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Mini Nano, Day 22
Nov. 23rd, 2014 12:57 amTwo snippets, one for Tolkien, one for Star Wars.
Galadriel and Cýron, Agnu Ra Nûtu AU:
"Lady Galadriel." Cýron inclines her head, though she does not rise from the camp-chair she had been shoved into by an irate healer after she'd limped off the battlefield leaning on her last living brother. If the Lady of the Golden Wood doesn't appreciate it, she doesn't make it obvious, and Cýron doesn't care to look hard enough to find it.
"Cýron." Galadriel smiles, though there is weariness in her eyes that is more than the simple exhaustion most who have been on the battlefield today.
Waving a hand at the unoccupied camp-chair, Cýron winces slightly as the healer puts in another stitch to close the wound which would have crippled her if she'd been of Men. It is enough that it will keep her from leaving to return home until spring is properly arrived even in the northern most reaches of the Anduin's valleys.
"The evil in Dol Guldor is burned out, root and branch." Galadriel sinks into the chair, closing her eyes as she leans into the tall back. "There will be no more incursions into your father's realm from that place."
"I know." Cýron had felt a hint of warmth for the first time in six decades while in the midst of a battle she had originally thought to leave to her brothers. It had earned her the wound currently being stitched, but to know the Greenwood was free of the ice, however long it took for it to thaw, was worth the pain.
Obi-Wan and Force-ghost!Qui-Gon, Jedi Leia AU:
"And you thought I had the easy one to watch over, Master." He shakes his head, a smile creeping across his face as it hasn't in years. This will be an adventure, one worth leaving his exile behind and risking everything for. One last extended mission before he's earned a permanent retirement.
A soft snort answers his thoughts - and perhaps his earlier comment - and Obi-Wan lets himself grin, pushing out of his chair to start gathering what he'll keep. Only what he can carry, and the rest can stay with the farm. He doesn't need to sell it - since he has the money to buy passage at least far enough to find a Rebel contact - but he has no need to keep owning a place he won't be returning to.
"You didn't have to keep your charge from getting himself killed by his own father before he hit puberty." Qui-Gon isn't visible, but he isn't, always. Especially if he's keeping some part of his attention on Leia, wherever she is now. No longer on that backwater Vader had taken her to when he kidnapped her from Alderaan, that much Obi-Wan is certain of.
"I only had to keep him from getting himself killed by the planet he lives on." Obi-Wan opens the chest where he's kept Anakin's old lightsaber alongside his own since soon after he arrived on Tatooine, looking down for a long moment at the silvery hilt. "Without being noticed by Owen."
Galadriel and Cýron, Agnu Ra Nûtu AU:
"Lady Galadriel." Cýron inclines her head, though she does not rise from the camp-chair she had been shoved into by an irate healer after she'd limped off the battlefield leaning on her last living brother. If the Lady of the Golden Wood doesn't appreciate it, she doesn't make it obvious, and Cýron doesn't care to look hard enough to find it.
"Cýron." Galadriel smiles, though there is weariness in her eyes that is more than the simple exhaustion most who have been on the battlefield today.
Waving a hand at the unoccupied camp-chair, Cýron winces slightly as the healer puts in another stitch to close the wound which would have crippled her if she'd been of Men. It is enough that it will keep her from leaving to return home until spring is properly arrived even in the northern most reaches of the Anduin's valleys.
"The evil in Dol Guldor is burned out, root and branch." Galadriel sinks into the chair, closing her eyes as she leans into the tall back. "There will be no more incursions into your father's realm from that place."
"I know." Cýron had felt a hint of warmth for the first time in six decades while in the midst of a battle she had originally thought to leave to her brothers. It had earned her the wound currently being stitched, but to know the Greenwood was free of the ice, however long it took for it to thaw, was worth the pain.
Obi-Wan and Force-ghost!Qui-Gon, Jedi Leia AU:
"And you thought I had the easy one to watch over, Master." He shakes his head, a smile creeping across his face as it hasn't in years. This will be an adventure, one worth leaving his exile behind and risking everything for. One last extended mission before he's earned a permanent retirement.
A soft snort answers his thoughts - and perhaps his earlier comment - and Obi-Wan lets himself grin, pushing out of his chair to start gathering what he'll keep. Only what he can carry, and the rest can stay with the farm. He doesn't need to sell it - since he has the money to buy passage at least far enough to find a Rebel contact - but he has no need to keep owning a place he won't be returning to.
"You didn't have to keep your charge from getting himself killed by his own father before he hit puberty." Qui-Gon isn't visible, but he isn't, always. Especially if he's keeping some part of his attention on Leia, wherever she is now. No longer on that backwater Vader had taken her to when he kidnapped her from Alderaan, that much Obi-Wan is certain of.
"I only had to keep him from getting himself killed by the planet he lives on." Obi-Wan opens the chest where he's kept Anakin's old lightsaber alongside his own since soon after he arrived on Tatooine, looking down for a long moment at the silvery hilt. "Without being noticed by Owen."