LOTR FIC: Fire
Mar. 8th, 2006 11:48 amTitle: Fire
Author: Fimbrethiel
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Type: FP Gen
Characters: Elrohir, Celebrían
Prompt: 018 (50passages) – “It’s dangerous, yes it is. It burns, it kills.”
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Beta: not this time
Word count: 100 on the nose
Original date of completion: March 8, 2006
Summary: Fire
~*~*~*~*~
“NO, Elrohir! Do not touch!”
Wide-eyed at the shrill tone of his mother’s voice, the child froze, tiny hands outstretched toward the guttering embers that had spilled onto the hearth. His lower lip quivered, tears threatened to spill over at any moment.
“Nana?”
Celebrían dropped to her knees and pulled her youngest son to her bosom, soothingly stroking the tangled ebony locks.
“Hot, ‘Rohir,” she explained gently. “This is fire. It’s dangerous, yes it is. It burns, it kills.”
Cradling her sobbing toddler in her arms, she wondered if the terror of Ost-in-Edhil would ever be erased from her mind.
~*~*~finis ~*~*~
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FP Gen
Characters: Elrohir, Celebrían
Prompt: 018 (50passages) – “It’s dangerous, yes it is. It burns, it kills.”
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Beta: not this time
Word count: 100 on the nose
Original date of completion: March 8, 2006
Summary: Fire
~*~*~*~*~
“NO, Elrohir! Do not touch!”
Wide-eyed at the shrill tone of his mother’s voice, the child froze, tiny hands outstretched toward the guttering embers that had spilled onto the hearth. His lower lip quivered, tears threatened to spill over at any moment.
“Nana?”
Celebrían dropped to her knees and pulled her youngest son to her bosom, soothingly stroking the tangled ebony locks.
“Hot, ‘Rohir,” she explained gently. “This is fire. It’s dangerous, yes it is. It burns, it kills.”
Cradling her sobbing toddler in her arms, she wondered if the terror of Ost-in-Edhil would ever be erased from her mind.
~*~*~finis ~*~*~