Gondor Calls for Aid, by Kaylee Arafinwiel (Weather - Showers)
Title: Gondor Calls for Aid
Challenge: Weather (Showers)
Author: Kaylee Arafinwiel
Characters: Aragorn II, Théoden, Théodwyn, other daughters of Thengel and Morwen
Summary: Thorongil has sojourned in Rohan for a decade. Now thirty-seven, he’s ready to further his adventures in Gondor.
A/N: References to Fiondil’s Stirrings of Shadow - the names of Thengel and Morwen’s elder daughters come from there, and the reference to Denethor having met Thorongil and become sworn-brother to him is to that story as well. Théodfrid is twenty-three, Théodhild seventeen, Théodgiefu ten, and Théodwyn five.
T.A. 2968
“Earntungol, no, stay!”
The Dúnadan swung Théodwyn up into his arms. The youngest of Thengel and Morwen’s daughters clung to his neck, showers of tears mingling with the spring rain. “I know, little shieldmaid,” Thorongil murmured, speaking Rohirric. “I must go.” He had served Thengel nearly eleven years.
“Let me.” Twenty-year-old Théoden offered a wan smile, and Thorongil nodded, giving the aetheling the child. “We will miss you.”
“I will miss you too.” Thorongil clasped the prince’s shoulder. “Perhaps you will return to Mundburg.” He farewelled the princesses; Théodgiefu wept in Théodfrid and Théodhild’s arms.
His gwador, Denethor, was calling.
Challenge: Weather (Showers)
Author: Kaylee Arafinwiel
Characters: Aragorn II, Théoden, Théodwyn, other daughters of Thengel and Morwen
Summary: Thorongil has sojourned in Rohan for a decade. Now thirty-seven, he’s ready to further his adventures in Gondor.
A/N: References to Fiondil’s Stirrings of Shadow - the names of Thengel and Morwen’s elder daughters come from there, and the reference to Denethor having met Thorongil and become sworn-brother to him is to that story as well. Théodfrid is twenty-three, Théodhild seventeen, Théodgiefu ten, and Théodwyn five.
T.A. 2968
“Earntungol, no, stay!”
The Dúnadan swung Théodwyn up into his arms. The youngest of Thengel and Morwen’s daughters clung to his neck, showers of tears mingling with the spring rain. “I know, little shieldmaid,” Thorongil murmured, speaking Rohirric. “I must go.” He had served Thengel nearly eleven years.
“Let me.” Twenty-year-old Théoden offered a wan smile, and Thorongil nodded, giving the aetheling the child. “We will miss you.”
“I will miss you too.” Thorongil clasped the prince’s shoulder. “Perhaps you will return to Mundburg.” He farewelled the princesses; Théodgiefu wept in Théodfrid and Théodhild’s arms.
His gwador, Denethor, was calling.