Tales of Life: 3. Rain: Anywhere But Here

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3. Rain: Anywhere But Here

Prompt Two: 'Rain'
Ficlet: Anywhere But Here
Rating: G
Third Age, borders of the Shire
Originally written March 2006

He hated the rain.

He really, really hated the rain.

There was an old saying that he heard the Halflings say often during this time of the year: April showers bring May flowers.

Well, those Halflings weren't stuck crouching in the undergrowth in the middle of the night, with the skies releasing their fury upon you by trying to make you as miserable as possible. He would like to see them try and stick out the night. He bet that they wouldn't last five minutes in this terrible weather. His frown deepened as he thought about them being all warm and cozy in their little holes right now. What he wouldn't do to be back with his beloved… As he thought of her, a small smile came to his lips and he forgot about the terrible weather for a moment.

"Miserable weather, isn't it?"

He jumped and looked to his right, to where another man had just appeared. "Aye, sir," he said in agreement. "Miserable."

His Chieftain nodded, and then gave the younger man a look. "Gilorn," he started, "I have been sitting here for a few minutes and you did not even blink an eye in my direction. You know that inattentiveness could be your downfall."

Gilorn was happy that it was dark, for he did not want his Chieftain to see him blush. "Of course, sir," he said. "I was just thinking."

"About how you'd rather be anywhere but here?"

The younger man hesitated, and then gave a small nod. To his amazement, the Chieftain broke out in a grin.

"Aye, as would I, and all of us," he said with a small nod, drawing his hood closer. "Take some rest; I shall do the rest of the watch."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Quite," he responded with a smile. "There should be a spot near Halbarad where it is a bit drier. Get some rest, and dream of warmer places."

Gilorn nodded, stood up, and left his Chieftain crouching in the bushes. Aragorn stared after the young man, looked up at the sky, and tried to make himself comfortable. As it started to rain harder, only one thought was on his mind.

He hated the rain.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Ainu Laire

Status: General

Completion: Ongoing Serial

Era: Multi-Age

Genre: General

Rating: General

Last Updated: 09/21/08

Original Post: 09/20/08

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