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elvenpiratelady) wrote2007-02-17 11:07 am
elvenpiratelady) wrote2007-02-17 11:07 am
Of Turin Turambar, prompt 016
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Title: Blood and Snow
Fandom: The Silmarillion – Of Túrin Turambar
Characters: Beleg, Túrin
Prompt: 016. welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day; if you want it you’re gonna bleed, but it’s the price you pay
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While tending a wound, Beleg gives Túrin some advice about tactics.
Author's Notes: Tolkien owns everything, and no, it’s not a hurt/comfort fic. Not ostensibly so, anyway.
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Thus while yet scarcely out of his boyhood his strength and courage were proved; and remembering the wrongs of his kin her was ever forward in deeds of daring, and he received many wounds by spear or arrow or the crooked blades of the Orcs…
Only one was mightier in arms among the march-wardens of Thingol at that time than Túrin, and that was Beleg Cúthalion; and Beleg and Túrin were companions in every peril, and walked far and wide in the wild woods together.
– Unfinished Tales
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Title: Blood and Snow
Fandom: The Silmarillion – Of Túrin Turambar
Characters: Beleg, Túrin
Prompt: 016. welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day; if you want it you’re gonna bleed, but it’s the price you pay
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While tending a wound, Beleg gives Túrin some advice about tactics.
Author's Notes: Tolkien owns everything, and no, it’s not a hurt/comfort fic. Not ostensibly so, anyway.
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Thus while yet scarcely out of his boyhood his strength and courage were proved; and remembering the wrongs of his kin her was ever forward in deeds of daring, and he received many wounds by spear or arrow or the crooked blades of the Orcs…
Only one was mightier in arms among the march-wardens of Thingol at that time than Túrin, and that was Beleg Cúthalion; and Beleg and Túrin were companions in every peril, and walked far and wide in the wild woods together.
– Unfinished Tales
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Túrin winced.
‘I should say,’ drawled Beleg, ‘that your pain is entirely of your own making.’ The cut on the young man’s leg was quite deep, but he had cleaned it as best he could with melted snow, and was now in the process of bandaging Túrin’s shin.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ said Túrin with an air of injured pride.
‘It was a fairly foolproof plan, wasn’t it? We hide in the woods, we wait until the orcs reach the frozen stream, and when they slow down to cross the ice we shout as many as we can. That plan did not involve you breaking cover when they were halfway across, killing their leader and two others, and then wounding yourself when your foot broke through the ice. Being hopelessly outnumbered aside, you might have been hurt by friendly fire.’ Beleg shook his head in exasperation. ‘I applaud your bravery, Túrin, but I can’t say that what you did was wise.’
‘Those orcs might have been a diversion to distract us while others attacked from behind,’ Túrin countered. After a pause he added softly, ‘And I did not want them to think that I was afraid.’
‘My advice to you, son of Húrin, is to care not for what your foes think of you, and that there is no shame in fighting from a place of strength.’
Túrin changed tack. ‘It’s only a cut, anyway.’
‘It is only a cut now, but it might become infected if not tended properly. Without the bandage it would also bleed heavily, sapping your strength and leaving a clear trail for your enemies.’ The Elf smiled wryly. ‘I have learnt that orc noses are sharp, and they can follow a scent almost as well as a hound.’
‘Oh.’ The young man flushed slightly. ‘I’m sorry, Beleg. I didn’t think of that.’
‘You are forgiven, my friend.’ The bandage securely tied, Beleg pulled Túrin to his feet. ‘Now,’ he said brightly, ‘shall we return in triumph to the lodge, or shall we find some more orcs to ambush?’
Túrin, who was gathering up his gear, rolled his eyes. ‘I may be reckless, Beleg, but I’m not stupid.’
‘I should say,’ drawled Beleg, ‘that your pain is entirely of your own making.’ The cut on the young man’s leg was quite deep, but he had cleaned it as best he could with melted snow, and was now in the process of bandaging Túrin’s shin.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ said Túrin with an air of injured pride.
‘It was a fairly foolproof plan, wasn’t it? We hide in the woods, we wait until the orcs reach the frozen stream, and when they slow down to cross the ice we shout as many as we can. That plan did not involve you breaking cover when they were halfway across, killing their leader and two others, and then wounding yourself when your foot broke through the ice. Being hopelessly outnumbered aside, you might have been hurt by friendly fire.’ Beleg shook his head in exasperation. ‘I applaud your bravery, Túrin, but I can’t say that what you did was wise.’
‘Those orcs might have been a diversion to distract us while others attacked from behind,’ Túrin countered. After a pause he added softly, ‘And I did not want them to think that I was afraid.’
‘My advice to you, son of Húrin, is to care not for what your foes think of you, and that there is no shame in fighting from a place of strength.’
Túrin changed tack. ‘It’s only a cut, anyway.’
‘It is only a cut now, but it might become infected if not tended properly. Without the bandage it would also bleed heavily, sapping your strength and leaving a clear trail for your enemies.’ The Elf smiled wryly. ‘I have learnt that orc noses are sharp, and they can follow a scent almost as well as a hound.’
‘Oh.’ The young man flushed slightly. ‘I’m sorry, Beleg. I didn’t think of that.’
‘You are forgiven, my friend.’ The bandage securely tied, Beleg pulled Túrin to his feet. ‘Now,’ he said brightly, ‘shall we return in triumph to the lodge, or shall we find some more orcs to ambush?’
Túrin, who was gathering up his gear, rolled his eyes. ‘I may be reckless, Beleg, but I’m not stupid.’