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Title: Eldarion’s Quilt
Author: Alex
Type: Double drabble
Notes: For Aglarien1! I love quilts too.
Summary: Arwen tells her son a story.
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ELDARION’S QUILT
Arwen held her son in her lap and pulled the tattered quilt up over him. It was a faded patchwork quilt with depictions of the history of Arwen’s family. It had the Two Trees on one block, the Grinding Ice on another and yet another held the symbol of the Golden Wood on it.
“Mama, tell me about the quilt again.”
The Queen sighed but smiled despite herself. Her son asked to be told the tale of the quilt at least once a day every single day. She never tired of telling him about his family and where they came from. She wished that her mother and father were here to see what a fine son and Elessar had.
“A long, long time ago, in a land far to the West, my grandmother lived with her brothers in a big house....”
“What was the name of the place, Mama?”
“Aman.”
She told him of the journey across the ice, of her grandmother meeting Melian, of her marrying Celeborn. She looked down at her son and smiled. He was fast asleep, hugging the quilt close to his chest. She put him in his bed, kissing his cheek. The stories would wait.
~end~
Author: Alex
Type: Double drabble
Notes: For Aglarien1! I love quilts too.
Summary: Arwen tells her son a story.
~~
ELDARION’S QUILT
Arwen held her son in her lap and pulled the tattered quilt up over him. It was a faded patchwork quilt with depictions of the history of Arwen’s family. It had the Two Trees on one block, the Grinding Ice on another and yet another held the symbol of the Golden Wood on it.
“Mama, tell me about the quilt again.”
The Queen sighed but smiled despite herself. Her son asked to be told the tale of the quilt at least once a day every single day. She never tired of telling him about his family and where they came from. She wished that her mother and father were here to see what a fine son and Elessar had.
“A long, long time ago, in a land far to the West, my grandmother lived with her brothers in a big house....”
“What was the name of the place, Mama?”
“Aman.”
She told him of the journey across the ice, of her grandmother meeting Melian, of her marrying Celeborn. She looked down at her son and smiled. He was fast asleep, hugging the quilt close to his chest. She put him in his bed, kissing his cheek. The stories would wait.
~end~