Winter Wonderland [Meludir]
Dec 27, 2018 17:33:14 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Dec 27, 2018 17:33:14 GMT -5
Tait seemed to be in wonderful spirits; she did not mind the work, nor the extra weight of the sleigh, tree, and of course the elf weighed minimal compared to her Master. Masters elf always had fine apples and carrots and sweet squares of maple and sugar for her; and it kept Tait in fair enough spirits in her presence, though she never allowed the elf to mount her, as she never allowed anyone to mount her save Ceolmund and Paega.
The sleigh rode fast over the snowy ground, and Meludir sang them most of the way to Edoras, here and there Ceolmund hummed along, though he never could catch on to the elvish words in Meludir’s tunes, he knew most of those Yuletide songs sung in Westron. Meludir’s voice was far fairer than his own however, so he let his husband carry the tune and simply enjoyed it.
When they arrived to Edoras, the sleigh pulled through the great city gates and onward it went from the gate up to the hill beneath the watchtower. The home where once Ceolmund’s grandmother had lived, which he had left to Runa and the children. Of course a knock upon the door at their arrival let them know that nobody was at home, and a peering through the window saw that no fire was lit.
“They are probably at Theo’s,” Ceol informed Meludir, as they set off to the house kitty corner from their own. A cat was watching him from the roof, and another one from the window, and one came purring and winding around his legs as he heard Paega’s laughter from within, and he grinned. A knock on the door and Darelle had come forth to answer it, a little redhaired babe in her arm, and Yomie at her feet.
“Theo! It’s Ceol and Mel!” Darelle called, smiling inward. It had been not long past the time that Ceol had taken off from Edoras after his dream man that Theodred too had sought for his own dreams, giving up all heirdom to the crown of Rohan for Darelle’s sake. Eofor was now the Prince of Rohan, and Theodred was simply a civilian, but he had his family; and Darelle was a good mother to their children with Theo’s steady hand to guide her.
“Come in dears,” Darelle motioned them into the clamor of children. Paega was playing on the floor with their oldest daughter, and Ceolmund had plucked Yomie up into his arms, tickling him as soon as they had entered.
“The cow is down at the tavern,” Darelle muttered.
“Mama needs her mead,” Yomie answered, as Paega squealed and ran to hug Mel.
The sleigh rode fast over the snowy ground, and Meludir sang them most of the way to Edoras, here and there Ceolmund hummed along, though he never could catch on to the elvish words in Meludir’s tunes, he knew most of those Yuletide songs sung in Westron. Meludir’s voice was far fairer than his own however, so he let his husband carry the tune and simply enjoyed it.
When they arrived to Edoras, the sleigh pulled through the great city gates and onward it went from the gate up to the hill beneath the watchtower. The home where once Ceolmund’s grandmother had lived, which he had left to Runa and the children. Of course a knock upon the door at their arrival let them know that nobody was at home, and a peering through the window saw that no fire was lit.
“They are probably at Theo’s,” Ceol informed Meludir, as they set off to the house kitty corner from their own. A cat was watching him from the roof, and another one from the window, and one came purring and winding around his legs as he heard Paega’s laughter from within, and he grinned. A knock on the door and Darelle had come forth to answer it, a little redhaired babe in her arm, and Yomie at her feet.
“Theo! It’s Ceol and Mel!” Darelle called, smiling inward. It had been not long past the time that Ceol had taken off from Edoras after his dream man that Theodred too had sought for his own dreams, giving up all heirdom to the crown of Rohan for Darelle’s sake. Eofor was now the Prince of Rohan, and Theodred was simply a civilian, but he had his family; and Darelle was a good mother to their children with Theo’s steady hand to guide her.
“Come in dears,” Darelle motioned them into the clamor of children. Paega was playing on the floor with their oldest daughter, and Ceolmund had plucked Yomie up into his arms, tickling him as soon as they had entered.
“The cow is down at the tavern,” Darelle muttered.
“Mama needs her mead,” Yomie answered, as Paega squealed and ran to hug Mel.