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eachdraidhean) wrote2005-06-12 12:16 pm
eachdraidhean) wrote2005-06-12 12:16 pm
Raising Théodred
Title: Raising Théodred
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Torranach
Characters: A very young Théodred and his grandmother, Morwen of Lossarnach
Rating: G
Summary: Théodred takes his grandmother to see the foals
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a while :)
Notes: This was inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seleneheart's wonderful drabble, Steelsheen. No date is given for Morwen's death, and it is entirely possible that she lived to see her grandchildren born and that she was an influence on Théodred as he grew.
“Nana!!”
Théodred raced into his grandmother’s study, and threw himself into her arms, wriggling around until he sat in her lap.
“Can we go and see the foals?”
Morwen looked down at her grandson with a serious face.
“Have you finished your studies?”
Théodred nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes nana!” He squirmed round to look at her with hopeful eyes.
“Did you do numbers or letters today?”
“Numbers, all of them up to twelve.” He smiled proudly and began to count. “One, two, three, four …”
Morwen smiled as he counted, getting lost around number eight but only needing a little help to finish.
“Well done! Now I have something I need to finish.” She lifted him off her knee and set him down on the floor. “Can you sit over there and be quiet for a little while? And then we can go down to the paddock.”
Théodred nodded glumly and did as he was told, sitting down on the seat, his legs dangling. After a few minutes, he began to kick his legs a little, so they rocked backwards and forwards, and began to whisper the words of a song very quietly as his gaze roamed the room. Morwen tried to keep a smirk from her face, determined that her eager grandson should learn at least a little patience.
When she could sense he was at breaking point she closed the ledger she had been working on with a thud that caught his attention, and stood, smoothing down her overskirt, holding out her hand to him.
“Shall we go?”
He bounded over to her, full of excitement, and took her hand.
As they walked down to the paddock, she shared some news with him.
“Your father is returning soon, Théodred, maybe even as soon as tomorrow.”
“He is??” The child’s eyes widened with excitement, but then his brow furrowed and he bit his lip. “Nana?”
“Yes?”
He stopped, his hand slipping from hers, his voice little more than a whisper.
“Will he remember me? He’s been away a long time. What if he’s forgotten who I am?”
His face was so sad that tears prickled behind her eyes, but Morwen would not let them fall. Instead she picked him up and swung him round, the unexpected movement making him giggle.
“My precious boy! Your father will always remember you, I promise.” She pulled him close and hugged him tight, kissing his dark blonde hair before depositing him back on the ground. “He loves you dearly, never forget that. No matter how long he may be gone, or how far away he may seem, he will always love you.”
She smiled and held out her hand, and his small fingers grasped it, holding tight.
“Now, show me the foal that has caught your eye.”
Théodred’s eyes sparkled as he led his grandmother down to the paddock, and he remembered something he had overheard that morning.
“Nana, why does Grimbold call you Steelsheen?”
Morwen’s eyebrows rose and she smiled. He was a curious boy indeed, and she was glad that at that moment they arrived at the paddock, and his attentions were diverted by the four foals. She inclined her head in thanks to the tall rider who scooped up her grandson and carried him over the fence, squatting down beside him and answering Théodred’s endless questions about the young horses as they got up the nerve to approach their young admirer.
Steelsheen smiled softly as she watched the boy reach out and stroke the neck of the chestnut foal. He looked back at her, a huge grin lighting up his face, then turned back to pet the animal some more. After all the years she had endured living in this place, first for her husband, then for her children, it had taken a small motherless child to turn Edoras into her home. At last she could be content to live the rest of her life with the constant wind in her hair, the smell of hay ever present, and watch this child, her golden boy, grow to manhood.
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Torranach
Characters: A very young Théodred and his grandmother, Morwen of Lossarnach
Rating: G
Summary: Théodred takes his grandmother to see the foals
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a while :)
Notes: This was inspired by
seleneheart's wonderful drabble, Steelsheen. No date is given for Morwen's death, and it is entirely possible that she lived to see her grandchildren born and that she was an influence on Théodred as he grew.“Nana!!”
Théodred raced into his grandmother’s study, and threw himself into her arms, wriggling around until he sat in her lap.
“Can we go and see the foals?”
Morwen looked down at her grandson with a serious face.
“Have you finished your studies?”
Théodred nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes nana!” He squirmed round to look at her with hopeful eyes.
“Did you do numbers or letters today?”
“Numbers, all of them up to twelve.” He smiled proudly and began to count. “One, two, three, four …”
Morwen smiled as he counted, getting lost around number eight but only needing a little help to finish.
“Well done! Now I have something I need to finish.” She lifted him off her knee and set him down on the floor. “Can you sit over there and be quiet for a little while? And then we can go down to the paddock.”
Théodred nodded glumly and did as he was told, sitting down on the seat, his legs dangling. After a few minutes, he began to kick his legs a little, so they rocked backwards and forwards, and began to whisper the words of a song very quietly as his gaze roamed the room. Morwen tried to keep a smirk from her face, determined that her eager grandson should learn at least a little patience.
When she could sense he was at breaking point she closed the ledger she had been working on with a thud that caught his attention, and stood, smoothing down her overskirt, holding out her hand to him.
“Shall we go?”
He bounded over to her, full of excitement, and took her hand.
As they walked down to the paddock, she shared some news with him.
“Your father is returning soon, Théodred, maybe even as soon as tomorrow.”
“He is??” The child’s eyes widened with excitement, but then his brow furrowed and he bit his lip. “Nana?”
“Yes?”
He stopped, his hand slipping from hers, his voice little more than a whisper.
“Will he remember me? He’s been away a long time. What if he’s forgotten who I am?”
His face was so sad that tears prickled behind her eyes, but Morwen would not let them fall. Instead she picked him up and swung him round, the unexpected movement making him giggle.
“My precious boy! Your father will always remember you, I promise.” She pulled him close and hugged him tight, kissing his dark blonde hair before depositing him back on the ground. “He loves you dearly, never forget that. No matter how long he may be gone, or how far away he may seem, he will always love you.”
She smiled and held out her hand, and his small fingers grasped it, holding tight.
“Now, show me the foal that has caught your eye.”
Théodred’s eyes sparkled as he led his grandmother down to the paddock, and he remembered something he had overheard that morning.
“Nana, why does Grimbold call you Steelsheen?”
Morwen’s eyebrows rose and she smiled. He was a curious boy indeed, and she was glad that at that moment they arrived at the paddock, and his attentions were diverted by the four foals. She inclined her head in thanks to the tall rider who scooped up her grandson and carried him over the fence, squatting down beside him and answering Théodred’s endless questions about the young horses as they got up the nerve to approach their young admirer.
Steelsheen smiled softly as she watched the boy reach out and stroke the neck of the chestnut foal. He looked back at her, a huge grin lighting up his face, then turned back to pet the animal some more. After all the years she had endured living in this place, first for her husband, then for her children, it had taken a small motherless child to turn Edoras into her home. At last she could be content to live the rest of her life with the constant wind in her hair, the smell of hay ever present, and watch this child, her golden boy, grow to manhood.