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aearwen2Last but not least (I must be making up for not posting for the past two weeks, eh?) I have a double-drabble for you.
"Come in! Come in! Very welcome!"
Elladan glanced at Elrohir and then entered the little hut. Arathorn seemed giddy, such a change from the stern Dúnadan or the battle-hardened warrior they were used to seeing.
"Gilraen, meet the sons of Elrond: Elladan and Elrohir," Arathorn continued and then beckoned them closer. "My wife, Gilraen. And my son, Aragorn."
Elladan saw the slight woman with the gold hair move to expose the bundle she cradled in her arms. He exchanged a startled glance with Elrohir and moved forward until he could peer down into clear grey that gazed back sleepily.
And he reeled as his mind filled with images – images of a child running through… through Imladris? Of a young man on horseback, dark hair held by warrior braids in the Imladhren fashion, and of a hand on a familiar sword hilt – a hand that bore the emerald, silver and gold ring Arathorn himself bore. Of a winged crown...
"Are you well?" Elrohir asked in a very soft whisper.
Elladan let his forefinger trace the softness of the infant's cheek. "I am not sure," he whispered back, but then straightened. "Our congratulations, Dúnadan. Gilraen. And suilad to you too, little one."
suilad = greetings
"Come in! Come in! Very welcome!"
Elladan glanced at Elrohir and then entered the little hut. Arathorn seemed giddy, such a change from the stern Dúnadan or the battle-hardened warrior they were used to seeing.
"Gilraen, meet the sons of Elrond: Elladan and Elrohir," Arathorn continued and then beckoned them closer. "My wife, Gilraen. And my son, Aragorn."
Elladan saw the slight woman with the gold hair move to expose the bundle she cradled in her arms. He exchanged a startled glance with Elrohir and moved forward until he could peer down into clear grey that gazed back sleepily.
And he reeled as his mind filled with images – images of a child running through… through Imladris? Of a young man on horseback, dark hair held by warrior braids in the Imladhren fashion, and of a hand on a familiar sword hilt – a hand that bore the emerald, silver and gold ring Arathorn himself bore. Of a winged crown...
"Are you well?" Elrohir asked in a very soft whisper.
Elladan let his forefinger trace the softness of the infant's cheek. "I am not sure," he whispered back, but then straightened. "Our congratulations, Dúnadan. Gilraen. And suilad to you too, little one."
suilad = greetings
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