Luster Update
Aug. 23rd, 2006 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntiemeeshSorry I didn't get this posted last night - I had no internet all evening. You'd think that would free me up to write scads and scads of fic, but you'd be wrong. Between the time I spent with tech support (they're completely befuddled, don't have a clue why me + dsl = no internet) and the time I spent waiting for it to start working again, I got only just a little bit done once again.
This segment is from Paladin's POV and shows a little slice of what he's going through as he prepares to officially become Thain. Tonight (or the next time I have internet again) there will be more interesting stuff happening, I promise.
Paladin looked up from the papers covering his desk at the knock on the door, suppressing a brief flash of irritation. There was much he needed to do as he prepared to move all his work from his small space to the Thain’s much larger office next door and he’d been interrupted every few minutes, thus the current mess on his desk. Sighing, he smoothed his face and called out his permission to enter. With an effort, he kept his face open and welcoming as his cousin Ferdinand entered.
“What brings you down here, Ferdi?” he asked, motioning the other hobbit to a stiff-backed chair placed across the desk from his own chair. He carefully hid his satisfaction as Ferdinand glanced once at the deep, soft arm chairs in front of the small hearth before sitting on the edge of the seat he’d been offered. There was no love lost between the cousins, had been none since they were teens. Pal had been an adventurous spirit and Ferdi, several years younger and resentful of not being included in the fun, was the one to squeal every time Pal stepped even an inch outside of approved behavior. In more recent times, Ferdi was one of the staunchest opponents of every move Paladin made.
“I wanted to go over a few of the details for the funeral,” Ferdinand finally said, not quite meeting Paladin’s eyes.
“Very well,” Pal resisted the urge to throw something at the other hobbit. “Which details in particular?”
“I have some concerns about the procession. Some very fine old families are being supplanted in the order by families that don’t even live in the Tooklands. Take that Baggins’ lad now.” Ferdinand delicately wrinkled his nose as though he’d smelled something distasteful. “You have him right behind the Brandybucks, although the Baggins family is much smaller than, say, the Overbanks, who’ve been placed well back, almost amongst the commoners.”
“Overbanks,” Paladin mused, pretending he hadn’t caught the significance of the name. “Ah, yes,” he finally said, “your wife’s family, I believe?”
Ferdi’s lip twitched upward into a snarl that was quickly suppressed. “As a matter of fact, yes, my lovely Hyacinth is an Overbank by birth.”
Before either hobbit could say more, there was another knock upon the door, followed before Paladin could say anything by the appearance of Cado’s wizened head.
“Your pardon, Mr. Paladin, sir, but young Frodo’s arrived. I’ve shown him to his room and I’d imagine he’ll be along shortly to pay his respects.”
“Thank you, Cado,” Paladin replied before returning his attention to his visitor. “I’m sorry, Ferdi, it seems we’ll have to discuss this at another time. Please excuse me.”
Ferdinand opened his mouth, closed it again, turned a pale red and left the room in a huff. He would be back, Pal knew, but not today. At the moment, that was good enough.
Paladin spent the few minutes attempting to bring some order to the chaos that was his half-packed desk. This time he welcomed the knock at the door when it came.
tbc
This segment is from Paladin's POV and shows a little slice of what he's going through as he prepares to officially become Thain. Tonight (or the next time I have internet again) there will be more interesting stuff happening, I promise.
Paladin looked up from the papers covering his desk at the knock on the door, suppressing a brief flash of irritation. There was much he needed to do as he prepared to move all his work from his small space to the Thain’s much larger office next door and he’d been interrupted every few minutes, thus the current mess on his desk. Sighing, he smoothed his face and called out his permission to enter. With an effort, he kept his face open and welcoming as his cousin Ferdinand entered.
“What brings you down here, Ferdi?” he asked, motioning the other hobbit to a stiff-backed chair placed across the desk from his own chair. He carefully hid his satisfaction as Ferdinand glanced once at the deep, soft arm chairs in front of the small hearth before sitting on the edge of the seat he’d been offered. There was no love lost between the cousins, had been none since they were teens. Pal had been an adventurous spirit and Ferdi, several years younger and resentful of not being included in the fun, was the one to squeal every time Pal stepped even an inch outside of approved behavior. In more recent times, Ferdi was one of the staunchest opponents of every move Paladin made.
“I wanted to go over a few of the details for the funeral,” Ferdinand finally said, not quite meeting Paladin’s eyes.
“Very well,” Pal resisted the urge to throw something at the other hobbit. “Which details in particular?”
“I have some concerns about the procession. Some very fine old families are being supplanted in the order by families that don’t even live in the Tooklands. Take that Baggins’ lad now.” Ferdinand delicately wrinkled his nose as though he’d smelled something distasteful. “You have him right behind the Brandybucks, although the Baggins family is much smaller than, say, the Overbanks, who’ve been placed well back, almost amongst the commoners.”
“Overbanks,” Paladin mused, pretending he hadn’t caught the significance of the name. “Ah, yes,” he finally said, “your wife’s family, I believe?”
Ferdi’s lip twitched upward into a snarl that was quickly suppressed. “As a matter of fact, yes, my lovely Hyacinth is an Overbank by birth.”
Before either hobbit could say more, there was another knock upon the door, followed before Paladin could say anything by the appearance of Cado’s wizened head.
“Your pardon, Mr. Paladin, sir, but young Frodo’s arrived. I’ve shown him to his room and I’d imagine he’ll be along shortly to pay his respects.”
“Thank you, Cado,” Paladin replied before returning his attention to his visitor. “I’m sorry, Ferdi, it seems we’ll have to discuss this at another time. Please excuse me.”
Ferdinand opened his mouth, closed it again, turned a pale red and left the room in a huff. He would be back, Pal knew, but not today. At the moment, that was good enough.
Paladin spent the few minutes attempting to bring some order to the chaos that was his half-packed desk. This time he welcomed the knock at the door when it came.
tbc
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