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cairistionaOkay, I found a bit that I think is safe to post. Just about everything at this stage is up for revising so it may get tweaked by the time the story is posted.
That said, here it is, a teaser, from an as-yet untitled WIP.
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“I want from here forward to sleep only on eagle down,” Aragorn mumbled, shutting his eyes.
“Perhaps when you are King, you can arrange to do just that,” Gandalf said quietly.
Aragorn opened his eyes again, for rare it was that Gandalf ever sounded so wistful. “Are you all right?”
“Of course,” Gandalf snapped, suddenly cross. “Why ever wouldn’t I be? After all, there’s only the small matter of my traveling companion having been gravely wounded and a blizzard trapping us in a cave far from proper care, but no matter. I should imagine I will break into song and dance a jig any moment now.”
“There’s no need for sarcasm.”
“There’s every need for sarcasm, and had you lived as long as I have, you would see that immediately instead of chiding me like I was your infant son speaking out of turn.”
Aragorn chuckled. “If you were my son, I would send you to bed without any supper for using that tone of voice with me.”
“There you have it, then; it’s well and good I am not your son. At any rate, I would expect my father to have better sense than to go tumbling down mountains.”
“I must be getting better.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“For you to grouse so. I must not be on death’s doorstep.”
Gandalf snorted, then clamped his unlit pipe between his teeth. “No, you are not on death’s doorstep. The footpath leading to it, perhaps.”
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'kay, that's all for now! :)
That said, here it is, a teaser, from an as-yet untitled WIP.
~~~
“I want from here forward to sleep only on eagle down,” Aragorn mumbled, shutting his eyes.
“Perhaps when you are King, you can arrange to do just that,” Gandalf said quietly.
Aragorn opened his eyes again, for rare it was that Gandalf ever sounded so wistful. “Are you all right?”
“Of course,” Gandalf snapped, suddenly cross. “Why ever wouldn’t I be? After all, there’s only the small matter of my traveling companion having been gravely wounded and a blizzard trapping us in a cave far from proper care, but no matter. I should imagine I will break into song and dance a jig any moment now.”
“There’s no need for sarcasm.”
“There’s every need for sarcasm, and had you lived as long as I have, you would see that immediately instead of chiding me like I was your infant son speaking out of turn.”
Aragorn chuckled. “If you were my son, I would send you to bed without any supper for using that tone of voice with me.”
“There you have it, then; it’s well and good I am not your son. At any rate, I would expect my father to have better sense than to go tumbling down mountains.”
“I must be getting better.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“For you to grouse so. I must not be on death’s doorstep.”
Gandalf snorted, then clamped his unlit pipe between his teeth. “No, you are not on death’s doorstep. The footpath leading to it, perhaps.”
~~~
'kay, that's all for now! :)
