Hi everyone! Yes, I'm back, though not with more BSGS as I promised…
A great livejournal friend of mine, known as speakmefair, and I recently co-wrote a whole series of drabbles about Prydain (we're both in love with Gwydion, I was bored at work – you do the math!), and we thought it would be great to share them with you all. Some of them are angsty, some are sad, some are funny – but we hope all of them will be enjoyable! Incidentally, SMF is a native Welsh speaker, and she came up with the awesome title of this story as a whole. "Preiddeu Annwn" translates to mean "Prizes of Annwn" or "Prizes of Arawn/the 'Otherworld'."
I'll be posting up a pair of these every once in a while. Those marked "SMF" were written by speakmefair, and the ones marked "AKA" written by me. Reviews would make us very happy! Thanks!!
DISCLAIMER: It doesn't belong to us. RIP Lloyd Alexander - and thank you.
1. Coll
He never thinks about who he was. Never dreams about what he did, never feels the old responsibilities weigh on him. Dallben gave him that peace, and he is grateful.
It is only sometimes, after those who still are, who still dream, who are still relied upon, come to the little house, only after he has been detailed to keep Taran out of the way and sees the resentful longing for something more in the boy's eyes, that he wishes he still did, too.
When it comes back to him, he doesn't regret it for a second. He feels joy.
- SMF
2. Medwyn's Valley
When Taran thinks back on Medwyn and his fauns and the great hulk of the ship rising out of the mountain, he doesn't feel peace or love or protection. Instead, there is only pity.
It is a strange emotion to have regarding a place that should be a guaranteed sanctuary. But Taran remembers the crushing weight of the outside world, how it found its way through the mountains, wormed its way through the tons of rock and snow. It was always there at the back of his mind, tormenting him, urging him onward. And the solitude and beauty around him seemed all the more superficial and distracting for it.
He does not know whether Medwyn feels the same. If the old man does, he can only be sorry.
- AKA