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January 3 - Imhiriel: My birthday is on January 3rd. Tuor and Idril are two of my favourites, therefore I'd like to see a scene involving this, IMO, sadly under-written couple. For this birthday drabble I'd prefer a happy moment between the two, but a dark/sad/angsty scene will be welcomed as well.

January 7 - Jay of Lasgalen: I like the twins, Legolas, Thranduil, or any combination thereof. I prefer friendship to slash. I'll be 45 !!! so a mention of that number would be great.

January 9 - Isil Elensar: I'm turning 30 in 2005. WOOHOO! I would love a drabble involving 30 year old elveses, menses (uhhh... yeah), and hobbitses. Pick either, I don't have a preference. Make it happy, or a warm fuzzy.

January 12 - Malinear: I'll be turning 24 on January 12th. I'm pretty easy to please as I'm a big fan of anything F/E-shipping. Elves are good too, especially if it involves the elves of the Grey Havens or the twins. Oooh...or something out of Dol Amroth...eek...can't decide. Surprise me

January 13 - Altariel: My birthday is January 13th. I would love drabbles about the palantíri: any time, any place, any one of them (or all). Otherwise, you won't go wrong with some F/E 'shipper joy.

January 26 - Makamu: I would love to read a fic about uhm let me think...Eowyn and Arwen. Gen would be prefered in this case though femslash is okay as well.

 

Happy Belated Birthday, Imhiriel! Here's a bit of Tuor and Idril for you: Into the West A white gull calls in the night. Two figures rise as one, hand reaching for hand with the assurance of long years together. Mere shadows in the starlight, they slip down silent streets, unobserved. At the shore they halt, twin statues caught in a timeless moment. Behind lay hand-crafted home, loyal followers, beloved son; ahead stretches the endless expanse of the wine-dark sea. As they stand, a pale moon rises. The sea turns to silver glass. Together, they take the final step. The grey ship moves lightly across the glittering waters. Neither looks back. The Sea is calling us home. Inspired, of course, by the song "Into the West." And the wine-dark sea is courtesy of whoever translated my copy of the Odyssey (can't remember his name ... oh, well). Hope your birth-month is going well! ~Wolfwind

 

It's a bit (okay, quite a bit) late, and I could only get one of the requested characters in as a cameo. But I hope you enjoy it anyways, Imhiriel. Happy birthday! Of Tuor and his coming to Vinyamar Lichen paints the walls and moss dyes the carven channels of water green. The presence chamber is bare, but not empty; his arms and shield hang above the dais and the air trembles with fate's nearness. In the great chair, shadowed by swan's wing, Tuor dreams of water falling into a fountain in a white court. A woman dances beside it, raven hair swinging, her bare feet alighting only briefly on the stone. When he wakes, he remembers little of his dreams, but the whisper of feathers tells him he will bring more than a message to the Hidden City.

 

Woo, I'm getting back into b-day drabbles late! I just wanted to say to Wolfwind: Into the West is such a lovely drabble! Neither looks back. The Sea is calling us home. How beautiful those last lines are! I love getting to enjoy other people's birthday presents! Allie

 

Makamu wanted Eowyn and Arwen. This turned into a pair of drabbles, one from each perspective. Happy Birthday! No rival Even as I offer the greeting cup, it is easy to see why she captivated him, and that my challenge was a poor, weak thing. She is beautiful, wise beyond my years, graceful in speech and action. As for me, I sought only a marriage that would bring me status and honour, carrying me far from the dreary days of the decline of the Mark; a chance to do great deeds and win renown, and to be loved by a man who was worthy of my love. I smile warmly at her. I have no reason to envy my new friend. *** When my brothers spoke of her, carefully, I was not troubled: he had been true to me through many years while countless fine ladies set their caps at him. Yet, as she steps towards me, bearing the greeting cup, I see I might have had reason to be afraid. She is like a newly opened flower: fair and filled with joy, yet with the hidden strength that sends pale green shoots forcing their way out of dark earth towards the sun. She smiles and I see only welcome in her eyes. I have no reason to fear my new friend. *** Note: the meeting takes place at Edoras: 3019 May 1 Elrond and Arwen set out from Rivendell. 8 Éomer and Éowyn depart for Rohan with the sons of Elrond. 20 Elrond and Arwen come to Lórien. 27 The escort of Arwen leaves Lórien. June 14. The sons of Elrond meet the escort and bring Arwen to Edoras. The Return of the King, LoTR Appendix B, The Tale of Years: The Third Age Cheers, Liz

 

I was going to write an Eowyn-meets-Arwen drabble - then I checked and saw that it had been done (and very well!) by both Aervir and Liz. So here is a drabble from a later time... The White Mountains White light beat in Arwen's eyes. Blinking, she saw through tears a moving blur - ivory against ice - as Eowyn's horse descended the slope ahead. Old fears always rode with her on these trails. Spots flung in her vision by the dazzling snow too easily became dark smears on it; but Eowyn turned her wind-burnt face encircled in white fur and smiled. Arwen could feel her warmth, that mortal fire she'd sensed first in Aragorn. It is no marvel she was drawn to him; in so many ways they are akin. In this too - I love them both.

 

Gwynnyd, Sorry it took me so long to respond to my birthday story, I got side-tracked at work this week and just now got back to the thread. I LOVE this story! It's such a true representation of how well Faramir really understands Eowyn. Thank you so much for your beautiful tale. -Kit

 

Thank you so much for your beautiful tale. You're welcome. It was a 'hard to come up with a scenario but easy to write once I found it" drabble. I'm very glad you enjoyed it! Gwynnyd

 

Happy belated birthday, Maka! Telling the Hours The weaver's hands tell time: they've spun hope's measure– thirty-eight years in black and silver, and patience's thread– nine months each time. But a new hour plays upon the loom now. Her hands– white and smooth– have not changed, and Arwen, worried, watches Éowyn's gnarled fingers ply their needle. "You needn't fear," Éowyn says, smiling. "You're ill, Éowyn." Hands go still, but the smile broadens, saddens. "For a little while." "Éowyn..." "Not I, but Faramir, deserves your worry." Thin hands clasp Arwen's, squeezing. "Mark me, Evenstar, 'tis a gift, for there's no worse in life than to be left behind."

 

Hello all you drabble writers! I just wanted to take a moment to let each and every one of you know how much the wonderful works of art that you have been posting have helped to keep my flagging spirits soaring! I apologize for not replying to each of you individually...there have been soooooooo many great drabbles and I just haven't had the time to keep up. And it appears that February is in line to be just as exciting! Thank you for sharing your talent and vision with us all. Cheers Vistula (the overwhelmed!)

 

"Telling the Hours The weaver's hands tell time: they've spun hope's measure– thirty-eight years in black and silver, and patience's thread– nine months each time. But a new hour plays upon the loom now. Her hands– white and smooth– have not changed, and Arwen, worried, watches Éowyn's gnarled fingers ply their needle. "You needn't fear," Éowyn says, smiling. "You're ill, Éowyn." Hands go still, but the smile broadens, saddens. "For a little while." "Éowyn..." "Not I, but Faramir, deserves your worry." Thin hands clasp Arwen's, squeezing. "Mark me, Evenstar, 'tis a gift, for there's no worse in life than to be left behind."" Lovely, Dwim! Faramir's being left behind for many years was a price they probably knew would be paid; but it's certainly something they both would think about as the time for that payment drew near. And I loved that last line! I wish there were a place we could read all the birthday drabbles, without the interspersed comments, just the posts with the drabbles, maybe organized by topic/characters. There are many that I have only vague memories of, that I loved at the time, but can't remember who wrote them, and would love to see again. RAKSHA THE DEMON

 

Faramir's being left behind for many years was a price they probably knew would be paid; but it's certainly something they both would think about as the time for that payment drew near. And I loved that last line! Thanks, Raksha! I think you're right, they'd have expected Éowyn to go first, but that of course only makes it worse when it happens, in a way. I wish there were a place we could read all the birthday drabbles, without the interspersed comments, just the posts with the drabbles, maybe organized by topic/characters. Well, you can do that for a majority of drabbles: that's what the birthday card stories under HA Writers are for. They're organized by month and then by request. It's a matter of moving the drabbles over there.

 

I wish there were a place we could read all the birthday drabbles, without the interspersed comments, just the posts with the drabbles, maybe organized by topic/characters. There are many that I have only vague memories of, that I loved at the time, but can't remember who wrote them, and would love to see again. Raksha-- The 2004 drabbles are in the closed challenges. (This took me a while to figure out because I didn't realize they were considered a challenge. )
HASA Birthday Card Challenge 2004
Branwyn

 

The 2004 drabbles are in the closed challenges. (This took me a while to figure out because I didn't realize they were considered a challenge. ) Thanks to Dwim and Branwyn for pointing Raksha in the right direction! Ahh, it was decided to consider them a challenge because we don't want them to stay members' side only! We want the public to see these wonderful little works of art! There is a new challenge for 2005, and a new corresponding story. Happy reading (and writing!), Allie

 

Very belated drabble for Altariel:

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"What can you see?"

"Primarily, the site of another of the stones," his father says.

"Where are the other stones?"

"Most are lost," his father explains. "But our enemy holds the stone that was formerly of Minas Ithil."

He does not see the excitement in this at all. Watching the dark, smoky tower across the plain sounds far less agreeable than watching comets through his new scrying-glass.

"So," he ventures, "what use is it?"

His father finishes the lesson then and says, "You will understand when you are older" – the reply grown-ups give in answer to many of Denethor's questions.

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Happy non-birthday!

Gemma

 

Happy non-birthday! Thank you! As I said in another place, if only he could have kept on watching comets. Or, better, moved on to looking at Earendil.

 

I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer! I've been away from the list for quite some time, so I only now saw this beautiful birthday drabble awaiting me.

Thank you very much! It's very evocative; I feel like I'm with Tuor in some damp, chilly cave.

I do have one question - I didn't recognize this woman:

<i>A woman dances beside it, raven hair swinging, her bare feet alighting only briefly on the stone.</i>

It can't be Idril - is it Aredhel perhaps?

Imhiriel

 

Please forgive my tardy response to this stunning gift - I only found it after a long absence from the site.

This is a beautiful moment you chose for the drabble! And one I have rarely (if at all) found explored before.

I think this is my favourite sentence:

Behind lay hand-crafted home, loyal followers, beloved son; ahead stretches the endless expanse of the wine-dark sea.

I haven't red the Odyssey myself, but I knew of this description by Homer, and have loved it ever since.

Thanks again sooo much!

Imhiriel

 

Thanks, Imhiriel! Tolkien's description of the abandoned city of Vinyamar is one of the most beautiful passages he wrote, IMO, and I'm glad this drabble brought some of that atmosphere to you.

It can't be Idril  Eeep! The woman dancing is, in fact, supposed to be Idril -- I assumed she had dark hair, and didn't check in my copy of the Sil. So for "raven" please substitute "golden."

Thanks for catching that mistake. I'll be sure to correct the version posted here and at SoA.

 

Eeep! The woman dancing is, in fact, supposed to be Idril -- I assumed she had dark hair, and didn't check in my copy of the Sil. So for "raven" please substitute "golden."

No problem - I'm rather pedantic about these little details, I know. I'm one of those people whose head is stuffed full with the most marginal trivia, but is terribly forgetful for the things that count in RL *sigh*...

Thanks for catching that mistake. I'll be sure to correct the version posted here and at SoA.

You're welcome. And thanks again for the drabble.

Imhiriel

 

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