Characters/Pairing: Maedhros, son of Feanor; OMC (Celvandil)
Disclaimer: The framework (and the horses) are Tolkien's; Himring did a bit of inferring.
A/N: double drabble
After his first lesson, Maedhros carefully dismounted. The stable-boy waiting to have the reins of the tall chestnut handed to him to had to be the son of the owner. He seemed small to be handling such a large animal, but it was the prince his eyes were fixed on, round with awe.
'Thank you!' Maedhros said, smiling, trying to put him at his ease. 'My family travels a lot on foot, but now my father wants me to learn to ride. You look as if you know all about it and can give me a helpful hint or two!'
Celvandil drew himself up.
'The first rule is: Whatever happens, always get back on the horse!', he said, making his voice as deep as he could to quote his father.
'A good rule, that!' said Maedhros. 'I'll try and take it to heart!'
At first, Celvandil tried to be discreet, nursing the words that had passed between them to his chest. Wasn't he practically a member of the royal staff, now? But the next time he met his friends to play conkers, the secret spilled out. Soon they all knew he was teaching the grandson of their king to ride!
A/N: A bit of backstory for my OMC Celvandil, who later becomes Maedhros's stable-master in Middle-earth. This first meeting between the two takes place in Valinor during the Time of the Trees.
(In the second drabble, the prompt is meant to be represented by "conkers".)