Luster of Snow update
Aug. 21st, 2006 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntiemeeshJust a little bit for you all tonight, only a little over a page. But still, better than nothing, I hope.
They were greeted at the entrance by a wizened old hobbit leaning a walking stick.
“Well, if it isn’t young Frodo Baggins,” the old hobbit greeted them warmly.
“Hullo, Cado,” Frodo answered with a hug. “How are you faring?”
“Ah, well, you know how these things go,” Cado answered ruefully. “The knees don’t bend so well as they used to and I can’t hold a quill anymore,” he held up gnarled fingers as proof of his incapacity, “but I still find ways to keep myself useful.”
The old hobbit had once been Ferumbras’ assistant and secretary but had been forced to give the post up to someone younger some twenty years ago. Ferumbras had kept him on at the Smials, however, finding jobs that his advancing age and pride allowed him to take on.
“Come on then,” Cado said, hobbling away from them, “I’ll show you to your rooms and let you get settled. Once you’ve recovered from your trip, Paladin would like to see you in his study.” Despite the somber times, the old hobbit grinned.
Frodo smiled back, knowing Cado meant nothing disrespectful to the late Thain with his cheerful good humor. Cado had served Ferumbras for many years and had cared for the Thain, but he also loved Paladin like a son and couldn’t disguise his pride that the younger hobbit was finally going to be acknowledged for the job he’d been doing anyway for the past two years.
Once in his room, Frodo dropped his pack onto the floor and dropped onto the bed. It had been a long, cold ride and all he wanted to do now was soak in the warmth from the fire and take a nap. Well, maybe have a bath first, considering the state of the roads and consequently the state of him, as well. Biting back a yawn, he dug out a change of clothes and headed for the bathing room, grabbing Merry, in the next room over, on his way.
Ten minutes later, reclining in a large tub of almost too hot water, he gave in to the yawn that was threatening to crack his jaw in two. Merry seemed a bit subdued as well, quietly humming to himself while letting sore, tense muscles ease.
“Do you want to meet with Paladin before or after the nap?” Merry asked sleepily a few minutes later, startling Frodo from his own doze.
“Before, I suppose,” Frodo mumbled before sighing and sitting up. Steeling himself, he slipped out of the steamy water into the much colder air of the room and quickly dried off and dressed. A minute later Merry was ready as well. Dropping their dirty things back at their rooms, they made their way through the warren of passageways until they finally found themselves in the heart of the Smials, at the door to the Thain’s offices.
tbc
They were greeted at the entrance by a wizened old hobbit leaning a walking stick.
“Well, if it isn’t young Frodo Baggins,” the old hobbit greeted them warmly.
“Hullo, Cado,” Frodo answered with a hug. “How are you faring?”
“Ah, well, you know how these things go,” Cado answered ruefully. “The knees don’t bend so well as they used to and I can’t hold a quill anymore,” he held up gnarled fingers as proof of his incapacity, “but I still find ways to keep myself useful.”
The old hobbit had once been Ferumbras’ assistant and secretary but had been forced to give the post up to someone younger some twenty years ago. Ferumbras had kept him on at the Smials, however, finding jobs that his advancing age and pride allowed him to take on.
“Come on then,” Cado said, hobbling away from them, “I’ll show you to your rooms and let you get settled. Once you’ve recovered from your trip, Paladin would like to see you in his study.” Despite the somber times, the old hobbit grinned.
Frodo smiled back, knowing Cado meant nothing disrespectful to the late Thain with his cheerful good humor. Cado had served Ferumbras for many years and had cared for the Thain, but he also loved Paladin like a son and couldn’t disguise his pride that the younger hobbit was finally going to be acknowledged for the job he’d been doing anyway for the past two years.
Once in his room, Frodo dropped his pack onto the floor and dropped onto the bed. It had been a long, cold ride and all he wanted to do now was soak in the warmth from the fire and take a nap. Well, maybe have a bath first, considering the state of the roads and consequently the state of him, as well. Biting back a yawn, he dug out a change of clothes and headed for the bathing room, grabbing Merry, in the next room over, on his way.
Ten minutes later, reclining in a large tub of almost too hot water, he gave in to the yawn that was threatening to crack his jaw in two. Merry seemed a bit subdued as well, quietly humming to himself while letting sore, tense muscles ease.
“Do you want to meet with Paladin before or after the nap?” Merry asked sleepily a few minutes later, startling Frodo from his own doze.
“Before, I suppose,” Frodo mumbled before sighing and sitting up. Steeling himself, he slipped out of the steamy water into the much colder air of the room and quickly dried off and dressed. A minute later Merry was ready as well. Dropping their dirty things back at their rooms, they made their way through the warren of passageways until they finally found themselves in the heart of the Smials, at the door to the Thain’s offices.
tbc
