Characters: Arwen, OC; Elrond, his children, Erestor.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make no money from this.
Note: Deplorably late and shamefully self-indulgent; follows on from this drabble.
Dust and Dragon Cubs
Fingertips brushed against her sleeve. “Melinna,” said Elrond’s daughter, light as a bird on her bare white feet. Her eyes shone. “Melinna, is Bree really so dusty in the summer that a dragon could run through the streets without being noticed?”
“A dragon?” Melinna turned away from Celebrían’s half-finished tapestry with a blink. “You couldn’t even squeeze one through the gates. Why?”
“A dragon cub, of course!” said Arwen impatiently. “Erestor was saying...”
Naturally. Melinna almost smiled.
“That’s different,” she said solemnly. “Odd people appear in a Bree dust storm. We met an urchin once – maybe Erestor already told you...”
Adventures of a Most Lurid Kind
Elrond sat bewildered beneath a storm of words. Dragon cubs and urchins tumbled through Bree’s summer dust – and Dwarves were everywhere hunting mithril – but was it true, about the collapsing mountain? A distressed damsel had been rescued and at least one Vala was involved somehow. And had Melinna’s hair really once been –
He stared at his children. “Pink?”
In the distance, a harp trilled silver. Elrond tracked the song to its source.
“Inez?” he said. “What sort of a villain’s name is that?”
“The first that came to mind,” said Erestor cheerfully. “But wasn’t the dust storm a good touch?”