Mini Nano, Day 26
Nov. 26th, 2014 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriMore adventures in Middle Earth. *very big grin*
Obi-Wan is not letting his lightsaber out of his sight:
He frowns when they grab his upper arms, and shifts, reaching out with the Force to grab his lightsaber. Letting the red-haired alien have it while he's being escorted somewhere is one thing. Leaving it in the hands of an alien who doesn't know what they're holding, and who he might not encounter again is not nearly so acceptable.
Obi-Wan draws in a deep breath as his lightsaber smacks into his palm at the same instant the red-haired alien's knife comes to rest against his throat, and holds very still save for wrapping his fingers tightly around the lightsaber hilt.
"I mean no harm."
None of the aliens speaks, though he can feel their tension. Obi-Wan isn't certain quite how long it takes for the alien monarch to call out to the red-haired alien something that makes her remove the knife from Obi-Wan's throat. He relaxes slightly, smiling as he hooks the lightsaber to his belt once more, though the movement is slightly awkward with his hands bound.
A chuckle draws his attention back to the alien monarch, who smiles at him a moment, before tilting their head without a word. Acknowledgement that the lightsaber should remain with Obi-Wan, he hopes.
Meanwhile, on the road west of Bree:
"What was that?" Bilbo can't stop staring at the sky, where it had seemed a star streaked over their heads, thunder in its wake loud enough to rattle the ground beneath their ponies. He thinks the only reason his pony hasn't carried him off is the sheer luck of having Gandalf grab the bridle and draw the pony to a halt as he did his own.
"I do not know."
"A portent."
Gandalf's quiet confusion mingles with Óin's firm certainty, though neither answer actually tells Bilbo what the roaring thing was. Although as it doesn't appear to have returned, nor is followed by another of similar sort, he supposes it doesn't much matter what it is unless it proves to have caused a problem on the road ahead of them.
And on Coruscant:
Qui-Gon wakes with a start, a shout echoing in his ears that it takes a moment to realize had been his own. He lifts a hand to flick the light on with a touch of the Force, letting himself see that he is still in his room at the Temple, and not in an escape pod fleeing from a disintegrating ship. The dream clings, images too-bright around the edges like he's been staring too long at one place. It takes several minutes for him to bring his breathing back under control, and the images to settle.
"Master?" The sleepy voice comes as the door to his room is opened, Anakin standing there, brow furrowed as he looks at Qui-Gon. "You were shouting."
"I'm sorry I woke you." Qui-Gon summons a smile that he hopes hides the niggling dread creating a knot in his chest. "It was just a dream."
"Dreams aren't always just dreams." Anakin comes over, the door shutting behind him, and climbs up on Qui-Gon's bed to lean against him, like he hasn't in the last year and a half. "Master Yoda says sometimes dreams are a way to see things we can't see awake."
Qui-Gon wraps an arm around Anakin, feeling the worry through the training bond. More, perhaps, than can be explained by Anakin being woken by his dream-induced shouting. "They can be."
"Obi-Wan's in trouble, isn't he?" Anakin's question makes a chill run down Qui-Gon's spine, too close to what he was thinking about the dream.
Obi-Wan is not letting his lightsaber out of his sight:
He frowns when they grab his upper arms, and shifts, reaching out with the Force to grab his lightsaber. Letting the red-haired alien have it while he's being escorted somewhere is one thing. Leaving it in the hands of an alien who doesn't know what they're holding, and who he might not encounter again is not nearly so acceptable.
Obi-Wan draws in a deep breath as his lightsaber smacks into his palm at the same instant the red-haired alien's knife comes to rest against his throat, and holds very still save for wrapping his fingers tightly around the lightsaber hilt.
"I mean no harm."
None of the aliens speaks, though he can feel their tension. Obi-Wan isn't certain quite how long it takes for the alien monarch to call out to the red-haired alien something that makes her remove the knife from Obi-Wan's throat. He relaxes slightly, smiling as he hooks the lightsaber to his belt once more, though the movement is slightly awkward with his hands bound.
A chuckle draws his attention back to the alien monarch, who smiles at him a moment, before tilting their head without a word. Acknowledgement that the lightsaber should remain with Obi-Wan, he hopes.
Meanwhile, on the road west of Bree:
"What was that?" Bilbo can't stop staring at the sky, where it had seemed a star streaked over their heads, thunder in its wake loud enough to rattle the ground beneath their ponies. He thinks the only reason his pony hasn't carried him off is the sheer luck of having Gandalf grab the bridle and draw the pony to a halt as he did his own.
"I do not know."
"A portent."
Gandalf's quiet confusion mingles with Óin's firm certainty, though neither answer actually tells Bilbo what the roaring thing was. Although as it doesn't appear to have returned, nor is followed by another of similar sort, he supposes it doesn't much matter what it is unless it proves to have caused a problem on the road ahead of them.
And on Coruscant:
Qui-Gon wakes with a start, a shout echoing in his ears that it takes a moment to realize had been his own. He lifts a hand to flick the light on with a touch of the Force, letting himself see that he is still in his room at the Temple, and not in an escape pod fleeing from a disintegrating ship. The dream clings, images too-bright around the edges like he's been staring too long at one place. It takes several minutes for him to bring his breathing back under control, and the images to settle.
"Master?" The sleepy voice comes as the door to his room is opened, Anakin standing there, brow furrowed as he looks at Qui-Gon. "You were shouting."
"I'm sorry I woke you." Qui-Gon summons a smile that he hopes hides the niggling dread creating a knot in his chest. "It was just a dream."
"Dreams aren't always just dreams." Anakin comes over, the door shutting behind him, and climbs up on Qui-Gon's bed to lean against him, like he hasn't in the last year and a half. "Master Yoda says sometimes dreams are a way to see things we can't see awake."
Qui-Gon wraps an arm around Anakin, feeling the worry through the training bond. More, perhaps, than can be explained by Anakin being woken by his dream-induced shouting. "They can be."
"Obi-Wan's in trouble, isn't he?" Anakin's question makes a chill run down Qui-Gon's spine, too close to what he was thinking about the dream.