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Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ivarstead was quiet when Rozenn arrived, not deserted, but peaceful. Rozenn stopped for a few moments to chat with Gwilin (surreptitiously finding out if the miller had any paramours as she did so - Rozenn did not want a repeat of Anga's Mill) and gathered some High Hrothgar gossip from Klimmek.

The mill was bathed in sunlight when Rozenn approached the red-haired miller.

"Temba, my friend, it's good to see you again," Rozenn called.

"Damn bears been ruining my trees again!" Temba replied irritably.

"Yes, well, that's a pity, but I'm here to talk to you about-"

"Will you go kill them? I see from your attire the pelts won't exactly go to waste, and I need them to stop marking my timber," Temba interrupted.

"Fine, but I have to have a word with you first, before I go after the-"

"There's one now! Quick! Kill it! Kill it!"

*-*-*

Ulfric, Galmar and Jorlief all looked up in surprise as the door to the Throne Room slammed open, and shut, admitting a spitting-mad Breton Dragonborn.

Galmar began sidling in the direction of the War Room. Ulfric pointed at his Housecarl. "It's his fault," he said, with an innocent look.

Rozenn shook her head, and glowered at her Jarl. "That's beneath you, Ulfric. Anyway, it's not Galmar I'm annoyed with."

"Is it Ulfric? Because he could use being taken down a peg or two," Galmar grinned.

"Shut up or I'll marry you off to Temba Wide-Arm," Rozenn growled.

"The girl from Ivarstead?" Ulfric asked in surprise. "What did she do to you?"

"Don't ask that question, just wonder why I would only allow my worst enemy to wed her," Rozenn replied. "Galmar, take me to bed, please. I need to remember that I found someone for myself, since clearly I'll never find anyone for Ulfric."

Galmar wrapped an arm about her shoulder and they walked out of the Throne Room, while Ulfric sputtered at Rozenn's daring to assume he needed help finding a suitable bride.

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Happy OP

[(Anonymous)]

lol I love Ulfric's innocent "it's his fault"! That alone just made my day! I'm really loving this fill and can't wait for more!

Re: Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm loving the story - so funny, but wouldn't the people at the mills be lumberjacks or loggers? Millers mill grain, so I keep getting confused when I read it, I thought maybe I'd missed something.

Re: Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound like criticism at all, just something confusing I noticed. Especially if English isn't your first language.

Re: Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Rozenn!Anon here, sorry I wasn't online the last day or two. Coming from Ireland as I do, English is, actually my first language. I just made a silly mistake with the mill people =/= miller thing. I tend to write these things on the fly.

"We need to talk about Rozenn" 1/1 (aka Rozenn!Anon's facepalm fic)

[(Anonymous)]

Ralof sat down beside Galmar.

"I like the Dragonborn, General, I truly do, but she needs to be informed of something," said the soldier.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Galmar asked.

"That my sister is a logger not a miller," Ralof said with a grimace. "I mean - I don't mind, but Gerdur gets so annoyed when Rozenn calls her a miller... And she's got a temper on her, does our Gerdur."

"But Rozenn is Dragonborn," Galmar began to protest.

"Gerdur will speak her mind, no matter what," Ralof said, rolling his eyes. "Got us both into all kinds of scrapes when we were kids."

"I'll let her know to watch her tongue," Galmar rumbled into his ale.

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"But they live on a mill," Rozenn said, baffled. "They must be millers."

"No, it's a lumber mill. Thus lumberjacks or loggers," Galmar responded with exaggerated patience.

"But ... Riverwood Mill, Anga's Mill, Half-Moon Mill! It makes no sense not to call them millers!" Rozenn protested.

Galmar sighed and pressed his palm to his eyes. "Call it a Nord custom, then."

"Alright, love. I'll try to remember. For you."

Galmar grunted.