Quick-fic? Insta-fic? Comment-fic?? Anyway, a teensy Aragorn h/c ficlet....

[cairistiona]

lilybaggins needed an Aragorn-h/c brain recharge so I dashed this off in a comment at her LJ. Then I thought some of you might like to read it. So... here it is. Written this morning before I finished my cuppa coffee so... yeah, it's definitely a "for whatever it's worth" fic. LOL

Untitled Feverish!Aragorn ficlet
Word count: I dunno
Rating: I dunno... G, I guess, as there's nothing more disturbing than Aragorn whining.
Genre: that I do know... h/c
Pairing: only brotherly lurves from Halbarad


He couldn't get warm. He shivered and shook and felt a hand on his forehead. He pried open his eyes and squinted, little good it did in the dim light. But he knew the hand on his forehead, knew that there was no one else around for leagues. "Halbarad, keep your distance lest you catch this. I'll be..." He wanted to say 'well soon,' but a spate of harsh coughs interrupted him.

He heard a snort come from the blurry figure leaning over his makeshift pallet on the dirt floor, then a chiding tone, "Oh, certainly, I'll just leave the Heir of Isildur to die in this wretched abandoned cabin. No one would hang me for dereliction of duty, I'm sure."

Aragorn worked up a weak smile. "It's just that you can't get sick. You get too cranky. I can't cope with that right now."

"I won't get sick, nor will I get cranky even if I do." He ignored Aragorn's disbelieving squawk. "You know, you're not the only hardy one in the family. I daresay, at least at the moment, you aren't nearly as hardy as I am."

"You never get sick. It's not fair."

"Now, there's fever talk if I ever heard it. Who was it retching alongside the road at every step last fall, hmm? And who is it that catches every sniffle my children come down with?"

"Exactly my point. Leave me be."

Halbarad grunted a vague protest as he slipped his hand behind Aragorn's neck. "Hush your whinging," he ordered as he gently lifted Aragorn's head. "I've tea with willow bark plus so much valerian root that you'll sleep until Midsummer. Drink."

"You found valeri--" More coughs.

"Aye, a small clump of it and plenty of other medicinal herbs growing wild in the back of this cabin. Probably all that's left of some leech's herb patch. Now quit talking and drink."

Halbarad pushed the cup firmly against his lips and Aragorn had little choice but to drink or be doused. He drank the terrible stuff and only then did Halbarad lower his head.

"Now be still and let yourself sleep."

It seemed such sensible advice that Aragorn didn't argue. He shut his eyes, and after a while, the cold in his bones warmed and the small noises of the fire and of Halbarad shifting as he sat watch faded away into the dark comfort of quiet dreams.


(added per Loo-loo's excellent suggestion!)

Comments

[cairistiona7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *blushes* So glad you liked this and like how I write these two... they're just so much fun and have so many layers to explore. And I agree, it's way too short, but since it was a comment-fic, I didn't have a lot of room to play.