Tolkien Fan Fiction
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i21: B2MeM Challenge: B15: Rangers of the North: Annúminas I21: First lines: Call me ___; Languages of Arda: Rohirric; Rangers of the North: Fornost Format: drabble Genre: gapfiller Rating: K Characters: OC, Aragorn Summary: One does not simply walk into Edoras. |
| Alibi “Brodda,” the Westfold clan chief introduces himself. Iron-grey plaits and seamed face bespeak hard years herding. “Call me Ælric,” Aragorn says. “’Ælric’? Not bad,” Brodda grunts. “Names ent enough, though – you’ve our words, but you ent from the Mark!” Three months, Aragorn labors to drink down Rohirric’s native rhythm. And where Brodda is exacting, others are demanding – of stories, of outside. He obliges, slowly clothing familiar tales of Fornost and Annúminas in new words, a new lilt, ‘til Brodda declares: “A leal Westfolder! But one thing’s missing.” “That is?” “Half your name! At Edoras, they should call you Ælric Broddasson.” |