I know I'm meant to be updating LotR and the Holy Grail (or whatever the
Holy Grail may be hint hint) but this short fic took half an hour to write.
It's not that good, it's sort of a prequel to a bigger, longer, better
story which I'll start writing soon- I hope.
Anyway, it's set in The Hobbit so I don't own any characters, places etc
etc. if I did do you REALLY think I'd be writing fanfiction? I'd be a
millonaire!
"We probably would have done better to bring along your Gimli!" Oin wanted to get onto the subject of Gimli as soon as he could, so he could get it over with and not have to go through with it again.
If looks could kill, the company would have been down to thirteen again, "My son is barely fifty years old*." growled Gloin, glaring daggers at his younger brother.
Oin took a deep breath, preparing to take the plunge, "I'm mighty surprised you know that much about him! I know that he revolts you though I know not the reason. I spoke with him ere we set out from the Blue Mountains, and you had not seen him. And I daresay you did not see him before we left for the Shire?"
His brothers uncomfortable silence told Oin everything he needed to know. Gloin did not seem inclined to speak any time soon so Oin continued, hoping to bring this one-sided conversation to a conclusion before the slumbering Dwarves and Hobbit stirred.
"I am fond of Gimli." he began, clumsily. Now it had come to confronting his brother like this Oin was not sure what to say. "He is a good lad with a good heart and a grand future, but already he is nearly broken! I have seen some of the wounds you have inflicted -both physical and emotional- and they are terrible." Oin watched Gloin closely, hoping for some flash of emotion, but the older Dwarf's face remained impassive, and his eyes hard.
"Do you not see!?" Oin could feel anger growing inside of him, and he struggled to control his temper, "How can you be so blind as to how you torment your own son!?"
"If only you knew, brother," the hoarse reply startled Oin and he sat back, "you cannot understand what I have been through. If circumstances had been different... but it is too late to change now."
Oin regained his composure, "You could attempt to make it up if you meet again." he suggested hopefully.
"Nay, I doubt he wuld forgive me."
"He may in time." Oin reassured him, "He may with time."
Yes, I know it's not very long at all! It's not meant to be a masterpiece, just a short ficlet to help with the leading up to another fic. Reviews much appreciated!
"We probably would have done better to bring along your Gimli!" Oin wanted to get onto the subject of Gimli as soon as he could, so he could get it over with and not have to go through with it again.
If looks could kill, the company would have been down to thirteen again, "My son is barely fifty years old*." growled Gloin, glaring daggers at his younger brother.
Oin took a deep breath, preparing to take the plunge, "I'm mighty surprised you know that much about him! I know that he revolts you though I know not the reason. I spoke with him ere we set out from the Blue Mountains, and you had not seen him. And I daresay you did not see him before we left for the Shire?"
His brothers uncomfortable silence told Oin everything he needed to know. Gloin did not seem inclined to speak any time soon so Oin continued, hoping to bring this one-sided conversation to a conclusion before the slumbering Dwarves and Hobbit stirred.
"I am fond of Gimli." he began, clumsily. Now it had come to confronting his brother like this Oin was not sure what to say. "He is a good lad with a good heart and a grand future, but already he is nearly broken! I have seen some of the wounds you have inflicted -both physical and emotional- and they are terrible." Oin watched Gloin closely, hoping for some flash of emotion, but the older Dwarf's face remained impassive, and his eyes hard.
"Do you not see!?" Oin could feel anger growing inside of him, and he struggled to control his temper, "How can you be so blind as to how you torment your own son!?"
"If only you knew, brother," the hoarse reply startled Oin and he sat back, "you cannot understand what I have been through. If circumstances had been different... but it is too late to change now."
Oin regained his composure, "You could attempt to make it up if you meet again." he suggested hopefully.
"Nay, I doubt he wuld forgive me."
"He may in time." Oin reassured him, "He may with time."
Yes, I know it's not very long at all! It's not meant to be a masterpiece, just a short ficlet to help with the leading up to another fic. Reviews much appreciated!