"Arrival" by Kaylee Arafinwiel
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lotrchallengesAuthor: Kaylee Arafinwiel
Title: Arrival
Rating: PG
Theme: Pairs
Elements: father, son
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Takes place in Emma’s and my “Thrani-verse” (Our Oropher has dark hair and green eyes; Thranduil, his mother’s blonde hair and blue eyes) It's a sequel to my last challenge story.
Summary: The Tithen Aran arrives home and considers his father.
Word Count: 100 without header
“How like your father you are.”
Thranduil had never understood those words. He certainly didn’t look like Oropher; a fact remarked on by the Noldor often during his youth in Lindon. When he was grown, he understood better. Strong and stubborn, he was his father’s son in attitude; taking on any burden, any challenge, even when it seemed insurmountable. On the edge of Greenwood, the Tithen Aran paused to look back at the dregs of an army, the remnants of a people. His people, however ill-fitting the title of leader, of king, seemed to be.
Oropher, too, had done that.
Title: Arrival
Rating: PG
Theme: Pairs
Elements: father, son
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Takes place in Emma’s and my “Thrani-verse” (Our Oropher has dark hair and green eyes; Thranduil, his mother’s blonde hair and blue eyes) It's a sequel to my last challenge story.
Summary: The Tithen Aran arrives home and considers his father.
Word Count: 100 without header
“How like your father you are.”
Thranduil had never understood those words. He certainly didn’t look like Oropher; a fact remarked on by the Noldor often during his youth in Lindon. When he was grown, he understood better. Strong and stubborn, he was his father’s son in attitude; taking on any burden, any challenge, even when it seemed insurmountable. On the edge of Greenwood, the Tithen Aran paused to look back at the dregs of an army, the remnants of a people. His people, however ill-fitting the title of leader, of king, seemed to be.
Oropher, too, had done that.
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