Title: Winter Campaign
Challenge: Blessings: happiness
Summary: Everyday a victory…
Characters: Halbarad, Aragorn
Disclaimer: I’m not JRRT, nor related to him. Please don’t sue.
Warnings: Sugar, sugar, processed sugar with maple syrup and caramel on top.
Summer fades; fall becomes winter. Halbarad feels cold bite like slow-driven knives. Days he measures now in hours between draughts, victories in little happinesses: a teacup’s warmth, the bath’s easing heat, hands working numbing ointment in – anything that quickens senses to something beyond the pain that walks with him, sits with him, lies with him. Worried distraction, Aragorn brings work daily.
“’Tis winter campaign. I’ll weather it,” Halbarad insists.
“Of campaigns…” Aragorn begins reciting names on a day.
Understanding is its own little sunlight. ‘“Envinyatar before us,’” Halbarad breathes.
Aragorn clasps his forearm, and pain matters not at all: “Always.”
Notes: “’Envinyatar before us”: "Eärendil above us, Elendil behind us, Isildur beneath us, Envinyatar before us." – the midwinter ceremony of the Dúnedain of the North in Candles.