lindahoyland: (Faramir2)
Grey Havens

Challenge:

"You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right."

-Maya Angelou

Write a story or poem, or create a piece of art on the theme of leaving or returning home.

Title: An Unexpected Welcome

Author: Linda Hoyland

Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Faramir, Arwen

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Book/Source: LOTR book-verse

Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.


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lindahoyland: (Strider)
Title – False Impressions
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn,OMCs
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain





The two farmers sipped their mugs of ale, casting contemptuous glances at the man in the corner.

"Who might he be?” one asked his companion.

“One of them Rangers, I reckon.”

“Looks like a right ruffian to me,” grunted the first man. “How can decent folks sleep easy in their beds with the likes of them around? He looks as if he never did an honest day’s work in his life!”

Aragorn’s keen grey eyes glinted in anger, but he remained silent. Little did these people know of the dark creatures would destroy them without the Rangers’ protection.
lindahoyland: (Strider)
Title – False Impressions
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn,OMCs
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain





The two farmers sipped their mugs of ale, casting contemptuous glances at the man in the corner.

"Who might he be?” one asked his companion.

“One of them Rangers, I reckon.”

“Looks like a right ruffian to me,” grunted the first man. “How can decent folks sleep easy in their beds with the likes of them around? He looks as if he never did an honest day’s work in his life!”

Aragorn’s keen grey eyes glinted in anger, but he remained silent. Little did these people know of the dark creatures would destroy them without the Rangers’ protection.

Trunk

Apr. 10th, 2009 04:54 am
lindahoyland: Faramir by Fileg (Faramir)
Title – Leaves from the Past
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Faramir, Denethor
Rating PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

With Thanks To Raksha



Faramir sighed deeply. He looked out of the window. It was still raining, so not a good day for sword or archery practise, nor for riding for pleasure. The council meeting was not until this afternoon, and he would not be joining Éowyn in Ithilien until the morrow. He had no excuse to delay any longer looking through the trunk containing his father’s private papers, which had been languishing in the bottom of a cupboard for more time than he cared to recall. Faramir would have been happy to leave it there, but kept wondering if it contained any information that ought to be given to his new lord.

He lifted out the trunk and placed it in on the hearthrug, then kneeling beside it, slid the key into the lock. It opened with some difficulty as if loth to reveal its secrets.

Faramir lifted out a sheaf of yellowing scrolls and glanced at them. They mostly concerned official decrees. He placed them to one side to give to the King.

Beneath the scrolls lay a bundle of letters tied with a red ribbon. Faramir opened the one on the top of the pile. It was in his mother’s hand, written from Dol Amroth during a visit Faramir vaguely recalled and telling her husband that she missed him. Faramir replaced it. He would read the letters one day, but not yet. He only wished that he could recall more about Finduilas.

At the bottom of the trunk, hidden under the other papers lay a bound calfskin volume. Curiously, Faramir opened it and was surprised it appeared to be a journal written in Quenya, no doubt to make it hard to decipher. The Steward was fluent in the ancient language and it posed no difficulties for him.

The journal began the year Denethor became Steward and the early entries seemed mostly concerned with matters of government. A line caught Faramir’s attention and made him shudder. ”I have decided to use the Seeing Stone. It would be foolish not to take advantage of such a powerful tool. My father claimed it was too dangerous, but I have the strength to master it. I need to know what is happening within my realm and see that Thorongil does not return without my knowledge.”

Faramir turned over more pages, scanning them quickly. There was a gap in the entries around the time his mother died. Then they resumed in greater detail. His own name caught his eye. ”Boromir grows taller by the day and continues to delight me. His sword master is delighted with his progress and says he will make a fine warrior. Young Faramir is a different matter. His tutor tells me he is a fine scholar, but shows little interest in the sword. Gondor needs soldiers not scholars in these troubled times and my sons should be a good example to others.”

Faramir turned more leaves, looking for familiar names. ”Mithrandir is here again and my younger son follows him around like a lap dog hanging on to his every word. I fear he will fill the boy’s head with gilded tales of the kings of old. I would not have a son of mine be a Wizard’s pupil!”

The young Steward took a deep breath. Mithrandir was a great and wise man. Why had their friendship troubled his father so much?

The next entry provided the answer. ”Mithrandir has gone at last, praise the Valar! Faramir is upset and keeps asking when will he return? If the boy wants a lore- master to consult, why does he not choose his own father?”

Faramir thought sadly that the answer should have been all too plain. His father had often been to busy to discuss lore with him, and angered if his opinion differed from Denethor’s on the rare occasions they did speak of legends and traditions. Faramir could still recall the way Boromir’s eyes glazed when father and son would debate the origins of the line of Nimloth. Denethor would glance sternly at Faramir and the conversation would swiftly and suddenly turn to Hyarmendacil's victories over the Haradrim or some other feat of arms that interested Boromir.

Faramir perused more pages full of details of government and praise for his brother. Then another entry caught his eye.

“My youngest continues to disturb me, as I see myself reflected in him. He has the power to see into men’s hearts. Alas, that he wastes this gift through the mawkish pity that renders him too slow to strike with the knowledge he has gained. The people love him, though, more than they love me. He reminds me all too much of that scoundrel Thorongil!”

Faramir continued to read, both dreading and desiring to see if any clue might be found to his father’s final dreadful act.

“The enemy are at the gate. The only son left to me is dying. Better we should perish together than be sport for Sauron’s creatures. I have heard too that Thorongil is on his way. I would not be his dotard chamberlain and my son his slave! Let the fire cleanse all and ...” The writing had became scarcely legible and the last few words were indecipherable.

Faramir snapped the book shut with a shudder. He had read enough for one day. At last he understood much of his father’s coldness towards him, but the knowledge brought him no peace, only pity. His father had known so much and yet understood so little.

Trunk

Apr. 10th, 2009 04:54 am
lindahoyland: Faramir by Fileg (Faramir)
Title – Leaves from the Past
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Faramir, Denethor
Rating PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

With Thanks To Raksha



Faramir sighed deeply. He looked out of the window. It was still raining, so not a good day for sword or archery practise, nor for riding for pleasure. The council meeting was not until this afternoon, and he would not be joining Éowyn in Ithilien until the morrow. He had no excuse to delay any longer looking through the trunk containing his father’s private papers, which had been languishing in the bottom of a cupboard for more time than he cared to recall. Faramir would have been happy to leave it there, but kept wondering if it contained any information that ought to be given to his new lord.

He lifted out the trunk and placed it in on the hearthrug, then kneeling beside it, slid the key into the lock. It opened with some difficulty as if loth to reveal its secrets.

Faramir lifted out a sheaf of yellowing scrolls and glanced at them. They mostly concerned official decrees. He placed them to one side to give to the King.

Beneath the scrolls lay a bundle of letters tied with a red ribbon. Faramir opened the one on the top of the pile. It was in his mother’s hand, written from Dol Amroth during a visit Faramir vaguely recalled and telling her husband that she missed him. Faramir replaced it. He would read the letters one day, but not yet. He only wished that he could recall more about Finduilas.

At the bottom of the trunk, hidden under the other papers lay a bound calfskin volume. Curiously, Faramir opened it and was surprised it appeared to be a journal written in Quenya, no doubt to make it hard to decipher. The Steward was fluent in the ancient language and it posed no difficulties for him.

The journal began the year Denethor became Steward and the early entries seemed mostly concerned with matters of government. A line caught Faramir’s attention and made him shudder. ”I have decided to use the Seeing Stone. It would be foolish not to take advantage of such a powerful tool. My father claimed it was too dangerous, but I have the strength to master it. I need to know what is happening within my realm and see that Thorongil does not return without my knowledge.”

Faramir turned over more pages, scanning them quickly. There was a gap in the entries around the time his mother died. Then they resumed in greater detail. His own name caught his eye. ”Boromir grows taller by the day and continues to delight me. His sword master is delighted with his progress and says he will make a fine warrior. Young Faramir is a different matter. His tutor tells me he is a fine scholar, but shows little interest in the sword. Gondor needs soldiers not scholars in these troubled times and my sons should be a good example to others.”

Faramir turned more leaves, looking for familiar names. ”Mithrandir is here again and my younger son follows him around like a lap dog hanging on to his every word. I fear he will fill the boy’s head with gilded tales of the kings of old. I would not have a son of mine be a Wizard’s pupil!”

The young Steward took a deep breath. Mithrandir was a great and wise man. Why had their friendship troubled his father so much?

The next entry provided the answer. ”Mithrandir has gone at last, praise the Valar! Faramir is upset and keeps asking when will he return? If the boy wants a lore- master to consult, why does he not choose his own father?”

Faramir thought sadly that the answer should have been all too plain. His father had often been to busy to discuss lore with him, and angered if his opinion differed from Denethor’s on the rare occasions they did speak of legends and traditions. Faramir could still recall the way Boromir’s eyes glazed when father and son would debate the origins of the line of Nimloth. Denethor would glance sternly at Faramir and the conversation would swiftly and suddenly turn to Hyarmendacil's victories over the Haradrim or some other feat of arms that interested Boromir.

Faramir perused more pages full of details of government and praise for his brother. Then another entry caught his eye.

“My youngest continues to disturb me, as I see myself reflected in him. He has the power to see into men’s hearts. Alas, that he wastes this gift through the mawkish pity that renders him too slow to strike with the knowledge he has gained. The people love him, though, more than they love me. He reminds me all too much of that scoundrel Thorongil!”

Faramir continued to read, both dreading and desiring to see if any clue might be found to his father’s final dreadful act.

“The enemy are at the gate. The only son left to me is dying. Better we should perish together than be sport for Sauron’s creatures. I have heard too that Thorongil is on his way. I would not be his dotard chamberlain and my son his slave! Let the fire cleanse all and ...” The writing had became scarcely legible and the last few words were indecipherable.

Faramir snapped the book shut with a shudder. He had read enough for one day. At last he understood much of his father’s coldness towards him, but the knowledge brought him no peace, only pity. His father had known so much and yet understood so little.
lindahoyland: (King Elessar)
Title – The Last and Greatest Adventure
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating PG
Warnings: Character death
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.



There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed. - Emily Bronte

I sense my time is almost spent. I feel my strength failing and I grow weary of my days at last, and my imprisonment within this aging body. The day fast approaches when I shall freely return Eru’s gift .I am ready now to journey beyond the circles of the world. I face the unknown without fear, for I trust in the One, who most surely desires the best for his children.

Unlike foolish Ar Pharazon, I accept that my final dwelling lies outside the bounds of Arda. We Men were never meant to linger for endless ages, nor to fear the final journey, which we must all take.

My only regrets are that I must leave Arwen and my children for a time. I fear for my poor lady, as death is not familiar to her. Unlike my fellow Men, she was not born knowing that to receive Eru’s gift was her ultimate destiny. My children will grieve, but they accept is the way of things; that the old must depart and make way for those that follow. Far better I should accept the grace that has been given to me than that they should have to witness me losing my powers of body and mind.. I have taught Eldarion all I know and he will make a great and noble king. It is time now to take up my crown and sceptre.

How I yearn to be reunited with all those loved ones who have gone before. My mother and Halbarad, dearest of kindred, and Faramir, who was like a son to me, as well as my brother in arms, Éomer, and the valiant Hobbits.

I have taken many journeys in my long life, but never before one so unknown. It will be my last and greatest adventure.
lindahoyland: (King Elessar)
Title – The Last and Greatest Adventure
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating PG
Warnings: Character death
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.



There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed. - Emily Bronte

I sense my time is almost spent. I feel my strength failing and I grow weary of my days at last, and my imprisonment within this aging body. The day fast approaches when I shall freely return Eru’s gift .I am ready now to journey beyond the circles of the world. I face the unknown without fear, for I trust in the One, who most surely desires the best for his children.

Unlike foolish Ar Pharazon, I accept that my final dwelling lies outside the bounds of Arda. We Men were never meant to linger for endless ages, nor to fear the final journey, which we must all take.

My only regrets are that I must leave Arwen and my children for a time. I fear for my poor lady, as death is not familiar to her. Unlike my fellow Men, she was not born knowing that to receive Eru’s gift was her ultimate destiny. My children will grieve, but they accept is the way of things; that the old must depart and make way for those that follow. Far better I should accept the grace that has been given to me than that they should have to witness me losing my powers of body and mind.. I have taught Eldarion all I know and he will make a great and noble king. It is time now to take up my crown and sceptre.

How I yearn to be reunited with all those loved ones who have gone before. My mother and Halbarad, dearest of kindred, and Faramir, who was like a son to me, as well as my brother in arms, Éomer, and the valiant Hobbits.

I have taken many journeys in my long life, but never before one so unknown. It will be my last and greatest adventure.

Sacrifice

Apr. 6th, 2009 11:32 pm
lindahoyland: (Halbarad)
Title – Responsibility
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Frodo
Rating G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




I don’t think I like adventures much. Nothing would please me more now, than to be safely back home in my comfortable Hobbit hole. I’ve done as Gandalf advised me and brought the Ring safely to Rivendell, where wiser folk than I can dispose of it.

But no one speaks; no one offers to take the burden from me. The Ring is mine, my responsibility. Maybe it did come to me for a purpose?

I know what I should do. Something greater than I compels me to speak;
“I will take the Ring though I do not know the way.”


Title – The Hour has Come
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Halbarad, Aragorn
Rating PG
Warnings: Character death
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
With grateful thanks to Raksha



My lord’s hour has come at last. Proudly, I hold his standard aloft, so all might see that the Heir of Elendil has come to claim his birthright.

The enemy assails me from all sides, eager to tear down this sign of hope.

I know that my death is approaching. I fear not; we Dúnedain are proud to die for Isildur's Heir. Gladly I answered my Chieftain’s call and followed him here. O, that I could see him crowned! That shall not be; yet it is a small sacrifice. I will die content; bearing the banner of the King Returned!


Title – To the End
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating PG
Warnings: Character deaths
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.


We won the field today, but it was only one battle, not the war. The cost was heavy indeed. Valiant Halbarad fell together with Théoden King and many more brave men.

I am weary. How tempting it would be to rest and let others continue the fight.

But no, I must fight on until the end, however bitter.

The Dark Lord now knows my name. I will draw him out. Let his eye fall on me so that Frodo may have a better chance! As I have begun, so I will go on! Sauron, come forth, I, Elendil’s heir, challenge you!

Sacrifice

Apr. 6th, 2009 11:32 pm
lindahoyland: (Halbarad)
Title – Responsibility
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Frodo
Rating G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




I don’t think I like adventures much. Nothing would please me more now, than to be safely back home in my comfortable Hobbit hole. I’ve done as Gandalf advised me and brought the Ring safely to Rivendell, where wiser folk than I can dispose of it.

But no one speaks; no one offers to take the burden from me. The Ring is mine, my responsibility. Maybe it did come to me for a purpose?

I know what I should do. Something greater than I compels me to speak;
“I will take the Ring though I do not know the way.”


Title – The Hour has Come
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Halbarad, Aragorn
Rating PG
Warnings: Character death
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
With grateful thanks to Raksha



My lord’s hour has come at last. Proudly, I hold his standard aloft, so all might see that the Heir of Elendil has come to claim his birthright.

The enemy assails me from all sides, eager to tear down this sign of hope.

I know that my death is approaching. I fear not; we Dúnedain are proud to die for Isildur's Heir. Gladly I answered my Chieftain’s call and followed him here. O, that I could see him crowned! That shall not be; yet it is a small sacrifice. I will die content; bearing the banner of the King Returned!


Title – To the End
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating PG
Warnings: Character deaths
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.


We won the field today, but it was only one battle, not the war. The cost was heavy indeed. Valiant Halbarad fell together with Théoden King and many more brave men.

I am weary. How tempting it would be to rest and let others continue the fight.

But no, I must fight on until the end, however bitter.

The Dark Lord now knows my name. I will draw him out. Let his eye fall on me so that Frodo may have a better chance! As I have begun, so I will go on! Sauron, come forth, I, Elendil’s heir, challenge you!
lindahoyland: (Default)
A/N The thoughts of three of Tolkiens characters in March 3019

Title – I believe in Yesterday
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Denethor
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




The world crumbles to ruin. It spins like a wheel that no man can halt. What hope is left for me? To die at the hand of Sauron’s minions. or to serve as the dotard chamberlain to a puppet of Mithrandir’s!

The past at least is secure, well nigh thousand years of selfless duty to Gondor we Stewards served. Kings we may not have been, but we loved our land as well as any scion of Elendil’s, better I would say!

I would join my longfathers in their quiet tombs and there dream forever of the glory that is fled.

Title – The Past at least is Secure
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Elrond
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




Yesterday, I feared Middle earth was doomed to darkness. Had Sauron triumphed, the Age of Men and Elves was over. I could have sailed to Valinor with my daughter, but would have left behind the sons of my body; together with one I came to love as my own child.

The One Ring is destroyed. I should rejoice, yet my heart is heavy. The power of Vilya is lost, and so is my daughter.

I try to share her joy as she speaks of joining her beloved Estel, but my heart is breaking. Yesterday was dark, and so is tomorrow.


Title – A Brighter Tomorrow
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Arwen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




Yesterday we stood at the brink of oblivion, our survival hanging by a mere thread. Today, thanks to Frodo and Sam, we have hope; hope for a future we scarcely could imagine yesterday.

I dare to dream of being with my love. At last our long years of waiting are over and I can take her as my wife and Queen! Together we will raise children and share our love till the end of our days.

The crown is now mine. Together with Arwen, I will restore Gondor and rebuild Arnor. I Envinyatar, embrace the future with joy and hope.
lindahoyland: (Default)
A/N The thoughts of three of Tolkiens characters in March 3019

Title – I believe in Yesterday
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Denethor
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




The world crumbles to ruin. It spins like a wheel that no man can halt. What hope is left for me? To die at the hand of Sauron’s minions. or to serve as the dotard chamberlain to a puppet of Mithrandir’s!

The past at least is secure, well nigh thousand years of selfless duty to Gondor we Stewards served. Kings we may not have been, but we loved our land as well as any scion of Elendil’s, better I would say!

I would join my longfathers in their quiet tombs and there dream forever of the glory that is fled.

Title – The Past at least is Secure
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Elrond
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




Yesterday, I feared Middle earth was doomed to darkness. Had Sauron triumphed, the Age of Men and Elves was over. I could have sailed to Valinor with my daughter, but would have left behind the sons of my body; together with one I came to love as my own child.

The One Ring is destroyed. I should rejoice, yet my heart is heavy. The power of Vilya is lost, and so is my daughter.

I try to share her joy as she speaks of joining her beloved Estel, but my heart is breaking. Yesterday was dark, and so is tomorrow.


Title – A Brighter Tomorrow
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Arwen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




Yesterday we stood at the brink of oblivion, our survival hanging by a mere thread. Today, thanks to Frodo and Sam, we have hope; hope for a future we scarcely could imagine yesterday.

I dare to dream of being with my love. At last our long years of waiting are over and I can take her as my wife and Queen! Together we will raise children and share our love till the end of our days.

The crown is now mine. Together with Arwen, I will restore Gondor and rebuild Arnor. I Envinyatar, embrace the future with joy and hope.
lindahoyland: (Strider)
Accusation

Title – My Looks are Against Me
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Halbarad, OMCs, OFCs
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




The two lads peered out from the side of the barn they were concealing themselves behind to observe the old woman disappearing down the lane.

“She won’t be back for ages,” said one, a lanky young fellow with a birthmark disfiguring his cheek.

“How do you know, Will?” asked the other, a shorter youth with an unruly mob of brown hair.

“She is visiting Widow Appledore, and between them, those two old biddies can talk a donkey’s hind leg off! Come on, Bob let’s get the eggs, we can make a tidy profit at the market this afternoon.”

“What if anyone guesses that we took them?” Bob protested.

“They won’t,” Will said firmly. “Not when there are Rangers around to blame. I saw two of them hanging around here last night. We’ll take the eggs into Bree to sell and should make a tidy bit of brass for them.”

***

“My eggs have been stolen!” The woman’s cry drew the attention of her neighbours who hurried out of their cottages or in from the surrounding fields and gardens where they were working.

“What is wrong, Mistress Mugwort?” Will asked solicitously.

“I went into the henhouse to collect my eggs to take to market and they have vanished, every one!” said the woman.

“What sort of despicable scoundrel would rob a poor old woman?” cried a man.

“There are Rangers in the area,” said Bob. “I saw a couple skulking around Mistress Appledore’s cottage last night.”

“Let’s find them and teach them a lesson they won’t forget!” said the man.

***
Aragorn and Halbarad were enjoying a leisurely luncheon in a field adjacent to Widow Appledore’s orchard. Hearing angry voices approaching they rose to their feet and prepared to draw their swords.

“How dare you rob a poor old woman!” Mistress Mugwort accused them.

“We have robbed no one,” Aragorn said calmly, though he regarded the dozen or so angry country folk with dismay.

“What has gone missing?” Halbarad enquired.

“A full basket of eggs. When I looked this morning my hens had laid a fine clutch of large brown eggs and now they are gone! How could you do such a thing?” She dabbed her eyes with her apron.

“I assure, we did not, good lady,” Aragorn repeated.

“What’s that on your plates then?” said Mistress Appledore. “It looks like eggs to me!”

“A woman in Bree gave us half a dozen in exchange for mending her roof,” Aragorn explained.

“Fiddlesticks!” cried the man. “You stole them! Now have the decency to pay for them and apologise.”

“We stole nothing,” said Aragorn, his eyes gleaming.

“They should be put in the pillory!” said Mistress Mugwort.

“Or horsewhipped out of town!” cried the Will.

“Thieves, good for nothing vagabonds!” shouted the man, spitting in the direction of the two Rangers.

Aragorn and Halbarad paused only to snatch up their packs before fleeing.

***

An hour or so later the Rangers flopped down exhausted behind a hedge.

“It seems our looks are against us, Aragorn remarked wryly once he had got his breath back.

“We try to help them and they repay us thus!” Halbarad said angrily. ”If they but knew who you were ...”

“They would not believe it if they did,” Aragorn replied taking a swig of water from his water skin.

“One day you will come into your own then those who reviled and falsely accused you will tremble, while others will cheer as you pass by,” said Halbarad.

Aragorn rose to his feet. “Come on, we cannot linger and brood on the matter. Orcs have been sighted in this area and will be abroad when night falls. We must be ready for them.”

****
Thirty years later

A crowd lined the roadside as the King and Queen ride through Bree. Amongst them were two men in their middle years, a tall man with a birthmark on his face and a stocky fellow with unruly greying hair.

The King reined in his horse and cried in a loud voice “Good people, you are all invited to a feast to celebrate my return to these lands.” Espying Nob, he recalled from the Prancing Pony, he dismounted and went to speak to the Hobbit.

“It can’t be!” Will exclaimed.

“I am certain he is one of those Rangers!” Bob replied. Not waiting to see if their suspicions were correct, the two fled.

“Whatever has got into those two?” a woman asked her neighbour.

“Who cares, there will be all the more food for us to enjoy,” the neighbour replied.

Aragorn smiled at the cheering crowd and recalled Halbarad’s words.
lindahoyland: (Strider)
Accusation

Title – My Looks are Against Me
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Halbarad, OMCs, OFCs
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




The two lads peered out from the side of the barn they were concealing themselves behind to observe the old woman disappearing down the lane.

“She won’t be back for ages,” said one, a lanky young fellow with a birthmark disfiguring his cheek.

“How do you know, Will?” asked the other, a shorter youth with an unruly mob of brown hair.

“She is visiting Widow Appledore, and between them, those two old biddies can talk a donkey’s hind leg off! Come on, Bob let’s get the eggs, we can make a tidy profit at the market this afternoon.”

“What if anyone guesses that we took them?” Bob protested.

“They won’t,” Will said firmly. “Not when there are Rangers around to blame. I saw two of them hanging around here last night. We’ll take the eggs into Bree to sell and should make a tidy bit of brass for them.”

***

“My eggs have been stolen!” The woman’s cry drew the attention of her neighbours who hurried out of their cottages or in from the surrounding fields and gardens where they were working.

“What is wrong, Mistress Mugwort?” Will asked solicitously.

“I went into the henhouse to collect my eggs to take to market and they have vanished, every one!” said the woman.

“What sort of despicable scoundrel would rob a poor old woman?” cried a man.

“There are Rangers in the area,” said Bob. “I saw a couple skulking around Mistress Appledore’s cottage last night.”

“Let’s find them and teach them a lesson they won’t forget!” said the man.

***
Aragorn and Halbarad were enjoying a leisurely luncheon in a field adjacent to Widow Appledore’s orchard. Hearing angry voices approaching they rose to their feet and prepared to draw their swords.

“How dare you rob a poor old woman!” Mistress Mugwort accused them.

“We have robbed no one,” Aragorn said calmly, though he regarded the dozen or so angry country folk with dismay.

“What has gone missing?” Halbarad enquired.

“A full basket of eggs. When I looked this morning my hens had laid a fine clutch of large brown eggs and now they are gone! How could you do such a thing?” She dabbed her eyes with her apron.

“I assure, we did not, good lady,” Aragorn repeated.

“What’s that on your plates then?” said Mistress Appledore. “It looks like eggs to me!”

“A woman in Bree gave us half a dozen in exchange for mending her roof,” Aragorn explained.

“Fiddlesticks!” cried the man. “You stole them! Now have the decency to pay for them and apologise.”

“We stole nothing,” said Aragorn, his eyes gleaming.

“They should be put in the pillory!” said Mistress Mugwort.

“Or horsewhipped out of town!” cried the Will.

“Thieves, good for nothing vagabonds!” shouted the man, spitting in the direction of the two Rangers.

Aragorn and Halbarad paused only to snatch up their packs before fleeing.

***

An hour or so later the Rangers flopped down exhausted behind a hedge.

“It seems our looks are against us, Aragorn remarked wryly once he had got his breath back.

“We try to help them and they repay us thus!” Halbarad said angrily. ”If they but knew who you were ...”

“They would not believe it if they did,” Aragorn replied taking a swig of water from his water skin.

“One day you will come into your own then those who reviled and falsely accused you will tremble, while others will cheer as you pass by,” said Halbarad.

Aragorn rose to his feet. “Come on, we cannot linger and brood on the matter. Orcs have been sighted in this area and will be abroad when night falls. We must be ready for them.”

****
Thirty years later

A crowd lined the roadside as the King and Queen ride through Bree. Amongst them were two men in their middle years, a tall man with a birthmark on his face and a stocky fellow with unruly greying hair.

The King reined in his horse and cried in a loud voice “Good people, you are all invited to a feast to celebrate my return to these lands.” Espying Nob, he recalled from the Prancing Pony, he dismounted and went to speak to the Hobbit.

“It can’t be!” Will exclaimed.

“I am certain he is one of those Rangers!” Bob replied. Not waiting to see if their suspicions were correct, the two fled.

“Whatever has got into those two?” a woman asked her neighbour.

“Who cares, there will be all the more food for us to enjoy,” the neighbour replied.

Aragorn smiled at the cheering crowd and recalled Halbarad’s words.
lindahoyland: (Eldarion)
Title – The Salt of the Earth
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Faramir, Aragorn, Arwen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.



Faramir picked up the elaborate silver saltshaker and sprinkled a little in his soup.

“Do you like it, Faramir?” Arwen enquired.

“I have acquired quite a taste for mushroom soup after Merry and Pippin convinced me of its merits,” the Steward replied.

“I meant the saltshaker,” said the Queen.

“It is very fine workmanship,” said Faramir studying it more closely, albeit with little of the enthusiasm, which he reserved for the soup.

“A gift from the Envoy from Khand,” said Aragorn. “A little too elaborate for my taste, as I sense it is for yours, but I felt we should at least use it once at a private gathering such as this, so I can tell the envoy his gift is appreciated. We all know how they value salt in Khand. When I was there in my younger days, they used it as their currency.”

“I will never forget the saltshakers we had in the nursery when I was a child,” said Faramir, a faraway expression on his face. “How I loved them!”

“You loved a saltshaker?” Aragorn had often tried to coax his Steward to speak of his childhood, which had often been less than happy. Faramir had confided many things, but this was one of the most surprising.

Faramir finished the last of his soup and put down his spoon. ”When Boromir and I were children,” he began, “we usually ate our meals in the nursery at a long table that doubled for our lessons. Boromir liked a lot of salt on his food, while I was too small to reach across the table. This led to some unseemly scuffles over passing the salt. At Mettarë, when Uncle Imrahil came to visit, he announced he had brought us saltshakers as gifts; one each, so that we would no longer fight. Boromir and I were most disappointed, but that changed when unwrapped our gifts.”

“It still seems an unsuitable gift for children,” Arwen observed. “I could not imagine giving Eldarion a saltshaker!”

“These were special ones,” Faramir explained. “They were made out of polished wood to resemble soldiers, Citadel Guards to be exact, their painted uniforms perfect copies of the ones worn by real soldiers. Uncle Imrahil gave us a solemn lecture that we must respect them, as our soldiers are the salt of the earth. Boromir and I loved them. We gave them names and even took them to bed with us.”

Aragorn grinned broadly. “Your beds must have been full of salt!”

Faramir laughed. ”That did indeed happen and we were made to do extra lessons as a punishment. Our nanny, though, bought some ordinary saltshakers from the market and told us we could play with the others, so long as we did not damage them, and they were put to their proper use when our Uncle came to visit. The paint became rather worn, but he assumed it was from shaking them.”

“Do you still have them?” Arwen enquired.

“I think so,” said Faramir. “I will have a look before I rejoin Éowyn at Emyn Arnen tomorrow.”

“If you can find them, perhaps we could have them on the table when we next come to dine,” said Arwen. “I should like to see them.”

“So should I,” said Aragorn, a gleam of interest in his eye. Those soldiers should march again. They say old soldiers never die.”

“Nor do men ever cease to be boys!” Arwen laughed.


A/N This story is based on fond memories of a salt and pepper in the shape of two wooden soldiers set my Mother bought me when I was a small child.I loved the red and black uniforms and bearskins of the soldiers who guard the Queen at Buckingham Palace
lindahoyland: (Eldarion)
Title – The Salt of the Earth
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Faramir, Aragorn, Arwen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.



Faramir picked up the elaborate silver saltshaker and sprinkled a little in his soup.

“Do you like it, Faramir?” Arwen enquired.

“I have acquired quite a taste for mushroom soup after Merry and Pippin convinced me of its merits,” the Steward replied.

“I meant the saltshaker,” said the Queen.

“It is very fine workmanship,” said Faramir studying it more closely, albeit with little of the enthusiasm, which he reserved for the soup.

“A gift from the Envoy from Khand,” said Aragorn. “A little too elaborate for my taste, as I sense it is for yours, but I felt we should at least use it once at a private gathering such as this, so I can tell the envoy his gift is appreciated. We all know how they value salt in Khand. When I was there in my younger days, they used it as their currency.”

“I will never forget the saltshakers we had in the nursery when I was a child,” said Faramir, a faraway expression on his face. “How I loved them!”

“You loved a saltshaker?” Aragorn had often tried to coax his Steward to speak of his childhood, which had often been less than happy. Faramir had confided many things, but this was one of the most surprising.

Faramir finished the last of his soup and put down his spoon. ”When Boromir and I were children,” he began, “we usually ate our meals in the nursery at a long table that doubled for our lessons. Boromir liked a lot of salt on his food, while I was too small to reach across the table. This led to some unseemly scuffles over passing the salt. At Mettarë, when Uncle Imrahil came to visit, he announced he had brought us saltshakers as gifts; one each, so that we would no longer fight. Boromir and I were most disappointed, but that changed when unwrapped our gifts.”

“It still seems an unsuitable gift for children,” Arwen observed. “I could not imagine giving Eldarion a saltshaker!”

“These were special ones,” Faramir explained. “They were made out of polished wood to resemble soldiers, Citadel Guards to be exact, their painted uniforms perfect copies of the ones worn by real soldiers. Uncle Imrahil gave us a solemn lecture that we must respect them, as our soldiers are the salt of the earth. Boromir and I loved them. We gave them names and even took them to bed with us.”

Aragorn grinned broadly. “Your beds must have been full of salt!”

Faramir laughed. ”That did indeed happen and we were made to do extra lessons as a punishment. Our nanny, though, bought some ordinary saltshakers from the market and told us we could play with the others, so long as we did not damage them, and they were put to their proper use when our Uncle came to visit. The paint became rather worn, but he assumed it was from shaking them.”

“Do you still have them?” Arwen enquired.

“I think so,” said Faramir. “I will have a look before I rejoin Éowyn at Emyn Arnen tomorrow.”

“If you can find them, perhaps we could have them on the table when we next come to dine,” said Arwen. “I should like to see them.”

“So should I,” said Aragorn, a gleam of interest in his eye. Those soldiers should march again. They say old soldiers never die.”

“Nor do men ever cease to be boys!” Arwen laughed.


A/N This story is based on fond memories of a salt and pepper in the shape of two wooden soldiers set my Mother bought me when I was a small child.I loved the red and black uniforms and bearskins of the soldiers who guard the Queen at Buckingham Palace

Teacher

Mar. 31st, 2009 11:12 pm
lindahoyland: (Strider)
Title – Well Taught
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




The man and his two children walked through the peaceful country lanes together.

“What bird is that?” asked his son, espying a black and white bird a little way ahead of them.

“A wagtail. See how his tail wags when he moves.”

“Can you eat those?” his daughter enquired when they passed a tree laden with scarlet berries.

“No, they taste bitter, but you can make medicine from them. Now, those berries on the far side of the lane are good to eat, but the nightshade plant beside them is poisonous.” The man paused and pointed to some hardly noticeable tracks in the grass. ”Look, a deer and her baby have passed by here! Shall we follow the trail?”

“Yes please!” the children chorused excitedly.

A little while later the family caught a glimpse of a doe suckling her fawn. The children gasped in wonder.

“How do you know so much, daddy?” asked the little girl.

The man paused, lost in thought. “When I was a lad, twenty years or more ago, I worked for old Butterbur in the Pony,” he replied. “Rangers, strange wandering men would sometimes call at the inn. We were all scared of such grim looking folk. Then one of them took ill and had to bide a while at the inn. Butterbur said I must take him his meals. I was right scared, but it turned out he was kindly enough once you got to know him. While he was recovering, he taught me all manner of interesting things that I never forgot.”

“What was his name?” asked the boy.

“He called himself Strider.”

”And what happened to him?” asked the little girl.

“I don’t rightly know, but I’d hazard a guess that the poor man perished in some lonely ditch. He was a fine woodsman and taught me well; but I fear no good came of such a wild, grim fellow!”





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Teacher

Mar. 31st, 2009 11:12 pm
lindahoyland: (Strider)
Title – Well Taught
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer – Middle-earth belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




The man and his two children walked through the peaceful country lanes together.

“What bird is that?” asked his son, espying a black and white bird a little way ahead of them.

“A wagtail. See how his tail wags when he moves.”

“Can you eat those?” his daughter enquired when they passed a tree laden with scarlet berries.

“No, they taste bitter, but you can make medicine from them. Now, those berries on the far side of the lane are good to eat, but the nightshade plant beside them is poisonous.” The man paused and pointed to some hardly noticeable tracks in the grass. ”Look, a deer and her baby have passed by here! Shall we follow the trail?”

“Yes please!” the children chorused excitedly.

A little while later the family caught a glimpse of a doe suckling her fawn. The children gasped in wonder.

“How do you know so much, daddy?” asked the little girl.

The man paused, lost in thought. “When I was a lad, twenty years or more ago, I worked for old Butterbur in the Pony,” he replied. “Rangers, strange wandering men would sometimes call at the inn. We were all scared of such grim looking folk. Then one of them took ill and had to bide a while at the inn. Butterbur said I must take him his meals. I was right scared, but it turned out he was kindly enough once you got to know him. While he was recovering, he taught me all manner of interesting things that I never forgot.”

“What was his name?” asked the boy.

“He called himself Strider.”

”And what happened to him?” asked the little girl.

“I don’t rightly know, but I’d hazard a guess that the poor man perished in some lonely ditch. He was a fine woodsman and taught me well; but I fear no good came of such a wild, grim fellow!”





Chibi by Whitewave

calendar

Mar. 31st, 2009 11:10 pm
lindahoyland: (Default)
Title – Rebirth
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Halbarad
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain



The two riders reached the summit of the hill pausing to allow their horses to rest.
Beneath them, the countryside lay spread out in a patchwork of green and white, fresh leaves and spring blossoms basking in the gentle warmth of the spring sunshine. In a nearby tree, a blackbird and a thrush sang sweetly.
Aragorn felt his heart soar at the sheer loveliness around him. His usually grim features relaxed into a smile.

“What pleases you so?” Halbarad enquired.

“April’s beauty,” Aragorn replied. ”Each springtime, nature’s joyful reawakening rekindles my hopes that we will defeat the darkness one day.”

calendar

Mar. 31st, 2009 11:10 pm
lindahoyland: (Default)
Title – Rebirth
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Halbarad
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain



The two riders reached the summit of the hill pausing to allow their horses to rest.
Beneath them, the countryside lay spread out in a patchwork of green and white, fresh leaves and spring blossoms basking in the gentle warmth of the spring sunshine. In a nearby tree, a blackbird and a thrush sang sweetly.
Aragorn felt his heart soar at the sheer loveliness around him. His usually grim features relaxed into a smile.

“What pleases you so?” Halbarad enquired.

“April’s beauty,” Aragorn replied. ”Each springtime, nature’s joyful reawakening rekindles my hopes that we will defeat the darkness one day.”

Law

Mar. 23rd, 2009 01:37 am
lindahoyland: (King Elessar)
Title – The Conscience of the King
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Beregond
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.




Aragorn had expected that as King he would be called upon to make some difficult decisions, but not so soon. His heart told him what was the right thing to do concerning Beregond. His head thought otherwise. If he were to gain the trust of his people, he must rule according to their laws and customs. But what if the law did not provide justice, what then?

The edict was clear “He who sheds blood in the Hallows must die.” A righteous law surely, but what if that blood were shed to save a life? No less a life than that of Faramir, faithful Captain, and beloved hero of his people. The man was now his Steward, and Aragorn loved him too. He would need and value his counsel. A life well worth saving indeed.

But what of the Porter’s life? No doubt to those who loved him, his life was worth as much, or more than Faramir’s. Alas, that the unfortunate man had so blindly obeyed Denethor’s crazed orders!

Beregond had a son, a worthy lad of but nine years. How would the lad fare if his father were executed according to the law? Had not enough children already lost their fathers on the field of battle? Maybe, the porter had children too? Killing Beregond would not bring back his victim, though.

The accused had fought bravely at the Black Gate and been wounded there. Pippin both praised his valour, as had many of Prince Imrahil’s men. Perhaps Beregond had sought an honourable death in battle to atone for his crime?

Aragorn studied the scroll of law again. There appeared to be another choice; that of exile. A kinder fate, surely? Maybe Éomer of Rohan would take the man to serve at his court? Men skilled with the sword were always needed. A pity, though to have to send a good soldier to Rohan when Gondor had need! Then what of young Bergil, who would be forced to share his father’s banishment?

Aragorn sighed and buried his face in his hands. He could not, would not deal so harshly with the man who had saved his Steward from being burned alive! Without the son of Denethor, his reign would have got off to an ill start indeed, and maybe not even been seen by many as legitimate! He would see Faramir was richly rewarded for his service to Gondor. Aragorn was minded to give him the Princedom of Ithilien.

Ithilien! A separate fiefdom with Faramir as its lord. Beregond was devoted to Faramir. An idea started to form in the King’s head. Smiling, he wrote down his judgement in keeping with the spirit of the law, if not the letter.

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