EP: Elrond, age 8
Sep. 11th, 2021 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starrydomeThe door opens and closes, as a young child slips through.
He is thin and pale, but his hair is clean and tightly braided and his clothes are carefully mended.
Every year the winter seems harsher than the year before, the Keep colder, the food more scarce.
When they are set to work, the tasks are bigger and more demanding, and - as his bruises attest - when they spar against the adults, they hold back far less.
It has been months since he last found himself here and as always he quickly looks around to see if anyone he knows is here as he makes his way to the Bar,slipping in and out of the dimly lit spots.
Hot tea. Bread. That's all he asks for, but the plate that shows up has slices of cheese and sausage, carrots, and a crisp apple.
He sits, looking at it - and then he blinks a couple of times before he slowly begins to eat.
He is thin and pale, but his hair is clean and tightly braided and his clothes are carefully mended.
Every year the winter seems harsher than the year before, the Keep colder, the food more scarce.
When they are set to work, the tasks are bigger and more demanding, and - as his bruises attest - when they spar against the adults, they hold back far less.
It has been months since he last found himself here and as always he quickly looks around to see if anyone he knows is here as he makes his way to the Bar,slipping in and out of the dimly lit spots.
Hot tea. Bread. That's all he asks for, but the plate that shows up has slices of cheese and sausage, carrots, and a crisp apple.
He sits, looking at it - and then he blinks a couple of times before he slowly begins to eat.
