lindahoyland: (BTME)
B2MeM Challenge - All Oc, all the time, an in Law
Format: drabble

Genre: humour
Rating: G

Warnings: none
Characters: OMCS
Pairings:OMC/ OFC

Summary: Gilavir has an important question to ask.

A sequel to "A Woman's Touch" at
http://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/260146.html


“So you desire to wed my daughter?” The grizzled Ranger eyed Gilavir suspiciously. “Why?”

“She is fair as the sunrise, sweeter than honey, lovelier than-”

“I have heard on good authority that you desired a wife for the sole purpose of knitting your socks!”

 Gilavir flushed. “I did once, but that was before I met your Inzilwen.”

“What if I were to tell you that her knitting skills were sadly lacking and she could not make socks if her life depended on it?”

“I should still wish to wed her.”

“You may have her then. In truth she knits well!”



lindahoyland: (BTME)
B2MeM Challenge - All Oc, all the time, an in Law
Format: drabble

Genre: humour
Rating: G

Warnings: none
Characters: OMCS
Pairings:OMC/ OFC

Summary: Gilavir has an important question to ask.

A sequel to "A Woman's Touch" at
http://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/260146.html


“So you desire to wed my daughter?” The grizzled Ranger eyed Gilavir suspiciously. “Why?”

“She is fair as the sunrise, sweeter than honey, lovelier than-”

“I have heard on good authority that you desired a wife for the sole purpose of knitting your socks!”

 Gilavir flushed. “I did once, but that was before I met your Inzilwen.”

“What if I were to tell you that her knitting skills were sadly lacking and she could not make socks if her life depended on it?”

“I should still wish to wed her.”

“You may have her then. In truth she knits well!”



lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Arwen)
B2MeM Challenge - Four words - quit, deep,lapse, coy
Format: drabble

Genre: humour
Rating: PG

Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen
Pairings: Aragorn/ Arwen

Summary: Arwen is annoyed with Aragorn
.

Deep in thought, Aragorn pondered a knotty problem concerning affairs of state. His fidgety fingers felt in his pocket and grasped at his pipe. He took it out and looked at it longingly.

“Estel!” Arwen cried accusingly, appearing from around a corner. “I thought you had quit that nasty habit.”

“I have,” said Aragorn. “It was just a momentary lapse. He flushed like a child caught planning some mischief.

“Why so coy?” Arwen demanded crossly. “I know you want to light it. I will ensure you are not tempted again.” She seized the pipe and cast it into the fire.

lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Arwen)
B2MeM Challenge - Four words - quit, deep,lapse, coy
Format: drabble

Genre: humour
Rating: PG

Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen
Pairings: Aragorn/ Arwen

Summary: Arwen is annoyed with Aragorn
.

Deep in thought, Aragorn pondered a knotty problem concerning affairs of state. His fidgety fingers felt in his pocket and grasped at his pipe. He took it out and looked at it longingly.

“Estel!” Arwen cried accusingly, appearing from around a corner. “I thought you had quit that nasty habit.”

“I have,” said Aragorn. “It was just a momentary lapse. He flushed like a child caught planning some mischief.

“Why so coy?” Arwen demanded crossly. “I know you want to light it. I will ensure you are not tempted again.” She seized the pipe and cast it into the fire.

lindahoyland: (Healinghands)
B2MeM Challenge Tolkien's Tree- Nimloth.All Ocs, all the time- A poisoner.

Format: Short story

Genre: general,angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG13

Warnings: Adult themes

Characters: Aragorn, OFC

Pairings:none


Summary: A woman from Harad is determined to avenge her family

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

Dedicated to all my friends here on LJ who have given me so much support throughout this challenge
.


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lindahoyland: (Healinghands)
B2MeM Challenge Tolkien's Tree- Nimloth.All Ocs, all the time- A poisoner.

Format: Short story

Genre: general,angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG13

Warnings: Adult themes

Characters: Aragorn, OFC

Pairings:none


Summary: A woman from Harad is determined to avenge her family

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

Dedicated to all my friends here on LJ who have given me so much support throughout this challenge
.


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lindahoyland: (Faramir1)
B2MeM Challenge The Steward and his Sons - Seek for the sword that was broken; Tolkien's Tree- Nimloth.. Facets of Faramir - Questioner. Last Lines- - was alive but taken by the enemy.

Format: 300 Word FLF

Genre: general,
Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Characters: Faramir

Pairings: none


Summary: Faramir worries about his brother

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


He should have been granted the errand. It was his dream! Faramir groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his dark hair. To be fair, Boromir had dreamed the same dream, but only after Faramir had recounted it to his brother. Maybe Boromir had sensed his thoughts as they had slept alongside each other on the eve of the battle. Alternatively, had he talked in his sleep and caused his brother to dream?

Why had his father decided to send Boromir? His brother could less easily be spared. Faramir had questioned his father but received no answers. He could guess them, though. Denethor did not trust him. He knew the old lore as well as his father did.

Many swords had been broken in countless battles against the enemy as well as in kinstrife. Only one broken sword was deemed worthy of remembrance, though, Narsil, the sword of Elendil that had been shattered beneath him. His son, Isildur had pulled the broken sword from beneath his father’s body and cut the thing of which we do not speak, from the Dark Lord’s hand. Mithrandir had told him the tale.

Could it be then that some heir of Elendil’s yet lived and breathed?

Faramir thought of other dreams that he had dreamed; of the White Tree, alive and blossoming, as fair as Nimloth of old. Beside the tree had stood a man, tall and mighty as Elendil himself, wearing a crown and bearing a sceptre. Faramir had knelt to pay him homage and the King had smiled.

Months had passed, though, and there was no news of Boromir. Had some mishap befallen him? Surely he would sense if Boromir had been slain? Or what if an even worse fate had befallen him? He was alive but taken by the enemy?


lindahoyland: (Faramir1)
B2MeM Challenge The Steward and his Sons - Seek for the sword that was broken; Tolkien's Tree- Nimloth.. Facets of Faramir - Questioner. Last Lines- - was alive but taken by the enemy.

Format: 300 Word FLF

Genre: general,
Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Characters: Faramir

Pairings: none


Summary: Faramir worries about his brother

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


He should have been granted the errand. It was his dream! Faramir groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his dark hair. To be fair, Boromir had dreamed the same dream, but only after Faramir had recounted it to his brother. Maybe Boromir had sensed his thoughts as they had slept alongside each other on the eve of the battle. Alternatively, had he talked in his sleep and caused his brother to dream?

Why had his father decided to send Boromir? His brother could less easily be spared. Faramir had questioned his father but received no answers. He could guess them, though. Denethor did not trust him. He knew the old lore as well as his father did.

Many swords had been broken in countless battles against the enemy as well as in kinstrife. Only one broken sword was deemed worthy of remembrance, though, Narsil, the sword of Elendil that had been shattered beneath him. His son, Isildur had pulled the broken sword from beneath his father’s body and cut the thing of which we do not speak, from the Dark Lord’s hand. Mithrandir had told him the tale.

Could it be then that some heir of Elendil’s yet lived and breathed?

Faramir thought of other dreams that he had dreamed; of the White Tree, alive and blossoming, as fair as Nimloth of old. Beside the tree had stood a man, tall and mighty as Elendil himself, wearing a crown and bearing a sceptre. Faramir had knelt to pay him homage and the King had smiled.

Months had passed, though, and there was no news of Boromir. Had some mishap befallen him? Surely he would sense if Boromir had been slain? Or what if an even worse fate had befallen him? He was alive but taken by the enemy?


lindahoyland: (Faramir and Eowyn art)
B2MeM Challenge Song lyrics - Even though you're a big strong girl the best laid plans are in your open hands. The Steward and his Sons - Seek for the sword that was broken; Tolkien's Tree- Nimloth.. Book Titles - Dead Poet's Society. Facets of Faramir - Questioner. Last Lines- - was alive but taken by the enemy.

Format: Double

Genre: general,
Rating: PG

Warnings: Total hokum to fit in my prompts until I could write something better as the Muses were being stubborn yesterday.

Characters: Faramir, Eowyn

Pairings: Faramir/ Eowyn


Summary: Faramir and Eowyn discuss poetry

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


“I do not understand why you are so keen on this “Dead Poets Society,” said Éowyn. “You should concentrate on living poets. You are a fine poet yourself, who can write poetry of your own, rather than merely study the words of men long dead.”

“Always so practical, my Éowyn!” Faramir kissed her. “Even though you’re such a strong woman, the best laid plans are your open hands!”

“There you go making up poems again,” said Éowyn. “It just proves what I said.”

“Your words are wise,” said Faramir. “I will suggest that each member of the society write a new poem and read it to the others at the next meeting we hold.”

“What shall the poem be about?” asked Éowyn.

 “Nimloth, of which our White Tree is a scion,” said Faramir. “Or maybe about the dream Boromir and I had telling us to seek for the sword that was broken.

“Trust you to even write new poems on old lore!” said Éowyn.

“What would you have me write then?” Faramir questioned.

 “Why not write one about a poisoner, who killed all the poets of old? Or maybe the poets are still alive but taken prisoner by the enemy?”

lindahoyland: (Faramir and Eowyn art)
B2MeM Challenge Song lyrics - Even though you're a big strong girl the best laid plans are in your open hands. The Steward and his Sons - Seek for the sword that was broken; Tolkien's Tree- Nimloth.. Book Titles - Dead Poet's Society. Facets of Faramir - Questioner. Last Lines- - was alive but taken by the enemy.

Format: Double

Genre: general,
Rating: PG

Warnings: Total hokum to fit in my prompts until I could write something better as the Muses were being stubborn yesterday.

Characters: Faramir, Eowyn

Pairings: Faramir/ Eowyn


Summary: Faramir and Eowyn discuss poetry

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


“I do not understand why you are so keen on this “Dead Poets Society,” said Éowyn. “You should concentrate on living poets. You are a fine poet yourself, who can write poetry of your own, rather than merely study the words of men long dead.”

“Always so practical, my Éowyn!” Faramir kissed her. “Even though you’re such a strong woman, the best laid plans are your open hands!”

“There you go making up poems again,” said Éowyn. “It just proves what I said.”

“Your words are wise,” said Faramir. “I will suggest that each member of the society write a new poem and read it to the others at the next meeting we hold.”

“What shall the poem be about?” asked Éowyn.

 “Nimloth, of which our White Tree is a scion,” said Faramir. “Or maybe about the dream Boromir and I had telling us to seek for the sword that was broken.

“Trust you to even write new poems on old lore!” said Éowyn.

“What would you have me write then?” Faramir questioned.

 “Why not write one about a poisoner, who killed all the poets of old? Or maybe the poets are still alive but taken prisoner by the enemy?”

lindahoyland: (Gilraen)
B2MeM Challenge  Names and Titles of Aragorn - Estel; Snippets of Verse-One must have a mind of winter.

Format: ficlet

Genre: general, family,angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Gilraen. Ivorwen. Aragorn

Summary: Gilraen writes to her mother.


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

My dearest mother,

The Sons of Elrond are standing here beside me waiting while I pen you a few brief lines.

We are in good health and have been made most welcome in our refuge, but it is not home. I miss you so much as well as father, and Inzilbeth. Has Halbarad grown? I miss my friends too, and my heart is heavy with grief for my husband.

I can at least hope that one day I will see you all again, but not within the circles of the world will I ever behold my husband again! I had truly grown to love him. We shall not see his like again.

Estel is my solace and my pride and joy. One must have a mind of winter not to love him and smile at the things he does and says. He is the sweetest, most affectionate child who charms everyone he meets. He rarely cries or frets for his old life. Our host has provided him with a pony and he loves all animals, especially puppies and kittens. This spring he was much taken with the lambs too and was troubled that he could not bring them indoors.

It troubles me that Estel will have little chance of making friends of his own age. I play with him and make myself smile even when my heart is breaking. I have my child and he is my life and my heart’s joy. I think often on your words about his future and hope your farsight proves true.

I cannot say more, dearest mother, lest unfriendly eyes should chance upon this letter and threaten Estel’s safety. The sons of Elrond have promised to bring your reply when they are able.

I think of you every day, dearest mother,

Your loving daughter.


lindahoyland: (Gilraen)
B2MeM Challenge  Names and Titles of Aragorn - Estel; Snippets of Verse-One must have a mind of winter.

Format: ficlet

Genre: general, family,angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Gilraen. Ivorwen. Aragorn

Summary: Gilraen writes to her mother.


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

My dearest mother,

The Sons of Elrond are standing here beside me waiting while I pen you a few brief lines.

We are in good health and have been made most welcome in our refuge, but it is not home. I miss you so much as well as father, and Inzilbeth. Has Halbarad grown? I miss my friends too, and my heart is heavy with grief for my husband.

I can at least hope that one day I will see you all again, but not within the circles of the world will I ever behold my husband again! I had truly grown to love him. We shall not see his like again.

Estel is my solace and my pride and joy. One must have a mind of winter not to love him and smile at the things he does and says. He is the sweetest, most affectionate child who charms everyone he meets. He rarely cries or frets for his old life. Our host has provided him with a pony and he loves all animals, especially puppies and kittens. This spring he was much taken with the lambs too and was troubled that he could not bring them indoors.

It troubles me that Estel will have little chance of making friends of his own age. I play with him and make myself smile even when my heart is breaking. I have my child and he is my life and my heart’s joy. I think often on your words about his future and hope your farsight proves true.

I cannot say more, dearest mother, lest unfriendly eyes should chance upon this letter and threaten Estel’s safety. The sons of Elrond have promised to bring your reply when they are able.

I think of you every day, dearest mother,

Your loving daughter.


lindahoyland: (Gondor)
B2MeM Challenge- Waters - underwater scene; Last Lines -There wouldn't be any decent wine, would there?;First lines -The cold passes reluctantly from the earth and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills resting.;Tolkien's Trees - Elm.;Injuries and other ailments- Cough; Canon couples - Denethor/Finduilas

Format: 500 word FLF

Genre: angst.family

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Denethor

Pairings: Denethor/Finduilas

Summary: Denethor writes a letter.


The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills resting.

Denethor scrambled to his feet and stretched out his long limbs. He fumbled in his pack and took out writing materials. There was time to write to Finduilas before the rest of the camp was abroad.

He seated himself beneath a nearby elm tree, his back against the trunk and the parchment upon his lap. He began to write.

My dearest wife,

 The campaign is going well and I find myself with a moment of leisure to write to you.

It gladdened my heart to learn that our Boromir is doing so well with his sword practise for one so young. Our son will make a mighty warrior and a great Steward in the fullness of time. I miss my boy so much! He is such a remarkable child.

So Faramir is now a precocious talker who has learned to recite some verses despite his tender years? I am glad the boy is proving intelligent, but hope he will prove as apt with the sword as his brother. You think the little one gives such clever answers that he has the makings of a statesman? A worthy calling, but not in this present age when Gondor has such sore need of warriors.

I hope you are taking care of your health, dear wife, and the cough you have been suffering from these past months is improved. Have you consulted another healer yet? The woman who said you needed sea air obviously didn’t know what she was talking about.

We passed by a great lake yesterday and saw a truly remarkable sight. The water was very clear and the rocks beneath gave the appearance of underwater ruins. It made me think of Númenor of old. I wonder if the ruins appear thus on the ocean bed? We few Men of the West and our beloved Gondor are now all that remain of the former glories of our people. We must fight to our last drop of blood to preserve what is left to us in these latter days.

The camp was now stirring. His men would be awaiting their orders. Denethor dipped his quill in the inkpot and concluded his letter.

Have no fear for my safety, Finduilas. Now I am Ruling Steward, my duty is to command and inspire the men rather than throw myself into the affray. I hope to be reunited with you before Mettarë.

Your loving husband, Denethor, Steward to the House of Anárion.

He sealed the letter and got to his feet. He paused for a moment and looked up at the elm. For some reason the bare branches reminded him of the White Tree. This common elm would sprout in springtime, though, while the White Tree would remain forever lifeless.

A deep melancholy seized Denethor. He called to his servant for breakfast and as an afterthought asked. “There wouldn’t be any decent wine, would there?”

lindahoyland: (Gondor)
B2MeM Challenge- Waters - underwater scene; Last Lines -There wouldn't be any decent wine, would there?;First lines -The cold passes reluctantly from the earth and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills resting.;Tolkien's Trees - Elm.;Injuries and other ailments- Cough; Canon couples - Denethor/Finduilas

Format: 500 word FLF

Genre: angst.family

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Denethor

Pairings: Denethor/Finduilas

Summary: Denethor writes a letter.


The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills resting.

Denethor scrambled to his feet and stretched out his long limbs. He fumbled in his pack and took out writing materials. There was time to write to Finduilas before the rest of the camp was abroad.

He seated himself beneath a nearby elm tree, his back against the trunk and the parchment upon his lap. He began to write.

My dearest wife,

 The campaign is going well and I find myself with a moment of leisure to write to you.

It gladdened my heart to learn that our Boromir is doing so well with his sword practise for one so young. Our son will make a mighty warrior and a great Steward in the fullness of time. I miss my boy so much! He is such a remarkable child.

So Faramir is now a precocious talker who has learned to recite some verses despite his tender years? I am glad the boy is proving intelligent, but hope he will prove as apt with the sword as his brother. You think the little one gives such clever answers that he has the makings of a statesman? A worthy calling, but not in this present age when Gondor has such sore need of warriors.

I hope you are taking care of your health, dear wife, and the cough you have been suffering from these past months is improved. Have you consulted another healer yet? The woman who said you needed sea air obviously didn’t know what she was talking about.

We passed by a great lake yesterday and saw a truly remarkable sight. The water was very clear and the rocks beneath gave the appearance of underwater ruins. It made me think of Númenor of old. I wonder if the ruins appear thus on the ocean bed? We few Men of the West and our beloved Gondor are now all that remain of the former glories of our people. We must fight to our last drop of blood to preserve what is left to us in these latter days.

The camp was now stirring. His men would be awaiting their orders. Denethor dipped his quill in the inkpot and concluded his letter.

Have no fear for my safety, Finduilas. Now I am Ruling Steward, my duty is to command and inspire the men rather than throw myself into the affray. I hope to be reunited with you before Mettarë.

Your loving husband, Denethor, Steward to the House of Anárion.

He sealed the letter and got to his feet. He paused for a moment and looked up at the elm. For some reason the bare branches reminded him of the White Tree. This common elm would sprout in springtime, though, while the White Tree would remain forever lifeless.

A deep melancholy seized Denethor. He called to his servant for breakfast and as an afterthought asked. “There wouldn’t be any decent wine, would there?”

lindahoyland: (Gondor)
B2MeM Challenge Emotions- hope; I All Ocs, all the time - a minor noble; Last Lines- AI'll come with you;First lines - discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house; Love in M-e- And love grew between them as little might be thought.Rangers of the North- Aranath
Format: short story

Genre: general

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Aragorn, OFC

Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen


Summary: A young girl discovers a hidden refuge

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: (Gondor)
B2MeM Challenge Emotions- hope; I All Ocs, all the time - a minor noble; Last Lines- AI'll come with you;First lines - discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house; Love in M-e- And love grew between them as little might be thought.Rangers of the North- Aranath
Format: short story

Genre: general

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Aragorn, OFC

Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen


Summary: A young girl discovers a hidden refuge

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: (Faramir1)
B2MeM Challenge Here we come a carolling - And they looked up and saw a star;Song lyrics - You're a one man shift in the weather, you're the woman who just won't sell. Beasts - Oliphant; Waters- sea,: Colours- rose; Names and Titles of Aragorn - Envinyatar; The Steward and his Sons - Second Son; Talents and Skills - Sailing.Last lines; I'll just make more tea.

Format: ficlet

Genre: general, family,angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: adult themes

Characters: Faramir, Eowyn, Aragorn, Denethor

Pairings: Faramir/ Eowyn


Summary: Faramir is tossed on stormy seas.


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: (BTME)
B2MeM Challenge - Four words - vase, leech, possibility, armful
Format: drabble

Genre: humour
Rating: PG

Warnings: minor injury, spider
Characters: Frodo, Sam, Lobelia

Pairings: None

Summary: Frodo is injured.


“Whatever’s happened, Mr Frodo?” Sam asked in alarm. “You are bleeding! Shall I send for a leech?”

“Lobelia hit me with her umbrella,” Frodo sighed, mopping the blood from a cut on his head with a handkerchief.”

“What did she do that for?” asked Sam.

“I took her an armful of your best roses and a spider crawled out of one when she put them in a vase. She was certain I had put the spider there on purpose and would not entertain the possibility that it could be an accident.”

“Spider indeed! I’ll put a wasp in next time!”

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