elladan began fashioning a tiny bow for the babe and Elrohir set to work on arrows for the bow.
“You know that the babe will not have need of those for several years?” I reminded them.
Elladan laughed. “My sewing skills are not up to making him a blanket. We must make what we know how to make.”
I smiled, for I did have some sewing skills. In my former life, one sometimes had need of a costume and it was simpler to make it than to hire a seamstress. “Do you still have your spare cloak?” I asked Elrohir. He nodded and fetched it from his saddlebag.
When we arrived at the White City, the brothers presented their nephew with an outfit. He had tiny pants made from the dark velvet of my own extra leggings, a white linen shirt made from one of Elladan’s shirts. The last piece was a cloak made from Elrohir’s own cloak, a cloak of silver-grey.
The bow and arrows would wait a while.
~end~
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double Drabble and a half
Note: For
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Summary: Arwen has a son.
~~
A PRINCELY GIFT
I never know what the twins will do next. That is part of the joy of living with them.
We rode all over the land, from south to north, finally heading back south to the city I called home. It would be good to see my mother and sister again after several months.
Queen Arwen had a son and we headed to see him. When word got to my lovers, they giggled like schoolboys. They were uncles and were thrilled. Elladan began fashioning a tiny bow for the babe and Elrohir set to work on arrows for the bow.
“You know that the babe will not have need of those for several years?” I reminded them.
Elladan laughed. “My sewing skills are not up to making him a blanket. We must make what we know how to make.”
I smiled, for I did have some sewing skills. In my former life, one sometimes had need of a costume and it was simpler to make it than to hire a seamstress. “Do you still have your spare cloak?” I asked Elrohir. He nodded and fetched it from his saddlebag.
When we arrived at the White City, the brothers presented their nephew with an outfit. He had tiny pants made from the dark velvet of my own extra leggings, a white linen shirt made from one of Elladan’s shirts. The last piece was a cloak made from Elrohir’s own cloak, a cloak of silver-grey.
The bow and arrows would wait a while.
~end~