Archiving a bit of plothole-filling
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bodldopsI've been told repeatedly that this would make a good full-length story if I just worked on it, so I'm saving it for when I need a bit of story to work on. And when I find my Eomund muse again. Anybody seen him? There's a reward.
The True Rohirrim (is she supposed to get extra points for not saying 'The True Rohans?)
The eored slowly rode through the ruined village, each step of the horses raising puffs of black dust from the burnt grasses underfoot. The remains of the huts still smoked, though there was hardly enough of them left to be recognizable as huts. The dead villagers, or what was left of them, lay all around.
"Orcs." Eomund sounded disgusted, though whether that feeling was aimed at the orcs or at himself was unclear. He signaled his men to search the remains of the village, in the vain hope that someone was left alive.
They were about to abandon the search when one of the riders raised a shout. Eomund hurried over to the rider, who was holding a small, cloth-wrapped bundle. As he approached, the bundle moved.
"A babe, sir, a little girl." Eomund pulled back the loose edge of the cloth to reveal the clear blue eyes and chubby face of the baby. She looked none the worse for her experience, and stared up at Eomund with innocent facination. Reaching up, she snagged a strand of his golden hair.
"How did she survive?" he asked, not believing this child could survive what her elders could not.
"Her mother hid her, sir, in this bit of a hole someone had dug." the rider indicated a narrow hole, the beginnings of a cellar no doubt.
"It was well thought of. Right then, we shall take... does she have a name?" Eomund asked.
"Yes sir. At least, there's a name sewn on the blanket. It's Lessian, sir." Eomund frowned.
"An odd name, to be sure." he shook his head. "We shall take Lessian back to Edoras, for King Theoden to decide her fate." Eomund trusted his wife's brother to make a just decision.
Let's do the time-warp again... Twenty years later...
Lessian quietly cleared the tables in the Golden Hall. She had been raised as a ward of the state, and was proud to help out where-ever she could. Whether that was in the stables or in the kitchen, she had no fear of dirty or difficult work. She had also helped Theodwyn raise her two children, though the eldest, Eomer, was only a few years younger than herself. At the moment, she kept a sharp eye on Eowyn as the golden lass drilled with a wooden sword her dear uncle had given her. Eomund was away again, chasing orcs. He had heard of yet another raid, and predictably had raced out after them with only the handful of men that could be gathered at such short notice. Lessian knew Theodwyn worried for her husband, and thus Lessian worried as well. She liked the stern rider. She was so caught up in her work and her thoughts that she almost bulled into the newcomer to the hall. She stopped just short of him and looked up, surprised.
He was a tall man, fair and blue eyed like most Rohirrim, wearing rough-weaved clothing. He had a plain but honest face, one worn by time and care. Grey was beginning to creep into his mane and beard.
"Pardon me, ma'am..." he said in his deep voice as he took a step back. "I was hoping to gain an audience with Theoden King, or with Eomund, his sister-brother." He seemed humble, but not at all hesitant. Lessian found herself liking this man, and smiled. Before she could answer, however, a soft voice replied for her.
"I am Theodwyn, sister of Theoden King and wife of Eomund. You may tell me your tale." The slender lady Theodwyn stood in the doorway, every inch a regal lady. The old man bowed.
"I am looking for my daughter, my lady. I am Haleth, one of the king's horse men. Twenty years ago, my village was destroyed by orcs while I was away caring for the herds. I have lately heard that there was a survior of that destruction, a baby girl. My lady, my wife had just a few months before given birth to a beautiful baby girl, and I now hope that my daughter still lives. May I meet her?" he asked, hope burning bright in his eyes. Lady Theodwyn smiled.
"What was your daughter's name, good Haleth?" she asked kindly. Lessian held her breath. Could this be her father?
"Lessian, my lady." Lessian gasped. In her shock, she dropped the platter she was holding, and then ran to her father.
"I am Lessian! I am your daughter!" she cried, still unable to believe it herself. Haleth, now with riches unlooked-for, held his daughter for the first time in twenty years.
The True Rohirrim (is she supposed to get extra points for not saying 'The True Rohans?)
The eored slowly rode through the ruined village, each step of the horses raising puffs of black dust from the burnt grasses underfoot. The remains of the huts still smoked, though there was hardly enough of them left to be recognizable as huts. The dead villagers, or what was left of them, lay all around.
"Orcs." Eomund sounded disgusted, though whether that feeling was aimed at the orcs or at himself was unclear. He signaled his men to search the remains of the village, in the vain hope that someone was left alive.
They were about to abandon the search when one of the riders raised a shout. Eomund hurried over to the rider, who was holding a small, cloth-wrapped bundle. As he approached, the bundle moved.
"A babe, sir, a little girl." Eomund pulled back the loose edge of the cloth to reveal the clear blue eyes and chubby face of the baby. She looked none the worse for her experience, and stared up at Eomund with innocent facination. Reaching up, she snagged a strand of his golden hair.
"How did she survive?" he asked, not believing this child could survive what her elders could not.
"Her mother hid her, sir, in this bit of a hole someone had dug." the rider indicated a narrow hole, the beginnings of a cellar no doubt.
"It was well thought of. Right then, we shall take... does she have a name?" Eomund asked.
"Yes sir. At least, there's a name sewn on the blanket. It's Lessian, sir." Eomund frowned.
"An odd name, to be sure." he shook his head. "We shall take Lessian back to Edoras, for King Theoden to decide her fate." Eomund trusted his wife's brother to make a just decision.
Let's do the time-warp again... Twenty years later...
Lessian quietly cleared the tables in the Golden Hall. She had been raised as a ward of the state, and was proud to help out where-ever she could. Whether that was in the stables or in the kitchen, she had no fear of dirty or difficult work. She had also helped Theodwyn raise her two children, though the eldest, Eomer, was only a few years younger than herself. At the moment, she kept a sharp eye on Eowyn as the golden lass drilled with a wooden sword her dear uncle had given her. Eomund was away again, chasing orcs. He had heard of yet another raid, and predictably had raced out after them with only the handful of men that could be gathered at such short notice. Lessian knew Theodwyn worried for her husband, and thus Lessian worried as well. She liked the stern rider. She was so caught up in her work and her thoughts that she almost bulled into the newcomer to the hall. She stopped just short of him and looked up, surprised.
He was a tall man, fair and blue eyed like most Rohirrim, wearing rough-weaved clothing. He had a plain but honest face, one worn by time and care. Grey was beginning to creep into his mane and beard.
"Pardon me, ma'am..." he said in his deep voice as he took a step back. "I was hoping to gain an audience with Theoden King, or with Eomund, his sister-brother." He seemed humble, but not at all hesitant. Lessian found herself liking this man, and smiled. Before she could answer, however, a soft voice replied for her.
"I am Theodwyn, sister of Theoden King and wife of Eomund. You may tell me your tale." The slender lady Theodwyn stood in the doorway, every inch a regal lady. The old man bowed.
"I am looking for my daughter, my lady. I am Haleth, one of the king's horse men. Twenty years ago, my village was destroyed by orcs while I was away caring for the herds. I have lately heard that there was a survior of that destruction, a baby girl. My lady, my wife had just a few months before given birth to a beautiful baby girl, and I now hope that my daughter still lives. May I meet her?" he asked, hope burning bright in his eyes. Lady Theodwyn smiled.
"What was your daughter's name, good Haleth?" she asked kindly. Lessian held her breath. Could this be her father?
"Lessian, my lady." Lessian gasped. In her shock, she dropped the platter she was holding, and then ran to her father.
"I am Lessian! I am your daughter!" she cried, still unable to believe it herself. Haleth, now with riches unlooked-for, held his daughter for the first time in twenty years.
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Wai!
Date: 2004-07-23 10:01 pm (UTC)It looks nifty. At first I thought Lessian was going to be a sue! *shockhorror* She isn't though it seems. That is a good thing. *nodnod*
Re: Wai!
Date: 2004-07-23 11:39 pm (UTC)