Format: Drabble – triple drabble
Characters: Aragorn, OCs
Creators' Notes (optional): Takes place during "Winter in Arnor", during Aragorn's first winter with the Dúnedain.
Summary: The story-teller continues to spin his tale.
Master Rúmil looked at Aragorn. “Well, we shall see what we will see, shall we not, my lord?”
“Yes, Master,” Aragorn said respectfully, giving the Man a bow. Rúmil nodded acceptance to the young Chieftain’s words, and continued his tale.
“The man feared his daughter would die, too. Out in the chilly winds, in her old cloth tunic and skirt, the girl would no doubt succumb. But, his sister was his elder and he lived on her sufferance; he had no choice but to do as she bade.”
“I think she was horrible,” Drauchir said stoutly. Aragorn put a comforting arm around his Uncle Beren’s son, giving the child a squeeze. “Fear not, Little Wolf,” he whispered, “but hush and listen, for I wish to hear how this tale ends.”
“So,” Master Rúmil said once all was quiet, “the wood-cutter placed his daughter Melyanna on her sledge, and pulled her along down the old track into the woods. Oh, how the wind howled! But though they were both frightened, the man walked until he had got to the clearing where he gathered wood. ‘For’, he thought, ‘if nothing else my little Anna can strike a light to warm herself.’ He started to build a fire, but Melyanna shook her head.
“No, please. If Lord Frost is my bridegroom, he will not come near me where there is fire,” she said. “Go home to Auntie and tell her you have done your task.”
The wood-cutter bowed his head solemnly. “I pray to Eru that Lord Frost will treat you gently, my dear,” he said softly. “For I know how well he can bite.”
“So Melyanna was left all alone in the woods,” Meril said softly, and Master Rúmil nodded. “Was Lord Frost kind to her?”
“He’s not kind, if he bites!”