Discussing: February 2004 Birthdays
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Elros Tar-Minyatur is dying - Númenor mourns. Our first King, surely to be our greatest King, who wrought all around us. Unheralded, for no message was sent, sails from Lindon are sighted. Rumour abounds. A mighty Elven lord, say some. The herald of Gil-Galad, say others. No. A grieving brother, facing the final, bitter parting from his long-sundered twin. A brother, surely questioning the choices made so long ago. Words are unspoken; sorrow replaced by love and acceptance. The eyes of one grow dim, closing under the tender caress of the other. The King is dead. Long live the King.
(It's not perfect - it needs tweaking. I'll work on it.)
Jay
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Mentor
Their faith and courage burned brightly in Arda’s darkest hour. Therefore the Valar gave them rich reward: wisdom, power, life enduring beyond mere mortals’ measure. 'Twas my task to mentor them.
Theirs was the Land of Gift - a haven safe from the evils of the Dark One - where they grew wise and fair. They had learned their lessons well - or so I thought. But memories, like their lives, proved too short.
Now they harken to a new mentor - one who broke faith with me. And in my heart I know that once again they will learn their lessons well.
~Nessime
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Shield and Standard
Fear should have died before the Black Gate. And yet the field seems set again for the clash. And as before, there was little time to prepare, nor room to maneuver now. Things shall unfold as they will.
Shield and Standard, steel faces the star of kings: the one has delivered victory, the other, hope; the one sees him as in a mirror, the other knows the depths of him. Ah, they speak!
"I am glad you are come," both say at once, then laugh. And happily embrace.
And Aragorn breathes again, relieved. Hope has once more won the day.
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Fear! Fire! Foes!
Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes!
The call resounded across the Buckland, waking those who would hear. Danger -- it did not matter what sort -- had come.
Fatty collapsed against the door-bolster, heaving for breath. The mile-long sprint had been too much for him, the hobbit family thought. If they only knew.
If they knew what Fatty had seen, they would have froze where they stood. No bell would have rung.
Black horses. That cursed wind that stole his breath. Pillow-feathers flying, doors broken in, and the blood-curdling scream.
They little guessed the danger. Yet that brave, stuttering hobbit saved the Shire. Until tomorrow.
Marta
[Edit: Have just re-read Nessime's post, and I see that this doesn't quite fit -- it's not about a hobbit resisting a ruffian, though it is about the Shire resistance. Sorry, Nessime!]
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Have just re-read Nessime's post, and I see that this doesn't quite fit -- it's not about a hobbit resisting a ruffian, though it is about the Shire resistance.
Aww...Thanks, Marta. I think the Black Riders can count as "ruffians". But if you'd like to write another that adheres more closely to the definition, I won't complain.
~Nessime
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You're evil, Nessime. You know this is a topic I can't resist... *grumbles inaudibly about bloody nuzguls* you will have your second drabble, but probably tomorrow rather than today.
Marta
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Raven and Gold
"May I introduce Eowyn, Lady of Rohan?"
Faramir's eyes twinkle with pride as we stand before the Queen. So this is the one who stole the new king's heart so many years ago? 'Tis hardly surprising. She is surpassing fair, Elven grace and Numenorean passion embodied.
Yet what does she see in me? Shield-maiden spurned? Nazgul-slayer? Oath-breaker? Last daughter of a cursed house, fit only for dogs and squalling children?
Faramir's hands shelter mine. What else might she see? Beloved of the Steward? Daughter of kings? Lady far from home facing a new world, for love?
"'Tis an honour, your majesty."
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Lanthiriel, that's about the highest praise you can give an author. Well, comparing my work favourably to Tolkien might boost my esteem a little more, but not much. Glad to know that you were blessed by my piece.
Though I must say, I liked Dwim's as well. Can't wait until my month (a good five months away!) comes along.
Marta
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Arnor Ascendant
The crowning is done. A sunset king for the sunset towers, the last of his line: Valandil, son of Isildur, King of Arnor, and High King of the Dúnedain. Annúminas is thronged with folk come to celebrate the day, and the streets are loud with joy.
And the king himself? "He looks well," says one man, the belt of his knighthood stark against dark livery.
"Very like his father," says another, alike attired, and raises his glass. "The king is dead."
"Long live the king." Ohtar and Estelmo, smiling, drain their cups, content that their service was not in vain.
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It puts the quote "...obtained permission from the high king at Fornost..." into a whole new meaning.
Sorry this is belated.
No worries! My birthday was on Feb. 2nd, so it was already belated when I requested a drabble.
I wanted to do a drabble for you, but was not getting bitten -- until it occured to me that Arnor was more than just kings.
I realized, only after I posted it, how pesky this nuzgul is since we know very little about Arnor.
~Loqi
off to watch the Oscar
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I have a quirky sense of humour in the hours when normal people are awake. You're just lucky that drabble was as sane as it was! I realized, only after I posted it, how pesky this nuzgul is since we know very little about Arnor.
You gave us, what, over 1500 years to work with? There's enough that happened in that time to come up with 100 words. It was just a matter of thinking outside the box. The thing about Arnor is the interesting stuff isn't laid out neat in one section like other nations. (Hats off to HASA Resouces -- only when I signed on and looked there did I realise the quote I was trying to remember was in the Prologue, not the Appendices.)
Glad you liked it!
Cheers,
Marta
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All right, I was looking at the dates in App. A, and I assumed the date given was the year they were either born or assumed the throne. If I would have thought about that I would have realised that Elendil died in 3441 3441, but Ididn't think.
But, wait... under "Heirs of Isildur" Elendil dies in 3441 SA, but according to the "Heirs of Anarion" he died in 3440 SA. Interesting.
Anyway, I'll make the change. And I'm glad you enjoyed the Tolk-warp. (Coincidentally, I meant it as a parody of both those who take canon too seriously and those who don't take it seriously enough. I personally generally fall in the middle.)
Cheers,
Marta
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but I hope it's better late than never to say Happy Birthday. Also I'm rather hoping it slips in O.K. under "subsequent relationship".Dandelion clocks
That Ithilien summer’s day had seemed endless, when, amidst a field of gold, Eowyn had shared with them her folklore. Laughing they had torn apart the sunny faces, petal by petal, to prove their husbands’ love, then chased their children through the puff-ball clouds stirred up by telling the hours.
Later, as evening fell, her needle had recalled the bright yellow circles transforming into gossamer globes; how each starry, grey-threaded seed reached beyond the rim waiting for the wind to carry it away.
This Arwen remembered dimly as through a veil she watched the hollow stem returning to the soil.
~ Alawa
(World's slowest drabbler)
