Author : Himring
Fandom : The Hobbit
Rating : General
Warning: none
Characters : Beorn and his animals.
Disclaimer : Beorn and his animals, and Yule celebrations in Beorn's hall, are all Tolkien's. But this is set in an earlier year that Tolkien did not write about.
Summary : It is deep winter. Beorn and his friends settle down to a well-deserved rest (2 x 100 words)
Fandom : The Hobbit
Rating : General
Warning: none
Characters : Beorn and his animals.
Disclaimer : Beorn and his animals, and Yule celebrations in Beorn's hall, are all Tolkien's. But this is set in an earlier year that Tolkien did not write about.
Summary : It is deep winter. Beorn and his friends settle down to a well-deserved rest (2 x 100 words)
Beorn watched the last of his Midwinter guests disappear towards the forest and heaved a sigh from the bottom of his deep chest. It had been a magnificent Yule, with plenty of good cheer, mead and story-telling, and no worse for doubling as celebration of a victory, comparatively small, but the best kind, without losses. Now, however, his wintry mood, suspended for the duration, began to return. He sniffed the air. Yes, more severe weather was on its way, with snow and wind and frost. His guests would get home safely, but it was time for a good long rest.
With the help of Beorn's animal friends, soon the remains of the feast were cleared away. Torches were doused, one by one. Beorn banked the fire himself. He gave a rumbling, snorting sigh, clambered onto the large low bedstead in front of the hearth and curled up. Two of his dog friends joined him. All over the homestead, his friends made their own sleeping arrangements.
Outside, dusk had long fallen. The first snowflakes drifted down out of the rapidly darkening sky. Everyone in Beorn’s Hall slumbered, down to the motionless bees in their hives; nothing stirred, not even a mouse.
With the help of Beorn's animal friends, soon the remains of the feast were cleared away. Torches were doused, one by one. Beorn banked the fire himself. He gave a rumbling, snorting sigh, clambered onto the large low bedstead in front of the hearth and curled up. Two of his dog friends joined him. All over the homestead, his friends made their own sleeping arrangements.
Outside, dusk had long fallen. The first snowflakes drifted down out of the rapidly darkening sky. Everyone in Beorn’s Hall slumbered, down to the motionless bees in their hives; nothing stirred, not even a mouse.
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Date: 2024-01-01 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-01-02 11:12 am (UTC)Dear Beorn and his animals settling into a well-earned slumber, even the mouse. :)
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Date: 2024-01-07 11:44 am (UTC)Yes, indeed.
This character in particular has a very close relationship with his animals brethren, because he is a kind of were-bear and can communicate with them very effectively. He is also, at that time, the last of his own kind (although he later gets a family).
But of course it would be true even without that!
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Date: 2024-01-07 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-01-07 11:49 am (UTC)It is good to be able to wind down, in the aftermath. Even more so when the daylight hours are short!
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Date: 2024-01-07 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-07 11:50 am (UTC)Glad that sigh sounded bearlike to you, that was what I was trying to evoke!