Re: Winning Her HanddisneykinkloverSeptember 11 2012, 04:26:31 UTC
Oh snap, I'm missing an ending italic tag in the above post... Damn.
Hrm. That image may need shrinking.
Please note the title change. And that in a few days or so this story will appear on my journal with edits and that missing /i tag. It will also appear on my ff.net account (DxV-Delishousness) should anyone prefer to look at it on that site.
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But he met a truly worthy opponent in a contest of swords.
Fergus supposed it made sense for the four first sons to fight each other in the contest of swords. How else was it to be determined who was the best and the winner, the one worthy of the hand of Lady Elinor? The sword was not his best fighting weapon. It required a far higher level of speed and agility than his massive frame could give. Still, he knew how to wield one; as all warriors should.
While Dingwald had age and thus experience, Fergus beat him with his youth; the elder man was huffing for breath and Fergus had barely broken a sweat. MacGuffin was in much the same house as Fergus, being built larger than most; he was beaten by sheer luck that Fergus noted a carelessly guarded opening. Two down, one to go.
As Fergus knew the contest would unfold, Macintosh was his only true opponent in the contest of swords. The slim, steel weapon seemed to fit the other man, and he certainly had been highly trained in it. The battle had lasted twice as long as the other two and Fergus was beginning to tire. The other man had yet to show any weakness for Fergus to expose, nor was he tiring, nor would he allow Fergus a lucky shot.
Could true love be fairly won from this able foe?
Macintosh was a scoundrelly rogue, the rascal. He easily found all of Fergus' weaknesses and drove in for the kill each time. Fergus barely blocked each blow, noting the opening that he'd left to guard it in the future. If there was a future.
And then...!
With a nimble counter and a deft ripsote...
Fergus managed to seize upon an over-step of Macintosh's and returned the blow!
Even with only one blow laid upon his opponent, Fergus' blow held ten times the force of Machintosh's hits. The scrawny man went down and Fergus' sword tip sought his throat. "Dead!" Fergus shouted.
The crowd cheered and his heart pounded in his chest. He found Lady Elinor's eyes; they were shining. Lord Aileas pronounced him, Fergus Ruadh the winner of the contest and the hand of his daughter.
It was only then that Fergus realized something.
Marriage meant a whole slew of other complications for him to overcome. Hurdles he had never prepared for.
He swore under his breath.
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The end! Look for the sequel, Winning Her Heart; which will also be a fill for the Brave prompt of "Fergus' size terrifies Elinor.'
Hrm. That image may need shrinking.
Please note the title change. And that in a few days or so this story will appear on my journal with edits and that missing /i tag. It will also appear on my ff.net account (DxV-Delishousness) should anyone prefer to look at it on that site.
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But he met a truly worthy opponent in a contest of swords.
Fergus supposed it made sense for the four first sons to fight each other in the contest of swords. How else was it to be determined who was the best and the winner, the one worthy of the hand of Lady Elinor? The sword was not his best fighting weapon. It required a far higher level of speed and agility than his massive frame could give. Still, he knew how to wield one; as all warriors should.
While Dingwald had age and thus experience, Fergus beat him with his youth; the elder man was huffing for breath and Fergus had barely broken a sweat. MacGuffin was in much the same house as Fergus, being built larger than most; he was beaten by sheer luck that Fergus noted a carelessly guarded opening. Two down, one to go.
As Fergus knew the contest would unfold, Macintosh was his only true opponent in the contest of swords. The slim, steel weapon seemed to fit the other man, and he certainly had been highly trained in it. The battle had lasted twice as long as the other two and Fergus was beginning to tire. The other man had yet to show any weakness for Fergus to expose, nor was he tiring, nor would he allow Fergus a lucky shot.
Could true love be fairly won from this able foe?
Macintosh was a scoundrelly rogue, the rascal. He easily found all of Fergus' weaknesses and drove in for the kill each time. Fergus barely blocked each blow, noting the opening that he'd left to guard it in the future. If there was a future.
And then...!
With a nimble counter and a deft ripsote...
Fergus managed to seize upon an over-step of Macintosh's and returned the blow!
Even with only one blow laid upon his opponent, Fergus' blow held ten times the force of Machintosh's hits. The scrawny man went down and Fergus' sword tip sought his throat. "Dead!" Fergus shouted.
The crowd cheered and his heart pounded in his chest. He found Lady Elinor's eyes; they were shining. Lord Aileas pronounced him, Fergus Ruadh the winner of the contest and the hand of his daughter.
It was only then that Fergus realized something.
Marriage meant a whole slew of other complications for him to overcome. Hurdles he had never prepared for.
He swore under his breath.
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The end! Look for the sequel, Winning Her Heart; which will also be a fill for the Brave prompt of "Fergus' size terrifies Elinor.'
Until next time!
~D*sneyKL
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