The Threat of Spring by oshun

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Spring and Summer; Love and Laughter

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Summary:

My entry for day 14 of the SWG Back to Middle-earth Month challenge. The prompt is: What is your favourite season? . . . . how your character would appreciate (or not) the same things.

A ficlet wherein a grumpy Fingon faces spring, once his favorite season. (Fingon/Maedhros)

 

Major Characters: Fingon, Maedhros

Major Relationships:

Genre: Romance

Challenges: B2MeM 2009

Rating: General

Warnings:

This fanwork belongs to the series

Maitimo and Findekáno
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 384
Posted on 15 March 2009 Updated on 15 March 2009

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The Threat of Spring

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The second day of bright sunshine finally compelled Maedhros to roust Fingon out of the Himring fortress and onto a horse. It had not been easy. Fingon seemed more than content to loll about their rooms, despite having been cooped up all winter.

Although steadily working their way down the mountain, they had not ridden far when a sudden rain drove them to abandon their horses and seek shelter under a rocky overhang. They huddled together for warmth. Fingon was not talking. Maedhros’s mare gave him a baleful, disgusted glance from a short distance away. He turned and received a nearly identical one from Fingon, which caused him to laugh.

“It’s not that bad. It'll stop soon.”

“You think?” asked Fingon, lowering his brows, eyes burning into Maedhros like blue flames. “I’ve decided I don’t care for weather. Don’t like seasons either.”

“I remember when you claimed to enjoy the change of seasons. You said you liked Formenos because of the variety. So far away from the direct light of the Trees. You used to say that you especially liked the springtime.”

“Well, I lied. I liked Formenos because you were there. Anyway, Formenos did not have a real winter. Not like this.” He gestured sweepingly at the surrounding snow. “And the spring wasn’t much to speak of either. A few more flowers.”

The rain suddenly stopped and the sun broke forth with a vengeance from behind a cloud. Maedhros all but leapt to his feet and stepped out of their shelter.

“Get up, Káno. Come out into the sunlight. It’s much warmer.”

“Findekáno! Come out into the light,” Fingon intoned in a deep, ponderous voice. “Sounds like some stupid philosophical exhortation.”

“No. Not at all. Even though the air is colder up so high, we are closer to the sun and, therefore, it will quickly dry your hair and jacket.”

Fingon struggled to his feet and frowned up at the brightening sky. “Does this mean it's spring now?”

”I think not. We will probably have snow again at least a couple of times before spring. Ah! I'm slow. You’re grumpy because you’re leaving in the spring.” He pulled Fingon into a close embrace, brushing his hair aside and kissing the soft skin beneath his ear. “But I’m coming with you, love.”

”This time!” Fingon complained.

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Ha!  Even when he's grumpy, Káno is endearing. Good descriptions, too.  You capture that to-the-bone damp chill of early spring well.

 “Findekáno! Come out into the light,” Fingon intoned in a deep, ponderous voice. “Sounds like some stupid philosophical exhortation.”

This was a hoot!  Very Káno.

And congrats on writing a seasonal vignette!

Thank you so much. I loved doing cranky Fingon. He is always the cheerful one. It was a stretch doing a season story! I hate winter and I hate spring and I don't like humdity. And fall is OK. But I wrote a whole big long fic swap story that had to be all about fall once. So I did not feel like writing fall again! That's me and prompts! New York is great in the fall. I think there is a song about that.

I so have to fight not to say: ooowww he's so cute. I just bet I get an equal disgusted look from Fingon. Thank goodness Maedhros can make Spring a tad better, I have to say that he's also so sweet here, I just love this line: Maedhros’s mare gave him a baleful, disgusted glance from a short distance away. He turned and received a nearly identical one from Fingon, which caused him to laugh.

Hehehe, I can so imagine that! What a wonderful ficlet!

 

 

Thanks! So happoy you enjoyed him. Fingon is far too happy and reasonable in most of my stories, his main flaw being recklessness and impulsiveness. I really enjoyed getting to show the grouchy side of his personality. (Looking outside at a cold, whitish sky at the moment! I've had it with winter myself and spring isn't looking so terrific either--NYC goes from cold, rainy spring to hot, humid summer with no transition whatsoever!)

I feel for Fingon. We had this lovely stretch of three days that were 60-70F. Then we got more snow. WTF.

As always, you write these two so naturally, so intimately ... I can tell that you've lived with them for some time now. (Or they've lived with you? However cohabitation with muses works!) I love the subtle humor as well (I laughed out loud at "Come out into the light!" Somehow, I can imagine that tiresome phrase existing in M-e as well.)