Too Young by Linaewen
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lotrchallengesAuthor: Linaewen
Title: Too Young
Rating: G
Theme: Thinking Outside the Box
Elements: Word elements: splinter, pique, angry.
Author's Notes: I had a hard time coming up with something that I haven't tried before, but eventually I realized that I don't write Dwarves very often, nor do I write women, so I decided to combine the two. To make it more of a challenge, I decided to restrict the word count. I always find it difficult to write fixed lengths stories, so I guess that counts as out of the box!
Summary: A mother deals with an obstinate son who is unhappy about being considered too young for an important task.
Word Count: 400 words according to Microsoft Word.
Too Young
At first, her pique at her son's pestering was merely annoying, like a fine splinter pricking under the skin that could not be located or dislodged. But the splinter continued to fester and prick, and before long, her irritation had grown until she finally lost her temper.
"Stop grousing and begging!" she cried, hands upon hips. "I'll not be changing my mind on this! You're too young to go on this quest and that's that!"
"I'm not too young!" Gimli retorted in anger. "I'm sixty-two, how is that too young?"
"If I say 'tis too young, then it's too young," his mother retorted sternly. "Why, you're no more than a stripling, barely old enough to swing an axe in your own defense! Your father agrees with me on this, too."
"But a dragon, Mother! Think of the glory! How can I miss out on that?"
"Glory!" she sniffed dismissively. "More likely 'twill be death in the wilderness for your father and all his companions! I'll not have you involved in such foolishness."
"It's not foolishness," young Gimli growled. "Even the wizard thinks it's an important quest..."
Her mood softened at her son's downcast face.
"You're right, my son," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionately and laughing at his scowl as he ducked away to avoid her. "'Tis an important quest -- but it's not yours. Though you think otherwise, you are indeed too young for this one, and you know it. For all your wheedling and whining, you know I'm right. So stop fighting me and stop acting like the world is about to end because you're staying behind. Your own quest will surely come, my lad."
"But it won't be a dragon," Gimli muttered.
"No, perhaps not a dragon," his mother agreed. "But it will be something big, in any case -- something just for you that's for you to handle. When it does come, this quest that is for you, I'll not stop you then. I'll strap on your armor myself and give you a mother's blessing!"
Gimli grunted in reply, but he looked appeased; a faraway look gleamed in his eye, as if he were already contemplating his future glorious quest.
His mother sighed. "Before you get lost in a daydream of that quest of yours, you'd best be getting in shape for it by laying your axe to some wood. I've got supper to be fixing!"
Title: Too Young
Rating: G
Theme: Thinking Outside the Box
Elements: Word elements: splinter, pique, angry.
Author's Notes: I had a hard time coming up with something that I haven't tried before, but eventually I realized that I don't write Dwarves very often, nor do I write women, so I decided to combine the two. To make it more of a challenge, I decided to restrict the word count. I always find it difficult to write fixed lengths stories, so I guess that counts as out of the box!
Summary: A mother deals with an obstinate son who is unhappy about being considered too young for an important task.
Word Count: 400 words according to Microsoft Word.
Too Young
At first, her pique at her son's pestering was merely annoying, like a fine splinter pricking under the skin that could not be located or dislodged. But the splinter continued to fester and prick, and before long, her irritation had grown until she finally lost her temper.
"Stop grousing and begging!" she cried, hands upon hips. "I'll not be changing my mind on this! You're too young to go on this quest and that's that!"
"I'm not too young!" Gimli retorted in anger. "I'm sixty-two, how is that too young?"
"If I say 'tis too young, then it's too young," his mother retorted sternly. "Why, you're no more than a stripling, barely old enough to swing an axe in your own defense! Your father agrees with me on this, too."
"But a dragon, Mother! Think of the glory! How can I miss out on that?"
"Glory!" she sniffed dismissively. "More likely 'twill be death in the wilderness for your father and all his companions! I'll not have you involved in such foolishness."
"It's not foolishness," young Gimli growled. "Even the wizard thinks it's an important quest..."
Her mood softened at her son's downcast face.
"You're right, my son," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionately and laughing at his scowl as he ducked away to avoid her. "'Tis an important quest -- but it's not yours. Though you think otherwise, you are indeed too young for this one, and you know it. For all your wheedling and whining, you know I'm right. So stop fighting me and stop acting like the world is about to end because you're staying behind. Your own quest will surely come, my lad."
"But it won't be a dragon," Gimli muttered.
"No, perhaps not a dragon," his mother agreed. "But it will be something big, in any case -- something just for you that's for you to handle. When it does come, this quest that is for you, I'll not stop you then. I'll strap on your armor myself and give you a mother's blessing!"
Gimli grunted in reply, but he looked appeased; a faraway look gleamed in his eye, as if he were already contemplating his future glorious quest.
His mother sighed. "Before you get lost in a daydream of that quest of yours, you'd best be getting in shape for it by laying your axe to some wood. I've got supper to be fixing!"
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Date: 2011-10-20 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-20 07:07 am (UTC)And I can't help but long for a sequel - for a scene when Gimli will set out for Rivendell, to be there for the council of Elrond. Will you think about it? Are we going to see what his mother will say when he goes on his great adventure? Please please please?
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Date: 2011-11-14 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-20 09:29 am (UTC)Can I add my plea to Ellynn ithilwen? *prod, prod, prod!*
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Date: 2011-11-14 02:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-20 10:07 am (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2011-10-20 05:48 pm (UTC)Namarie, God bless, Antane :)
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Date: 2011-10-23 04:06 pm (UTC)*adds to request for sequel*
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