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One of the topics in today's get together was Minor Character Appreciation: Hunith and Balinor which lead me to jot down a random comment fic.
Typed into the comment window and completely unedited, so don't ask me how long it is as the only answer is "kinda short".
Title: Here
Spoilers: 2x13 "The Last Dragonlord"
Rating: G
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Hunith look down to the babe she held in her arms. So loving, so trusting, so innocent in comparison to the vast world around them. He would need her protection, and more, to make it through into adulthood, and she only hoped she would be strong enough to complete the task.
The child whimpered, the barest hint of a cry. "I know, sweetheart, but he cannot be here," she whispered as she rocked him gently. His eyes burned gold and little trinkets rose and fell, not quite what he was seeking, not quite what he was needing. He snuffled almost petulantly into the blanket she wrapped around him, a small scrap of fabric left behind by the one he would have called father, had he ever the chance to meet him.
Deep in the woods, more than a days ride away, Balinor gazed into the fire where his meal slowly cooked and thought of the woman he had fallen in love with, the woman he was forced to leave behind to protect. He wondered what their life would have been like, had they ever had the chance to remain together. Would there have been children? Would they have loved him? Would they have cherished him the way he would have cherished them?
He shook his head to clear it, dropping the whittling piece and grabbing the spoon to stir the pot. He never noticed the tiny piece of wood glow gold, and had forgotten about it long before it disappeared.
Back in Ealdor, the fussing child finally drifted off to sleep, the tiny carved dragon hidden deep within the folds of his blanket. Hunith breathed a sigh of relief.
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I have missed these parties - they always get little images and scenes floating about my head. :)
camelot_fleet!One of the topics in today's get together was Minor Character Appreciation: Hunith and Balinor which lead me to jot down a random comment fic.
Typed into the comment window and completely unedited, so don't ask me how long it is as the only answer is "kinda short".
Title: Here
Spoilers: 2x13 "The Last Dragonlord"
Rating: G
~~~~~~~~~~
Hunith look down to the babe she held in her arms. So loving, so trusting, so innocent in comparison to the vast world around them. He would need her protection, and more, to make it through into adulthood, and she only hoped she would be strong enough to complete the task.
The child whimpered, the barest hint of a cry. "I know, sweetheart, but he cannot be here," she whispered as she rocked him gently. His eyes burned gold and little trinkets rose and fell, not quite what he was seeking, not quite what he was needing. He snuffled almost petulantly into the blanket she wrapped around him, a small scrap of fabric left behind by the one he would have called father, had he ever the chance to meet him.
Deep in the woods, more than a days ride away, Balinor gazed into the fire where his meal slowly cooked and thought of the woman he had fallen in love with, the woman he was forced to leave behind to protect. He wondered what their life would have been like, had they ever had the chance to remain together. Would there have been children? Would they have loved him? Would they have cherished him the way he would have cherished them?
He shook his head to clear it, dropping the whittling piece and grabbing the spoon to stir the pot. He never noticed the tiny piece of wood glow gold, and had forgotten about it long before it disappeared.
Back in Ealdor, the fussing child finally drifted off to sleep, the tiny carved dragon hidden deep within the folds of his blanket. Hunith breathed a sigh of relief.
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I have missed these parties - they always get little images and scenes floating about my head. :)
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