Fell Winter
May. 26th, 2005 11:45 pmDecember
At first the snows were welcome, a playworld for Bilbo and the other newly-minted tweens. Never had even the gaffers known such deep and glorious drifts. There wasn't a smial in all Hobbiton that month which wasn't thick with the fug of drying mittens and scorched wool; and the lads and lasses scarcely did more than turn up for their suppers before running out again into the changeling world. They built the most marvelous snow forts and refought the Battle of the Green Fields, beheading snowgoblins and squabbling happily over who got to be the Bullroarer for the next round.
January
The sickness started soon after Yule, as if it had been waiting for the visits and gatherings to touch as many folk as possible before showing its colors. Within a week half the village was coughing, and Bilbo was kept busy running baskets of herbs and honey around for his mother and helping his father move the woodpile into an inside storage room to save digging through the snow. He knew that his parents were worried. They'd worried before -- but this time was different somehow, and he sang silly nonsense songs as he worked to keep from thinking about why.
At first the snows were welcome, a playworld for Bilbo and the other newly-minted tweens. Never had even the gaffers known such deep and glorious drifts. There wasn't a smial in all Hobbiton that month which wasn't thick with the fug of drying mittens and scorched wool; and the lads and lasses scarcely did more than turn up for their suppers before running out again into the changeling world. They built the most marvelous snow forts and refought the Battle of the Green Fields, beheading snowgoblins and squabbling happily over who got to be the Bullroarer for the next round.
January
The sickness started soon after Yule, as if it had been waiting for the visits and gatherings to touch as many folk as possible before showing its colors. Within a week half the village was coughing, and Bilbo was kept busy running baskets of herbs and honey around for his mother and helping his father move the woodpile into an inside storage room to save digging through the snow. He knew that his parents were worried. They'd worried before -- but this time was different somehow, and he sang silly nonsense songs as he worked to keep from thinking about why.
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Date: 2005-05-27 04:11 am (UTC)very nice~ i'm glad to see you drabbling again. =)
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Date: 2005-05-29 09:01 pm (UTC)I'd encountered the essay she references before, and I have to admit it's influenced the way I see the Fell Winter on the whole. A sudden drop in population in the Shire when Bilbo was twenty one would explain, among other things, why a comfortably well-off hobbit, whose father had built the most magnificent smial for miles around, does his own washing up when he is fifty.
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Date: 2005-05-29 01:53 am (UTC)*wink*
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Date: 2005-05-29 01:57 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-06-01 11:51 pm (UTC)I remember a couple of storms in Denver and Omaha when I was a kid that were sheer joy once we got outside to play...