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October 2005 Birthdays

Welcome to all.

If you have a October birthday, it's time to post your request.

Birthday folk, please visit the workshop, put your story in it, and enter the October challenge. Please?

Any questions, please ask.

RiverOtter
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October 19 - Branwyn: My October 19th birthday fast approaches, so this is a late request for either Faramir or Boromir or (failing that) a ficlet about them.

October 20 - Soubrettina: I will be 22 on the 20th, and as my age is a pair of 2s, I would like something- anything- using a 'pair' from Tolkien- Legolas and Gimili, Eowyn and Merry, Melkor and Ungoliant, any of the sets of twins, any one of the odd couples, dream teams or best friends that get bundled together in the course of events (preferably the odder the couple the better, of course, but that's not essential)

October 23 - Juno Magic: My 30th birthday is on October 23. (Where did the year go???)
I'd love to get a drabble about Elrond, who has been my favourite character for 25 years now. Anything goes - and if you want to make me SQUEEE with delight, you could use my OFC Nihil (from my Elrond/Nihil story "The Tides of Time and the Bones of the Earth"- but only if you know the story , no OOC Nihil, please!).
But I also like Gil-galad very much. Apart from that, I won't say "no" to a drabble about your all-time favourite character, either.
Juno will be on vacation but a drabble on her return would be a nice treat.

October 31 - Raksha The Demon: My birthday's coming up. I was born back in the First Age, and that's all you need to know about my age. My drabble preference is for Faramir - any situation except slash. I'd be especially interested in drabbles featuring Faramir as a warrior - Ranger, Captain, or as Prince-Steward (JRRT implied in HoME that he and Imrahil alternated accompanying Aragorn as war-commanders, one would stay home and hold the fort, the other would go with the armies), or Faramir working with Aragorn as his Steward - but I'd be delighted by whatever Faramir birthday treat you serve up in a drabble.

 

 

Re: October Birthday Celebrations

Hi all,

My 30th birthday is on October 23. (Where did the year go???)

I'd love to get a drabble about Elrond, who has been my favourite character for 25 years now. Anything goes - and if you want to make me SQUEEE with delight, you could use my OFC Nihil (from my Elrond/Nihil story "The Tides of Time and the Bones of the Earth"- but only if you know the story , no OOC Nihil, please!).

But I also like Gil-galad very much. Apart from that, I won't say "no" to a drabble about your all-time favourite character, either.

Thank you!

Yours
JunoMagic

P.S.: I'll be in Rome for my birthday and only return at the end of October, so if you write me a drabble and I don't reply at once, you know what's up: I will be enjoying Italy! 

 

 

Re: October Birthday Celebrations

October 31 - Raksha The Demon:  My birthday's coming up.  I was born back in the First Age, and that's all you need to know about my age.  My drabble preference is for Faramir - any situation except slash.  I'd be especially interested in drabbles featuring Faramir as a warrior - Ranger, Captain, or as Prince-Steward (JRRT implied in HoME that he and Imrahil alternated accompanying Aragorn as war-commanders, one would stay home and hold the fort, the other would go with the armies), or Faramir working with Aragorn as his Steward - but I'd be delighted by whatever Faramir birthday treat you serve up in a drabble.   

Thanx for your attention.

RAKSHA, fantasizing about gift-wrapped Faramir...but then here comes Eowyn with sword bared saying "Look, but don't touch!"

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

I will be 22 on the 20th, and as my age is a pair of 2s, I would like something- anything- using a 'pair' from Tolkien- Legolas and Gimili, Eowyn and Merry, Melkor and Ungoliant, any of the sets of twins, any one of the odd couples, dream teams or best friends that get bundled together in the course of events (preferably the odder the couple the better, of course, but that's not essential)



Soubrettina

 

 

For Juno

It's very early, but I don't care and you're not the boss of me! 
Also, in no way a drabble. So here are Elrond & Boromir, Boromir & Aragorn, Elrond & Aragorn, and Faramir & Elrond.     
A Good Home.


Happy birthday!

EL

 

 

Re: For Juno

{{{{{{{EL}}}}}}}

I know that I should not have run and read this at once... I know I should have waited until *after* my bithday (as would have been proper and all). But I just could not wait. Could not.

It's so wonderful! It's one of the best presents I ever got. The only thing better would be certain crates turning up on my doorstep! 

Thank you so much!

  Juno

 - I printed it out at once.

 

 

Re: For Juno



Lucky, lucky Juno! I'm squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeing at the interaction of Elrond, Boromir, Aragorn, Faramir and the lovely books from the Rivendell Library!



RAKSHA THE DEMON

 

 

Re: For Juno

Who cares from proper? If I'd thought you should be proper, I'd've posted it later!

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!


I had this image of Elrond, preparing to leave M-e saying, "I am NOT packing all this crap up, I don't care how old it is!"

And yep, now I'm sulking at Faramir because he got all the swell books. Not that I can read any form of Elvish, but that isn't the point.

Happy birthday!

EL

p.s. Also feel free to post in on your LJ, if you want.

 

 

Re: For Juno

Raksha -- Thanks, lady!

I swear yours is on the horizon. I just haven't decided how old Faramir will be in it! Should he be 3 or 30? 6 months or 16? Oh, the choices! /mean teasing

EL

 

 

For Soubrettina

I don't know if this quite fits the bill. I wanted the pair of Damrod and Mablung observing the pair Sam and Frodo, but Faramir couldn't be kept out of the picture...

Happy birthday!

Dwim

Suspicion

An odd figure they cut beneath Ithilien's trees: childlike they seemed by Faramir, yet such grave speech was not for man and child, nor such suspicion. Master Gamgee had a sharp eye for the Captain. And though the 'guests' might not recognize it, no less sharp were Faramir's looks.

"What think you of the twain?" Damrod asked quietly, as they walked ahead in escort.

"Strange captives of a stranger fate," Mablung murmured.

"Strangely courteous, too," Damrod added. Mablung snorted, glancing backwards again, ere he shook his head.

"Courtesy shall save no secrets," he replied softly. "Not while Faramir is Captain."




"They set out at once: Mablung and Damrod a little ahead, and Faramir with Frodo and Sam behind. ... While they walked, as swiftly as the hobbits could go, they talked in hushed voices."—"Window on the West", TTT.

"'The Halflings are a courteous folk, whatever else they be,' said Faramir."—"Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit", TTT

"'The Road my pass, but they shall not! Not while Faramir is Captain.'"—Mablung, "Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit", TTT

 

 

Re: For Juno

*squeal* EL, this is wonderful! I love it!

Allie

 

 

Re: For Juno

Thanks, Allie!

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

My October 19th birthday fast approaches, so this is a late request for either Faramir or Boromir or (failing that) a ficlet about them. 

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

this is a late request for either Faramir or Boromir or (failing that) a ficlet about them.

As soon as I read this I thought of an incident I alluded to in another of my stories (which I'm currently rewriting, so that's why it was on my mind). So I give you a double drabble featuring teenage Boromir and Faramir.

Object Lessons
The orderly looked up at the sound of a door opening. The sight of the steward's sons was hardly unfamiliar; he sighed and walked over.

Boromir released his hold on Faramir's shoulder and grasped the orderly's arm with the hand not bound to his side by strips of cloth. "What happened this time?" the orderly asked Faramir.

"Boulders," Faramir stated, "from the southern slopes of Mindolluin. You know how he enjoys showing off for his friends..."

The orderly settled Boromir into the chair by the hearth, careful not to jar the injured shoulder. Both he and Faramir heard the hiss as Boromir sucked in his breath. The orderly nodded to the quilt on the bed. "If you will see to your brother, my lord, I will find you a healer." He took a few steps toward the door before pausing. "You walked that far? From beyond the gates?"

Faramir ignored the peeved look his brother gave him. "How else will he learn the value of temperance?" The orderly smiled at that. So like Faramir, to turn even an injury into a lesson!

He had reached the hall before he realised Faramir must have sacrificed his under-tunic for his brother's sling.

 

 

Re: For Soubrettina, etc.

Dwim;  Suspicion is excellent - yay for Faramir of the Sharp Glance and all those hunky Ranger-guys.

Marta - loved the Faramir/Boromir Object Lesson

EL - any Faramir you feel like writing is fine with me. But you do write Little!Faramir wonderfully.........

RAKSHA

 

 

For Raksha

Guess who's been watching "Master and Commander"? Definitely not a drabble, but oh well!

Happy birthday, Raksha!

Just Like a Tree

“Faramir, what are you doing up there?”

Wide grey eyes stared down from the uppermost heights of the mainsail. “Watching the sea, Uncle!”

Imrahil couldn’t suppress a grin. Then he caught sight of his sister’s white face. “Perhaps it would be best if you came down,” he suggested. “The wind is starting to pick up.”

“But this is the best place to see the waves --” Faramir began to protest.

“Faramir.” Imrahil did not like to reprimand his nephews, but Finduilas looked distinctly worried. “Come down.”

Faramir heaved a great sigh, then began to scramble down the rigging with the agility of a squirrel. Imrahil was rather impressed with the boy’s dexterity, but Finduilas clutched at arm. “It is so high,” she said, alarmed. “And the ropes are soaking wet…”

“He will not fall, as long as we do not alarm or distract him,” Imrahil assured her, laying his hand over hers. “I did the same thing at his age.”

Finduilas went paler still. “And you fell, Imrahil. You broke your leg. I was the one who tended you when you were in pain in the middle of the night, remember?”

Imrahil had forgotten that part of the adventure. “It would be better if you did not watch,” he said quietly, knowing perfectly well that Finduilas could not not watch.

Oblivious to the worry he was causing, Faramir scrambled downward, never seeming to look to see where he was putting his bare feet. Several feet from the deck, he leapt, making his mother gasp in shock, and landed on the slick boards with only the slightest wobble. “Oh, Mother, did you see me?” he exclaimed as he threw his arms around her waist. “I was so high up!”

“Yes, I saw you,” Finduilas replied with admirable composure. She smiled at Faramir’s sparkling eyes, wind-reddened cheeks, and tousled his damp hair. “It was very high indeed.”

“I didn’t frighten you, Mother, did I? “ he asked, a frown creasing his forehead. “It’s just like climbing a tree, and I’ve never fallen out of a tree.”

Finduilas managed a laugh, though Imrahil heard the tension in her voice. “Yes, but trees do not move as a ship on the water does, Faramir.”

Apparently Faramir heard his mother’s worry as well, for he gave his uncle a questioning glance. Imrahil strove to keep his face blank. He fully expected that next Finduilas would tell Faramir that he was forbidden from climbing the rigging again, and, while Imrahil thought that a silly decree, Finduilas was the boy’s mother.

“It worries me a bit,” Finduilas admitted to her son. “It is a long way to the deck, Faramir, if you should slip. I would not like to see you fall.”

Faramir was silent a moment longer, then he tilted his face up to his mother. “All right, Mother,” he said, and Finduilas’ smile was relieved. “I will only climb into the rigging when you are not watching.”


 

 

Re: For Raksha

Squee!   Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Hooray for little Sailor-Boy Faramir!  Thanx, EL; what a great story!   I can just see Faramir as a child who is as agile as he is curious. 

I wonder if poor Finduilas succumbed to a heart attack? 

RAKSHA

 

 

Re: For Raksha

You're very welcome!

I'm sure Finduilas would have been a nervous wreck if she knew half the things those boys were up to! And Imrahil's no help, with his, "Aw, that's no big thing!" Though Boromir' s probably jealous that he wasn't there...

 

 

Re: For Raksha

I don't think Imrahil had become a father yet, or if he had, his firstborn was still too little even to walk, let alone climb the mast.  (the birthdate and name - I think it's Elphir - of Imri's heir is in HoME v. 10, and my copy's vanished at the moment).  But he's still sort of a big kid himself, the boys' daredevil uncle...

Thanx again for a wonderful vignette.

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Branwyn!

My October 19th birthday fast approaches, so this is a late request for either Faramir or Boromir or (failing that) a ficlet about them. 

This is for Branwyn's birthday; a whopping 1200-word mega-monster drabble about Boromir in Imladris. 

                                              

                                          REST AND RECREATION

 

    I have reached my journey's end; the legendary Elven refuge of Imladris. The Elves, and their Master Elrond, have been kind, the House is fair and the valley is pleasant enough. Yet I yearn for my own land, the City I left behind, my men and my kin.

    The scouts left without me, the morning after the Council. I would have gone with them, but was not even asked. Lord Elrond says they needed to hasten, and since I knew not the land into which they forayed, I would have slowed their pace.

    I wished to spend my time here usefully, sparring with other warriors, keeping my sword-arm and wits sharp. Yet these Elves regard me as a clumsy child, caring not that I am the Captain-General of Gondor, commander of the armies of the greatest of the realms of Men! They say I must rest, save my strength for the quest that awaits us. They say I could be hurt. Who are these fair folk to judge me such a weakling? They seem to know little of hardship or loss, living in this protected vale. And they are swift, but still made of flesh and bone. I would prove them wrong!

     Biting my tongue, and remembering that I am not Captain-General here, but alone and friendless, I tried to turn to other pursuits. I walked through the valley for exercise. I played chess with Master Elrond and cajoled more tales of the Last Alliance, and the valor of ancient warrior-kings. I even spent an afternoon in the library looking at maps, before I left, wearied of musty parchments, to seek fresh air.

    I feared that if I took more rest, the idleness would drive me mad. Perhaps my brother should have come on this errand; Faramir is a man of letters…And he has more patience.

    Today, as I watched the Elves whirling in their sorcerous dance of sword and spear, one Elf watched as well, unchallenged. I had seen him once or twice before. He was a tall, slender fellow with such a pretty head of long, golden hair that when I first beheld him dressed in robes of state at Elrond's Council, I mistook him for a lady. He had a boyish smile, and had struck me as another of these useless, sheltered Elves when he spoke of throwing the Great Ring into the Sea. I knew naught else of him.

    Thinking that perhaps the golden-haired Elf was some youngster new to arms, who might welcome a round of practice with the Captain-General of Gondor, I asked him to spar with swords alone.

    He gave me a piercing glance that reminded me of my brother, of all people, then agreed. When he returned bearing a longsword as easily as if it were part of his arm, I began to understand that this was no stripling.

     Shortly afterwards, I lay on my back, the point of that blade at my throat. It had happened too quickly for understanding. The Elf reached out to help me up; but I righted myself, thanked him, and asked for another try.

    We sparred again, and again, until I lost count of how many times he bested me. Each time, I lasted longer, but still he parried all my strokes, moving like a dancer rather than a soldier, and cut into my guard with vicious speed. I have known and commanded many warriors; and counted myself the greatest among them save perhaps for my uncle, but I never saw anyone fight like this pretty Elf.

    The sun descended as we continued to strive. An hour passed, then another. I grew weary. So did the Elf, I saw with grim satisfaction. Drops of sweat formed on his pale brow. I actually heard him grunt. And even better, I was able to penetrate his guard, not once, but twice, then three times. It did little good; for he still bested me.

    My legs trembled as I continued to batter at him. He was beginning to tire, but still outfoxed me with magnificent footwork, drawing me in with feints and reaching my throat or heart while I still sought to heed where his blade had gone.

     At last, when I thought I could scarcely endure another round, I pulled back, and, as he lunged, I swerved round, rallied, and threw all my strength into a stroke that caught his blade in mid-swing and knocked it from the Elf's grasp and him off his feet. Instead of falling, though, he cartwheeled back and then rose again, seizing the sword as he stood.

     I straightened, ignoring the twinges of very tired muscles, and resumed the guard position. The Elf gazed down at me from his great height. Then he raised the sword in a salute, lowered and sheathed the blade and inclined his head. Vastly relieved, I did the same.

     The Elf laughed then, and grinned as broadly as one of the hobbits. He strode somewhat stiffly to me and clasped my shoulders with very strong hands. "Wonderful! O, well done!" he cried in his strangely accented Sindarin.

    No sooner had I croaked out similar praise then we were assailed by the large crowd who had gathered to watch our bout as it progressed. The halflings chattered excitedly; even the quiet Ringbearer, Frodo, seemed cheered. The dwarf handed me a cup of something cold. I passed it first to my doughty opponent. The golden Elf took a delicate sip, then returned the cup to me. I drained half the cup, grateful for the restorative properties of its Elven brew. I gave it back to the Elf; who thirstily drank the rest.

     During five courses of dinner that night, I learned that the golden Elf I had first taken for an untried youth was Glorfindel, who had fought at the side of the last King of Gondor at the Battle of Fornost - over a thousand years before! Most Elves were daunted by his hardihood. He had despaired of finding a worthy practice partner before the return of Elrond's sons and someone named "Estel". So said Glorfindel himself, with a playful punch of my shoulder that nearly caused me to spit up a mouthful of ale. The youngest halfling, Pippin, told how Glorfindel saved Frodo from the Dark Riders at the Ford of Bruinen. Other Elves said something about a lost city of Gondolin, and a fell creature called a Balrog, but by then my head was spinning and my understanding of the Elves' prettily-lisped Sindarin was all but gone. I did not miss Glorfindel's praise of our contest and my sword-work.

     The Elf and I drank deep, swore eternal friendship over our third toast, then embraced as comrades on our fourth. And we gladly agreed, to another bout, in two days' time, with shields as well as swords!

     I think that Glorfindel guided me to my chamber, whose location I failed to remember after the sixth toast. For the first time since I arrived at the Elvish haven, I fell almost instantly into a deep and restful sleep. And I dreamt neither of broken blades nor gleaming rings, but of bright swords vying in a joyous test of skill.

                                                       

                                                             ***

 

 

 

Re: For Raksha

Hi Raksha!

I got a huge chuckle out of EdorasLass's ficlet for you!

(the birthdate and name - I think it's Elphir - of Imri's heir is in HoME v. 10, and my copy's vanished at the moment).

Well, we can't have that! Elphir is indeed Imrahil's oldest, and he was born in 2987, whereas Faramir was born in 2983... so Faramir could be maybe 5 or 6....

- Barbara

 

 

Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Branwyn!

Oh, my Raksha, this is a delightful ficlet! It is strikingly in-character for Boromir, and I just loved how he finally recognized a fellow warrior in the pretty, soft, golden-haired, young-looking Elf!

And of all the things that Glorfindel did, Boromir was most impressed that he fought alongside Eärnur at Fornost! That is *so* like Boromir!

Very nicely, done, Raksha!

- Barbara

 

 

Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Branwyn!

I think Boromir tends to look more on the surface of people than would his father or brother; he'd look at Glorfindel - His hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy - and think 'pampered young Elf-boy'.

And poor Boromir must have been at loose ends.  JRRT doesn't mention him at all during the two months or so that the hobbits stayed in Rivendell.  There's no mention of Boromir going with the scouts to pinpoint Ringwraith activity.  I'm not sure that Aragorn would have wanted to bring him along - Aragorn was planning on eventually returning to Minas Tirith, and I think he'd preferred to have do so with Boromir alive and well at his side; and he might have wanted him kept in safety at Rivendell.  Also, I imagine that Aragorn and the Elves and Dunedain were travelling very quickly, over lands they knew, and wouldn't have wanted a newcomer, someone unused to stealth, to slow them down.  But there are also reasons why Aragorn might have brought Boromir along; though, in my ficlet, Boromir stayed at Rivendell and went quietly stir-crazy.  Until he finally got a good workout with one of the greatest warriors of any Age.  I imagine that both he and Glorfindel enjoyed themselves immensely!

Thanx for the comments, Barbara.

RAKSHA

 

 

Re: For Soubrettina

removed- post repeated

 

 

Re: For Soubrettina

Ack! What a time to go off for a few days!


I don't know if this quite fits the bill. I wanted the pair of Damrod and Mablung observing the pair Sam and Frodo, but Faramir couldn't be kept out of the picture...


Ah well! A pair plus a Faramir, can't be bad can it?

I liked seeing the Ithilien Rangers- they're one of those sets of random bit parts and, for what little we know about them, I like them Also great to have hanging around as they're useful!

Thanks Dwim!

Soubrettina

 

 

Re: For Raksha



Nice bit of EL-ness! Where was Nanny to stop him?

“It worries me a bit,” Finduilas admitted to her son. “It is a long way to the deck, Faramir, if you should slip. I would not like to see you fall.”

Faramir was silent a moment longer, then he tilted his face up to his mother. “All right, Mother,” he said, and Finduilas’ smile was relieved. “I will only climb into the rigging when you are not watching.”


 

 

OBJECT LESSONS for Branwyn

Marta,

Thank you for the wonderful birthday present!  But I can't imagine Boromir ever behaving in such an unseemly fashion.  No, not ever.     (No wonder Denethor was aged before his time. The palantir probably had nothing to do with it.)  And I love that Faramir gives the shirt from his own back (quite literally) for his brother.  So I wonder who drew the short straw and had to tell Denethor about this?

Thanks for feeding my Faramir/Boromir addiction; I can never read enough about those two. 

--Branwyn

 

 

REST AND RECREATION FOR BRANWYN

Raksha--

SQUEEEEEEE! I love this!  I would never have thought of writing Boromir and Glorfindel together, and it works beautifully!  You fooled both me and my husband (he burst out laughing when he realized that the opponent wasn't Legolas).  

Poor Boromir, feeling so restless and bored in Rivendell, surrounded by those elves with their strange speech and their soft looks and condescending ways.  Until he meets someone who recognizes a fellow student of the martial arts, someone who respects him enough to fight him as an equal.  I hope that he picked up a few tricks from Glorfindel and that Glorfindel learned something from him.  How very true to Boromir's character that it is this open, honest contest that brings out the best in him, both as a warrior and as a human being. 

Thank you, thank you, so much!

Happy Branwyn

 

 

Re: REST AND RECREATION FOR BRANWYN

Glad you enjoyed the mega-monster-drabble, Branwyn!  I never thought of having Boromir spar with Legolas; since Leggy, while probably able to wield a blade with great skill, seems to prefer his bow and arrows as a weapon of choice.  And I think Glorfy's on an entirely higher level than both Leggy and Boromir, but still able to enjoy a good bout of swordwork. 

I'm not sure what new tricks Glorfindel learned from Boromir; Glorfy's been around longer than even Elrond if one counts the first lifetime, and he's fought a fair amount of battles. But I'm sure that Glorfindel picked up increased respect for the race of Men, particularly the sons of Gondor.  And I assume that the practice with such a great warrior benefitted Boromir as well. 

Have a great birthday!!!

RAKSHA

 

 

Re: For Raksha

Where was Nanny to stop him?

Interesting that you think she would have stopped him.

She was probably visiting her mother, though -- trust me, she'd much rather have been on that ship!

Thanks, Soubie!


 

 

Re: For Raksha

Elphir is indeed Imrahil's oldest, and he was born in 2987, whereas Faramir was born in 2983... so Faramir could be maybe 5 or 6....

Since Finduilas is alive, Faramir'd have to be five or younger, right?

And in my head, Imrahil is one of those dads who never quite understands why mom thinks certain things are dangerous or inappropriate. "What? Why shouldn't a two year old have a claymore? I had one, and I've still got all my limbs!"

 

 

Re: For Raksha

Edit: sorry, I quoted the wrong part of the post!

Since Finduilas is alive, Faramir'd have to be five or younger, right?

*ahem* a good point, EL! You're very sharp...

"What? Why shouldn't a two year old have a claymore? I had one, and I've still got all my limbs!"

*snicker*

- Barbara

 

 

Re: October 2005 - Branwyn

October 19 - Branwyn: My October 19th birthday fast approaches, so this is a late request for either Faramir or Boromir or (failing that) a ficlet about them.

 Making the deadline!  Hope today is very happy for you!

 Following in the Right Footsteps

Time in the practice yard had paid off. Faramir's adolescent body was no longer gawky though his fingers were still ink-stained.  Boromir nodded his approval, passing a full mug of brew to his brother.

"No thanks."

Boromir gave an exasperated sigh and slowly shook his head.  "I thought you wanted to succeed in the guard."

"You know I do." Faramir's head came up proudly.

"Will you refuse to drink with your men?"

"No, but…"

Boromir overrode his protest.  "How will you know when to stop?  Have you ever been drunk?"

"No, I…"Faramir squirmed.

"Then drink.  Your true education starts today."

Gwynnyd 

 

 

Re: October 2005 - Branwyn

Gwynnyd--

Thanks so much for this!  Book-learning has its limitations; some things can be discovered only through experience.  The next morning, Boromir is going to continue the lesson by sharing his favorite hangover cures with his younger brother.   Good point that Faramir needs to practice drinking or he will not be able to hold his own with the men of his command.

Thanks again--

Branwyn

 

 

Re: October Birthday Juno

Juno - My 30th birthday is on October 23. (Where did the year go???)

I'd love to get a drabble about Elrond, who has been my favourite character for 25 years now.

Happy to oblige. And even before you leave!  Have fun in Rome. What a great place to spend a birthday.

Fathers and Grandfathers

Elrond finds a lonely niche.  Tonight they left with no excuse, fingers interlaced and eyes only for each other.  His little girl is maid no longer.

"I know how you feel," Celeborn says from the doorway.  "I thought you not good enough for Celebrían.  Yet she was happy, as Arwen is."

"They need not flaunt it so."

Celeborn grins. "Will a handshake content you when my daughter greets you in Aman?"

Elrond trembles. His mind's eye sees her loving face surrounded by summer-gold hair, beckoning him West.  Heat washes through him.

"I will make sure Celebrían welcomes her mother first."

Happy Birthday!

Gwynnyd
 

 

 

Re: October Birthday Juno

HASA makes getting older so appealing!

Thank you very much, Gwynnyd!

I love Elrond grumbly-sad-full of longing (and Celeborn all smug!). 

This is a wonderful drabble. And I'm sure that I will have a great birthday... we have to get up at 6 am to be in time for the mass at St Peter... we have tickets (!) but even so they told us to be there some two or three hours before it starts. And as the weather is supposed to be nice, I'll wear a black dress with roses sort of scattered over the fabric and a cream-coloured cardigan.

Cheers,

Juno 

 

 

Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Branwyn!

This is for Branwyn's birthday; a whopping 1200-word mega-monster drabble about Boromir in Imladris.

Raksha! This is wonderful!  Thnakyou so much for sharing it with us.

 Gwynnyd

 

 

Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Branwyn!

Thanx much!  Btw, I thoroughly enjoyed your Following In The Right Footsteps - Boromir was definitely right that Faramir had to be able to drink with his men one day, and so, had to learn how to handle alchohol - which is wisdom of another sort than that found in archives and libraries.

RAKSHA

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

October 31 - Raksha The Demon: My birthday's coming up. I was born back in the First Age, and that's all you need to know about my age. My drabble preference is for Faramir - any situation except slash. I'd be especially interested in drabbles featuring Faramir as a warrior - Ranger, Captain, or as Prince-Steward (JRRT implied in HoME that he and Imrahil alternated accompanying Aragorn as war-commanders, one would stay home and hold the fort, the other would go with the armies), or Faramir working with Aragorn as his Steward - but I'd be delighted by whatever Faramir birthday treat you serve up in a drabble.

Raksha - I can't believe it's been a year already. I don't think this tops what I wrote for you last year, but I hope it fits the bill.

 Happy Birthday... and have at least 111 more good ones!

History Becomes Legend

When Faramir found the king, Aragorn was perched on the parapet overlooking the practice ground for the army's new recruits. 

"I do not like making laws that regulate too much of a man's life, Faramir.  Still, it seems I must govern the world and I need competent troops."

Faramir, fresh from a session hammering out details of yet another protectorate on Gondor's borders, agreed with him.  He joined the king on the wall, and inspected the men training below.  "As raw recruits, they seem no worse than usual."

"They are farmer's sons from Lamedon, or craftsmen's younger sons from Pelargir and Minas Tirith. It was their fathers, or their grandfathers, who followed me to the Black Gate.  The heartlands have been at peace for many years, but our borders are always vulnerable.  Shall we make a new law?  Every man must practice archery at least one day a week."

"Do you feel that is really necessary?"

"From here they seem competent, but I shot with them today and it is obvious they've never had to shoot for their lives or livelihoods.  They are terrible marksmen."

"They do have a new captain."  Faramir tried to hide his grin, but knew he was unsuccessful.

"Yes. The best archers have always come from Blackroot Vale, and Dagnir certainly has the experience to…" Aragorn broke off, a look of horror spreading over his features.  "Dagnir!  He didn't!"

"His exact words were: Please, keep the king away!  He insists on competing against my best men, and they resent being asked to shoot so badly in front of him."

"But…" Aragorn spluttered.  "I expect the best from my troops.  How could he…?"

Faramir laughed.  "He's never served directly under you before.  Most kings would not want to be disabused of their fantasies of being legendary warriors."

Gwynnyd

 

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

It doesn't top Fever Dreams - there's very few pieces, if any, that could, but this is a wonderful, wonderful birthday present!  I love Faramir and Aragorn's comfortable relationship here, twenty or more years after Aragorn's kingship began.  And it is definitely in-character for Aragorn that he'd expect the best from his men and would personally shoot against them to gauge their skill. 

And it's so nice and long!  I love proper drabbles, but good mega-drabbles also make for great reading, like this one.  Excellent title, btw.

Thanx so much for a lovely birthday present!

RAKSHA, the soon-to-be-Birthday-DEMON

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

And it's so nice and long!  I love proper drabbles, but good mega-drabbles also make for great reading, like this one.  Excellent title, btw.

Thank  you!  And thank Liz for suggesting the title and doing a great beta on it.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it.  It was fun to write, unlike last year's, which was pretty wrenching. 

 
Happy Birthday!

Gwynnyd 

 

 

Late For Soubrettina!

Ok, Soubie, this is not exactly what you requested, since one of the two isn't there through most of it, but it was odd enough that I thought you'd like it anyway. Oh, you know what I mean. Happy late birthday!

Prisoners

Time passes strangely.
Here it is dark and chill, and I am forgotten.
How long have I been here?
I hear the shuffle of feet, but I see no-one.
No-one but the twisted man who comes to gloat at his possession of me.
It is by his doing that I am held here.
I long to strike, but alone, I can do nothing.

I am older than any who now live. I have seen more battles than all of them combined.
That I should be treated so–shoved in a chest to gather rust like a common kitchen knife - it fills me with rage.
Let me out, and he will suffer.
Set me in the hand of my wielder, and he will find that I am not to be trifled with.
He will find that we are not to be held captive by his dark whims.
To drink his blood would bring me to ringing life.

But hark!
Someone approaches.
It is not that twisted man.
It is the one who guards the door.
Here is a man who shows the proper regard for me.
He cleans the dust from me, carefully.
He knows that even disused I am deadly.


There is my young friend Gúthwinë, as impatient to act as the one who carries him.
Ah!
And there is my wielder.
He is once again the man who has carried me with valour.
He, also, is no longer a prisoner.
He takes me, brandishes me with such pride and honour as I deserve to be shown.
He is as worthy to bear me as any of his ancestors.
Together we will show that twisted man the meaning of respect.

Now for wrath.
Now for ruin.
Now we will strike.


A/N - In case you didn't know, Herugrim means "fierce sword".




 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

October 20 - Soubrettina: I will be 22 on the 20th, and as my age is a pair of 2s, I would like something- anything- using a 'pair' from Tolkien- Legolas and Gimili, Eowyn and Merry, Melkor and Ungoliant, any of the sets of twins, any one of the odd couples, dream teams or best friends that get bundled together in the course of events (preferably the odder the couple the better, of course, but that's not essential)

Soubrettina:

Sorry I missed your birthday, but I am stretching out the presents right till the end of the month.

 Hope  you like this one!

True Heart

It is no secret:  I prefer men.  Long ago, I left behind my youthful flirtation with feminine dainties.  My heart is given to a king and none lesser shall bestride me.  It has been too long since his strong legs wrapped around me, or his knowing hands gentled me to willing obedience. 

The journey south is long and swift.  At last his voice rings out.   "Of all joys this is the least expected!"

Soon, in sight of all, he strokes my face.  His breath is warm against my cheek as he whispers my name. "Roheryn."

Ai! To battle at last!

Hope your birthday was very happy and that youhave many,mnay more chances to have a double digit day (33, 44, up to triple digits anyway!)

Gwynnyd
 

 

 

Gwynnyd's drabble

And for five seconds, I thought you'd succumbed to the slash discussion at HA and actually slashed Aragorn--not just made him the object of slashy interest, but actually had him reciprocate.

Then I realized you had given us yet another gem in that well-loved LOTR genre: horses who masquerade as love interests, thanks to the power of non-disclosed POVs.

Love it!

Dwim

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

...Soon, in sight of all, he strokes my face.  His breath is warm against my cheek as he whispers my name. "Roheryn."


*blink*

.

*blink*blink*

.

*SNORK*

.

~Silli

 

 

Re: Gwynnyd's drabble

And for five seconds, I thought you'd succumbed to the slash discussion at HA and actually slashed Aragorn

I have to confess that it was that discussion that sparked the muse.

Glad people are ejoying it!

Gwynnyd

 

 

Re: October 2005 Birthdays

Hooray! Thank you Gwynned!



Disconcerting intimate horse thoughts... always good for the old double-take moment!...



Thanks!

Soubrettina

 

 

Re: Late For Soubrettina!

To Eddie... (sorry, it was futher up the page and I didn't see- someone is doing a lot of posting today)..





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Wow. A sort of drabble-come-poem-thing!

That's pretty gorgeous actually. Very arty-crafty.

Talking swords (well, thinking swords). Great!

And yes, it does make a certain bond between sword and wielder when they name it, and anthropomorphise it. Possibly because swords were usually made personally for thier users, hence the fact they tended to get involved in funeral rites.

(My friend said of this: "Sheesh. How Freudian is that?")

Thank you very much! Have one of my chocolate seahorses (yes, indeed, I had chocolate seahorses).

Soubie

 

 

Re: Late For Soubrettina!

Prisoners

Unusual "pairing", well handled. I particularly liked how the identity of the speaker is so gradually revealed.
I very much like the idea of swords having personalities, and I've never before read of a story about Herugrim - I think the character you gave this sword very plausible (if that makes sense *g*).

Imhiriel

 

 

Birthday-drabble for Raksha the Demon

I'd be especially interested in drabbles featuring Faramir as a warrior - Ranger, Captain, or as Prince-Steward

Hello Raksha,

this is a drabble featuring Faramir more as a leader than a warrior, but I hope it fits your wish nevertheless. I wish you a happy birthday tomorrow!

~*~

Mastering Men

“Steady, Soldier!”

The captain’s voice reached him, through the clamour of the collapsing bridge, the terror of the night, the urgency of the moment. Commanding eyes calmed him somewhat, directed his attention to the side.

“Help the Captain-General with his armour! Time is of the essence, we needs must be away ere the final arch breaks.”

The soldier obeyed, grateful for a task, while Faramir gripped the remaining soldier by his uninjured arm.

A clang marked the shedding of the last greave.

“Now! Keep away from debris!”

Faramir in the lead, four men jumped towards the churning waves of Anduin.

~*~

A/N:
- The title is part of a quote from Beregond: “That will be the Captain: he can master both beasts and men.“ (RotK: The Siege of Gondor)

~*~

Imhiriel

I'm not wholly satisfied by the title. Any other proposals? Or do you think it can stand as it is?

 

 

Re: Late For Soubrettina!

Thank you! I'm glad you like it!

it does make a certain bond between sword and wielder when they name it, and anthropomorphise it.

Herugrim is called "ancient", but I don't think we know how old, exactly.So he's probably been pretty darn anthropomorphised by everyone who's carried him.

I was definitely one of those kids who talked to everything - toys, trees, chairs, etc. Don't remember if they talked back , though.

Oooh, chocolate seahorses! I'm jealous -- and thanks!

 

 

Re: Late For Soubrettina!

Thanks, Imhiriel!
I was trying to making him a cranky old man, but in the end, terse and angry worked better. Cause he would be.

 

 

Happy birthdays, Juno and Raksha!

For Juno and Raksha ... some thoughts on leaving home by your favourites, Elrond and Faramir. There's another in the wings for Raksha, but it's not quite done yet. I'll try to post it soon. Happy birthdays!

Undomiel (for Juno)

Twilight approaches as I look out over this land. The grass is tall, it thrives in the sun. But at night, there is smoke in the sky, leaving little light to illuminate our path.

I have watched her in the Golden Hall, surrounded by all and yet still alone. Had she chosen differently ...

But then she looks at him, and I see her love. Like a river, the cold water at its source.

I turn and speak as mortals do.

'I love you.'

'I know, atar.'

These are the words most bitter, my Undomiel, on this night without stars.


Atalante (for Raksha)

Tonight we sleep in the open. There is only hard rock beneath our backs, the sky exposed as a vast sea, the stars luring me into its depths.

The men no longer speak of their children and families, they no longer describe the colour of summer fruit, the taste of autumn wine. In this cold and lonely place, we are alone, drowning in our thoughts of home.

At first light, we shall move on. The sunlight will not remind me of the golden leaves I left behind. I will not think of the smell of warm earth on her hands.

 

 

Re: Happy birthdays, Juno and Raksha!

These are wonderful, Marastar! They're both so painfully lonely -- just lovely. And I really like the water metaphors - you seem to have a knack for those.

 

 

Re: October Birthday Celebrations

Well, with all of these wonderful fics, I feel like it might as well be MY birthday!

Raksha, sorry that I didn't have this quite ready earlier! (In my defense, there are still three hours until your birthday is over ^-^;;; ) To my fellow Faramir-lover, thanks for my own birthday drabble and your beta-ing help, and I'm sorry I couldn't deliver a gift-wrapped Steward to your door. Really, I tried, I just don't know your adress!
 
Secrets

    It is hard to keep secrets from this man.
    
    Usually this does not worry me, for usually I have nothing to hide. However, I feel I should wait until the right moment to deliver this piece of news to him.. It will be a sore trial, to make sure he does not suspect that I am keeping something from him!

     It has been said that he can read the hearts of men. So be it, husband, for I am no man! I shall take care to avoid arousing your curiosity- there will be enough questioning about here soon enough.

    Indeed, for is not a child always curious?

 

 

For Raksha

I Stand Behind

We danced into the night.  Celebrating his birthday, life, anything. 

 

Nothing takes the bitter sting of fear from my mouth.  The battle had gone badly.  He was almost lost.  Almost did not live to see his own birthday.  The terror of it fills every breath I take.  I have not shaken the feeling.  Not knowing what he put me through this day, he stands tall.  Captain-General of Gondor.  I stand behind him.  I do not care.  The only care I have is his survival. 

He continues to dance.  I continue my vigilance.  He is worth it.  He is my brother.

 

 

Happy b-day, Juno!

Sorry this is so late - I've been busy writing about other things!  LOL  - you know of what I speak.  Hope you enjoy this.

Lord Elrond

 

He sits there, full of himself.  And he reminds me of father.  I have to laugh.  I cannot get away from him, though I have traveled one hundred and ten days.  Yet, this one has welcomed me, tended to my needs, and invited me to the council.  He promises my questions will be answered.  How does he know I have questions?  Again, so much like father, all-knowing.  It is disconcerting. 

 

He speaks of the blood of Westernesse and my heart is troubled, for he speaks as if we are no longer worthy.  I defend my people, my land, my father.  I tell him how we strive, my brother and I, to fight the one we do not name.  I tell him I do not, however, come to beg for help, but to seek the wisdom that he is renowned for. 

 

Others share their tales; tales so fantastic, if they were told anywhere else, I would be hard-pressed to believe.  I am dumb founded, but hopeful.  My quest will not bring back a mighty weapon, but I will bring back the sword that was broken. 

 

Elrond agrees.  I find that he listens.  He asks for advice. 

 

He is not like father.

         

 

 

Re: Happy birthdays, Juno and Raksha!

sorry, double post; the gods of the internet hate me today

 

 

Re: Happy birthdays, Juno and Raksha!

Ohhhhhh Mara!!!!

That's soooo beautiful. And sad. *sniffle* But a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful gift. Thank you!

{{{Marastar}}}

May I post that in my LJ, too?

Yours

Juno 

 

 

Re: Happy b-day, Juno!

Thank you, Agape!

That is so beautiful - and characterizes both Denethor and Elrond perfectly.

Thank you very much for this wonderful gift and your kind wishes.

(And yes, I know about being busy with writing... sigh...)

May I repost this at my LiveJournal?

Yours
Juno

 

 

Re: Happy birthdays, Juno and Raksha!

Thanks EL! I'm still catching up on all the drabbles posted here, and well,  you know what I zeroed in on: KiddieFara! So adorable. I can totally see him as the type of precocious kid who would figure out the best end of a bargain to climb dangerous boat rigging. That scamp.

Post away, Juno! It's yours. And I'm really glad you liked it. Elrond was robbed of a parting scene with Arwen. ROBBED.

 

 

Re: Happy b-day, Juno!

Of course, Juno.  I'd be honored.  *blushes*

Agape

 

 

Late October drabbles

A great month for drabbles of varied length!

I've already commented on some, but had to say more:

EL, your Prisoners is an innovative look at a very under-used 'character' - I loved Herugrim's mention of his impatient young friend Guthwine!  Very unusual piece, but it works...

Gwynnyd, I loved True Heart.  Aw, Roheryn loves his 'daddy'; and Aragorn is happy to see his tall, handsome friend.  Very enjoyable!

Marastar - Atalante was a poignant look at the loneliness of Rangers and soldiers camping and marching away from home - thanx much!

Eldamir - Squeeee!  Secrets -  very sweet, and credible.  I imagine it would be very hard to keep secrets from Faramir...And I love Eowyn's I am no man line.  Thanx for remembering my birthday.

Agape - I Stand Behind is a great expression of Faramir's quiet devotion to Boromir.  So sad that they were forever parted.  Thanx for the birthday prezzie!

Imhiriel - Mastering Men - a wonderful tribute to one of Faramir's skills.  Leadership is more than barking orders, it's a steadying hand or voice, and knowing how to calm, and motivate, when chaos rages, as this drabble illustrates.  Thanx for the gift!

I am so pleased by my birthday gifts, these and the others I mentioned earlier.  Hope I've mentioned them all.  I certainly read, and reread them with much appreciation!

RAKSHA

 

 

Re: October 2005 - Branwyn

What a lovely 'brotherly' moment!   I'd love to see Boromoir looking after a drunken Faramir as well ...

 

 

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