The Middle-earth Thanksgiving Meme

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The Middle-earth Thanksgiving Meme



Prompts

1. Cooking! Mmm Lembas... Is it supposed to be smoking like that?
2. Long lost relatives! Long time no see! How were the halls this time of year?
3. THAT relative! Nobody wants them to be here. Is it you or someone else?
4. Too much wine! Go ahead and speak your mind or act ridiculous.
5. Clean up! If you didn't cook, you clean up, it's only fair.
6. Food Coma! Apparently a condition that can affect even Elves.

OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU LIKE! AU IT UP!
Doesn't have to be a Thanksgiving dinner with relatives - friends or enemies are cool too!

Comments

[beleg]

[Beleg had partaken freely of the feast they had and even had a sip or two of the wine skin that had been passed around but otherwise had no over-indulged too much. Someone has to remain clear-headed after all, if only to help clean up if nothing else.

He smiled at Turin leaning up against his shoulder. It wasn't a easy life they had, constantly on guard against the force of Morgoth in the marches of Doriath and Turin does the work of three grown man so he was glad to see his friend relaxed for once.]

Time for you to seek your bed I think.

[itskindofmydadsfault]

Will you come to bed, too?

[He wouldn't normally come this close to asking Beleg to stay with him when he falls asleep, but between food coma and a bit of alcohol and being sleepy his fences are down somewhat, and while he hasn't grown much more cheerful he's grown more open about his wishes where they might imply weakness.]

[beleg]

[A slow blink was his first response to Turin's question. This was a first. In the time he'd known the boy...no...a young man now, by the Secondborn's standards, Beleg has never known Turin to ask for comfort so bluntly, though he's grown used to reading the more subtle signs.

As Captain, he should be aiding the clean up and checking the perimeter to see that all is well. But he was also loathe to deny Turin's request, which he might never hear any again if Beleg says no this time.]

If you wish.

[itskindofmydadsfault]

You don't have to, or may follow later. [The hesitation doesn't go unnoticed, and Túrin is quick to amend - he doesn't want to seem needy or unprofessional, even so, and Beleg probably does have more duties than him right now. ...Does he have duties? He can't remember, but what if he does and forgot them-] Or I can help. [Not that he would be of much help right now, but it seems prudent to offer.]

[beleg]

No, I wish to. There are no duties that are so urgent that they cannot wait. You are most definitely not on duty today! [Technically he isn't on duty himself but merely habit that would have him do another round of the camp's perimeter or to help out with other duties. It is not as if he doesn't trust his fellow marchwardens that are on duty to do their best to see to their safety or to the cleanup.] And you are more than ready for rest at this moment.

[itskindofmydadsfault]

[He pauses and then nods and stands, very slowly and carefully.

He really isn't used to drinking.] ...I suppose I am.

[beleg]

[After a moment of watching Turin wobble almost imperceptibly Beleg wrapped one arm around his fried's torso to steady him before slowly leading their way to the part of their camp where their bedrolls are set up for the night.]

You definitely are. You should sleep well tonight.

[itskindofmydadsfault]

[He leans into Beleg a bit more heavily than it would probably be strictly necessary, but he is tired and Beleg's side is a nice place to rest.

And he does stumble over a few roots that his tired, buzzed eyes can't pick out in time, so he needs to person to hold onto.]

[beleg]

[Beleg doesn't mind Turin leaning on him. It was in fact rather nice, especially since Turin very rarely allows this. He tightened his hold on his friend as the young Man stumbled over some roots and it was with a bit of regret they arrive where their sleeping rolls have been places in the clearing.]

[itskindofmydadsfault]

[Túrin almost collapses onto his sleeping roll, only at the last moment managing to make it look slightly more graceful, and then kneels there and pulls his own bedding over a bit so it will be closer to Beleg's. ....And also because that produces a sizable gap between his and the next person's, so if he feels ill later, he won't throw up on their things.

He actually thought about the second part of those logistics earlier that day, which is the only reason why he can come up with the thought now.]

[beleg]

[If Beleg is aware of Turin's thought process right now he'd be very very amused. Instead he busies himself in making sure there are no undue lumps in Turin's bedroll and that there is a waterskin nearby if Turin gets thirsty during the night.]

Sleep. I will be here.

[itskindofmydadsfault]

[Túrin manages to slide into his bedroll without too many trouble and then reaches out to let his hand find Beleg's before ...passing out and pretty much being dead to the world. He won't let go, though.]