Characters: Young Aragorn and Young Halbarad
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien created this world, Kortirion tweaked the characterization for her own amusement.
Notes: a continuing story… 100 words at a time. (See several previous prompts to see where it’s come from.)
Aragorn’s shoulders ached; he sat up, swinging his arm to ease the tension… the blade-bone stood out sharply on his naked back. Halbarad watched him; temptation too much… he reached out to touch… “Still sharp” he muttered, “…you’re skin and bone. I hope Gandalf’s prepared to feed you up on this journey.”
“It’s not my choice.” He said finally, slumping back onto his bedroll.
“Then tell him I’ll go too – my blade’s as good as any.”
Aragorn shook his head. In the silence, birds chirped prettily, and their horses stirred to snatch at long blades of be-dewed grass.
A deliberately loud cough made them roll apart and reach for shirts and gear. Further loud rustlings of robe on grass and undergrowth announced Gandalf’s presence.
“A fine morning.”
Halbarad nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes downcast, he buckled his scabbarded blade to his side. Aragorn stared at him with unseeing eyes.
“Estel…?” Gandalf spoke softly.
Aragorn’s attention snapped back. He gave a half laugh, “It’s nothing. Halbarad broke my dream… I watched another man strap on a blade… but he'd a raven on his shoulder… and three black feathers clung to his leathers…” Aragorn shook away the misted dreamed images.