Title: Rosie Cotton as was
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Character: Rosie Cotton
Word Count: 243
Prompt: Practical women, dust
Summary: Old kings are all very well
“Tch!” A vowelless click of distaste. “What’s all that clutter doing here?”
“Dad said...” Tolman’s voice wavered into silence. He looked entreatingly to his older sister; their father had been well and truly out-argued in the matter of the plans for the new settlement, out here east of Bree, and he had no wish to stir up his formidable mother’s anger again.
“He said that it’s from the old kings. It’s all their glory, he said, all their lost, cold splendour…” Primrose’s clear young voice unconsciously fell into her father’s soft, haunted cadences.
“Stuff and nonsense!” said their mother. “That’s your dad all over, Prim - I think he likes to be gloomy. All this place needs is a good clean-out.” She peered inside, appraisingly. “And a fire-place put in. And a window or two. Be nice for a young family. Hop to it, Robin – you too, young Tom. Get all that clattery old rubbish out of here and make some room for me to get rid of the dust.”
When their mother had decided… well… Brothers and sister turned to begin the inevitable long, cheerful day’s work.
“Keep it up like this, mum, and they’ll be making you mayor of New Delving,” Robin said some time later, hauling at what seemed to be the broken remains of an old chariot. “Soon as there’s enough of us settled here to be worth a mayor.”
“Mayor of Cotton Delving,” she replied. “Wouldn’t mind.”