lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)
"But when Aragorn arose all that beheld him gazed in silence, for it seemed to them that he was revealed to them now for the first time. Tall he seemed and yet in the flower of manhood; and wisdom sat upon his brow, and strength and healing were in his hands, and a light was about him."
Format: short story
Genre: friendship
Rating: PG
Warnings: alcohol consumption
Characters: Aragorn, Faramir
Pairings: none
Summary: Faramir discovers an unexpected side to the new King.
With thanks to Raksha

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Escape

B2MeM 2013 Day Five

B2MeM 2013 Day Five

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Written for BTME and now revised and reposted.
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)
A Light in Dark Places

“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring


B2MeM 2013 Day Six

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Friendship

B2MeM 2013 Day Six


B2MeM Challenge: Friendship

"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,

Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.

It lies behind stars and under hills,

And empty holes it fills.

It comes first and follows after,

Ends life, kills laughter."

Format: Ficlet

Genre: friendship, angst, h/c

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli

Pairings: none

Summary: A hunting trip goes awry.

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

Dedicated to Cairistiona> and Ellynn Ithilwen on the occasion of their birthdays.


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A/n. The riddles are taken directly from “The Hobbit” by Tolkien. This is a revised version of a story I wrote for BTME13.
lindahoyland: (Eldarion)
Title; Sights best Left Unseen

B2MeM Challenge: Loss of innocence
Format: short story
Genre: angst, humour, hurt/comfort, family
Rating: PG
Warnings: mention of wounds and medical procedures
Characters: Aragorn, Eldarion, OMC
Pairings: none
Disclaimer:The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.


A revised version of a story I wrote for BTME13
B2MeM 2013 Day One--Loss of Innocence

B2MeM 2013 Day Thirteen

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lindahoyland: (crown)
B2MeM Challenge: Zeal

"Be he friend or foe or foul offspring

of Morgoth Bauglir, be he mortal dark

that in after days on earth shall dwell,

shall no law nor love nor league of Gods,

no might nor mercy, not moveless fate,

defend him for ever from the fierce vengeance

of the sons of Feanor, whoso seize or steal

or finding keep the fair enchanted

globes of crystal whose glory dies not,

the Silmarils. We have sworn for ever!"

Format: 300 word ficlet

Genre: general

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Characters: Aragorn, OMC

Pairings: none

Summary: Aragorn faces opposition to change

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

A/n. This ficlet is a sort of footnote to my story “Oaths of Allegiance”

http://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/448785.html


B2MeM 2013 Day One--Zeal

B2MeM 2013 Day Thirty

Aragorn looked up from the papers he was working on as the Master of Ceremonies was shown in. “You wished to see me, Master Mardil?” he enquired.

“Yes, my lord. I thank you for taking the time to speak to me. I am most concerned about the oaths that were taken this morning.”

Aragorn replaced his quill in the inkpot and sighed. “What troubles you, Master Mardil?” he asked. “I thought the ceremony went well and hope tomorrow’s goes as smoothly.”

Mardil cleared his throat. “There is a problem, my lord. I fear you have been misinformed over the order of the words in the oath of allegiance.”

Aragorn raised his eyebrows. “Really? I thought I knew the words well.”

“I am sure that you do, sire, but the oath ends fealty with love, valour with honour, oath-breaking with vengeance. Today you said valour with honour, oath-breaking with vengeance; fealty with love. ”

“Indeed, I did, Master Mardil. Such was my intention.”

Mardil looked shocked. “My lord!” he protested. “The wording of the oath has been unchanged in almost a thousand years! It is unthinkable.”

Aragorn regarded him with a steely gaze. “Why should the wording not be changed? Does it make the oath less binding?”

“No, my lord, but it goes against tradition and protocol!”

“Some traditions are outmoded and benefit from change. I appreciate your zeal for tradition, Master Mardil, but the wording of the oath as it stood with the emphasis on vengeance reminded me over much of the oath of Fëanor and his sons. This is a new age. I would hope I can rule with love rather than vengeance.”

“But, my lord!”

“You may leave me now.”

Aragorn sighed as Mardil strutted off. It seemed he had exchanged fighting Orcs to battling over- zealous officials.
lindahoyland: (Faramir and Eowyn art)

B2MeM Challenge: Youth

"Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn."

Format: ficlet
Genre: family
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Faramir, Éowyn  OFCs
Pairings: Faramir/Éowyn
Summary: Faramir’s daughter has a vision.

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

A/n This is set very much in my sub universe and is linked to “The White Tree”, “Harvest Dreams”, “Web of Treason” and “Burden of Guilt” amongst other stories.

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Youth



B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Nine

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Nine

Faramir was awakened from a deep slumber by a loud knock upon the chamber door. His years as a soldier had made him instantly alert and he was already pulling on his robe over his nightshirt while Éowyn was still stirring from  a deep slumber.

He opened the door to behold his young daughter’s nursery maid, also in her night attire. “Please, my lord,” she said, “Lady Elestelle is in some sort of trance. Lady Elbeth called for me. I thought Lady Elestelle was just dreaming but I cannot wake her!”

“I will come.”

Faramir ran the short distance to the girls’ nursery, with a now fully awake Éowyn close behind him. Elestelle and his niece, Elbeth had their own rooms, but the two chambers were connected so the girls could share if they wished. The nursery maid slept in a small adjoining room.

Elestelle was in Elbeth’s room, lying in bed. Her eyes were open but she was staring as if she could see some marvel on the bedroom wall. An expression of rapture was on her small face. Elbeth had had the presence of mind to light a lamp which brightly illuminated the chamber.

“Elestelle was having nightmares and I said she could stay with me tonight,” Elbeth explained.

“She is getting her grown up teeth. Maybe she has a fever?” Éowyn said anxiously.

“The pretty lady is crowned by the sun!” said Elestelle. She blinked then looked around her in bewilderment. “Where is she? I saw her. She was a lady, but like a tree. Her hair was the branches and fell like golden dew. Everywhere was so green where her hair touched. I offered her an ear of wheat and she gave me a crown!”

“There is no lady here,” said Éowyn. She anxiously felt her little daughter’s forehead. “You do not appear to have a fever, so it must have been a vivid dream. Maybe you ate too much cheese earlier?”

“Elestelle wasn’t dreaming,” Elbeth insisted. “She was awake. She was telling me about her new party frock when it happened.”

Éowyn paled. “Alas! It must be some kind of fit!” she exclaimed. “My poor baby! I must send for Aragorn. Maybe the Elves have some remedy?”

Faramir, who had been regarding his daughter thoughtfully, now spoke. “Be comforted,” he said. “Elestelle was having a vision, not a fit. I believe she saw Lady Yavanna. She is greatly blessed. I have had these visions for much of my life and they began when I was seven or eight years old. They foretold the future and helped me through the darkest times of my life.”

Éowyn looked far from convinced but said no more.

“We will talk more in the morning, my sweetest,” he said. “Sleep now or you will be too tired for your riding lesson tomorrow.” He lightly kissed both girls on the brow and after telling the nursemaid to call if she had cause for concern, left the room with Éowyn.

“It sounds more like a curse than a blessing to me!” said Éowyn as soon as they were back in their bedchamber.

“I have come to see the visions as a blessing,” said Faramir. “Aragorn told me they showed that the blood of Númenor was not yet spent. Now another generation has the mental gifts of her ancestors.”

Éowyn sighed. “I am glad that Aragorn helps you use the powers of the mind you have been gifted by your forebears,” she said. “I had wished, though, in this new age it might be otherwise for our children. Elestelle has had prophetic dreams before now, but I had hoped she had been spared anything that seems to me uncanny in a child of my flesh. I would far rather she be a good rider than have unusual powers of the mind!”

“She is my child too,” Faramir said gently. “Long have I suspected she had these abilities and hoped that at least one of my children would share my gift. The circumstances of Elestelle’s birth led me to suspect she might have a special destiny. I have seen no signs of Númenorean mental abilities in Elboron.”

Éowyn nodded. “I suspected Elestelle took after you too, but hoped I was wrong. I respect your gifts as part of you, Faramir. It just seems so strange to see them in my little girl. I fear it might distance her from me.”

“It does not cause distance between you and I, beloved,” said Faramir, kissing her tenderly. “It will be just a small part of herself that she shares with me, much like I share my mental gifts with Aragorn. My visions have served me well in the past.”

Éowyn returned his kiss. “If Elestelle did have a vision, what could such a strange one portend?” she mused.

“It could mean many things,” said Faramir. “Most likely that we shall have a fruitful harvest and the land will continue flourish under Aragorn’s rule.”

“That is good to know,” said Éowyn as she climbed back into bed.

“Our young daughter is truly blessed to have seen Yavanna,” said Faramir. “We need not fear for her.”

lindahoyland: (Tahir)

B2MeM Challenge: Xenophobia
Format: short story
Genre: hurt/comfort, friendship
Rating: PG13
Warnings: injuries, adult themes
Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, OMC
Pairings: OMC/OFC
Summary: Ambassador Tahir is shot.

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

A/N;I have had this story in my head for a while and BTME inspired me to write it down. I might well expand and revise it in the future.

It will make the story clearer if you have read “East is East” (written for BTME 2 years ago)

http://lindahoyland.yolasite.com/east-is-east.php

and

Wars and Rumours of War

http://lindahoyland.yolasite.com/wars-and-rumours-of-war.php

I hope,though it can be enjoyed on its own.

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Xenophobia

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Eight

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lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)

B2MeM Challenge: Wisdom.
"And this the Valar did, desiring to amend the errors of old, especially that they had attempted to guard and seclude the Eldar by their own might and glory fully revealed; whereas now their emissaries were forbidden to reveal themselves in forms of majesty, or to seek to rule the wills of Men and Elves by open display of power, but coming in shapes weak and humble were bidden to advise and persuade Men and Elves to good, and to seek to unite in love and understanding all those whom Sauron, should he come again, would endeavour to dominate and corrupt."

Format: ficlet
Genre: friendship
Rating: PG
Warnings: mention of rape and murder
Characters: Aragorn, Faramir
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: Aragorn and Faramir discuss justice and mercy.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Six

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Wisdom

“You look thoughtful, mellon nîn,” said Aragorn. Together with his Steward, he returning to his apartments for the noonday meal after a morning spent judging and sentencing prisoners. Faramir had been invited to dine with the King and Queen.

“I was thinking that had my father judged those miscreants, they would be all facing the gallows rather than just one,” Faramir replied.

Aragorn regarded his friend quizzically. “You disapprove?” he asked.

“Not at all. It gladdens my heart that you temper justice with mercy.”

“They were very different cases,” Aragorn said thoughtfully. “The first, I had no hesitation in condemning that tailor to death.”

“Neither would I,” said Faramir. “A man who violates a woman then kills her to silence her is lower than any wild beast.”

“That was my view too,” said Aragorn. “And a wild beast can neither be tamed nor trusted, so he had to die. The other prisoners, though, I feel deserve a second chance.”

“A drunken brawl can too easily lead to tragedy,” said Faramir. “That is one reason why I am careful not to partake of too much wine.”

“It is not in your nature to be violent,” said Aragorn. “You become sentimental after too much wine, unlike the mason I sentenced today. I am certain he did not mean to kill, though. It seemed sheer misfortune that the man he punched fell on his own sword when he landed and died as result.”

“He was full of remorse,” said Faramir.

“Which is why I sentenced him to exile in the North,” Aragorn replied. “I doubt he will overindulge in drink again. In the North he can built a new life far away from the family  and friends of the man he killed.”

“I feel for them,” said Faramir.

“As do I,” said Aragorn. “I have ordered that a part of the mason’s wages must go to support the victim’s family.

“A wise decision,” said Faramir. “So too was your treatment of the deserter.”

“The young fool!” Aragorn exclaimed. “Had he but asked, his captain would most likely have granted him leave to visit his new born son. I pity the young man, but even more so the wife whom he has caused so much heartache. Then what must his comrades feel? They need to be able to trust one another on the battlefield completely.”

“Your punishment was just,” said Faramir. “Hard labour helping to refurbish the barracks and dismissal from the army. He should count himself fortunate, my father would have had him flogged, then hung. Those were different times, though.”

“I was fortunate to have a very wise teacher,” said Aragorn. “One of Gandalf’s favourite sayings was “Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.”

“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?” Faramir added. “He often said that to me too.”

“We were fortunate to have him share his wisdom with us,” said Faramir.

“Daily I try to live by it,” said Aragorn. “The Valar sent him to teach men to unite against Sauron in love and understanding.”

“Alas that my father did not heed him!” said Faramir.

“Even Sauraman fell away from wisdom and he was an Istar like Gandalf,” said Aragorn.

Just then a bell rang proclaiming the hour.

“We are late for the noonday meal,” said Aragorn. “We must hurry. Arwen will be wondering where we are.”

“No wise man keeps his lady waiting!” said Faramir.

Memories

Mar. 31st, 2013 11:40 pm
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)

B2MeM Challenge: Vanity

“"He it was that now rode out, and with him came only a small company of black-harnessed soldiery, and a single banner, black but bearing on it in red the Evil Eye. Now halting a few paces before the Captains of the West he looked them up and down and laughed.

'Is there anyone in this rout with authority to treat with me?' he asked. 'Or indeed with wit to understand me? Not thou at least!' he mocked, turning to Aragorn with scorn. 'It needs more to make a king than a piece of elvish glass, or a rabble such as this. Why, any brigand of the hills can show as good a following!'"


"And last of all the mounting wave, green and cold and plumed with foam, climbing over the land, took to its bosom Tar-Míriel the Queen, fairer than silver or ivory or pearls. Too late she strove to ascend the steep ways of the Meneltarma to the holy place; for the waters overtook her, and her cry was lost in the roaring of the wind."

Format: ficlet
Genre: angst, friendship.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, OMC,OFC
Pairings: OMC/OFC

Summary: Aragorn and Faramir visit Tahir,
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

A sequel to  “Heroes”

http://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/434879.html

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Vanity

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Five

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Five


“We should honour our heroes, but I confess I am always relieved when the ceremonies are over,” said Aragorn. He leaned back against the cushions scattered across the floor in Tahir’s residence and stretched out his long legs.

“I am thankful that your people accepted my presence, esteemed friends,” said Tahir. “I feared that they might jeer at the sight of one who fought against them.”

“I am glad they did not,” said Faramir. He drained his cup of sherbet tea and placed it on tray in front of him. “I was pleased to see how much loved my lady and the King are, but I too, am always glad when this day is over. It brings back too many memories.” He closed his eyes and murmured. “My poor brother’s death, my father’s madness, the Nazgûl…” His voice trailed away.

“I recall how we set out to battle so proudly and so convinced that we would triumph,” said Tahir. “How deluded we were, esteemed friends! My worst memory is the fear I felt at our defeat. I was so afraid that my fair blossom would be dishonoured and my children killed or sold into slavery. We believed you would have done the same harm to us as we intended to do to you during those evil times!”

Aragorn sipped his tea thoughtfully. “Sauron deceived many, my friend, not least the folk of Númenor, who in their foolish vanity sought to conquer Valinor after Sauron told them they would live forever if they did.”

“I have heard something of the story, esteemed friend,” said Tahir. “The people drowned did they not?”

“A great wave swallowed up Númenor and all who dwelt there,” said Aragorn. “Some deserved their fate, but many others did not. I wept when I learned the story in my youth. Lore tells us that Ar-Pharazôn’s Queen, Tar-Míriel, was a good woman, faithful to the law of the Valar. It is said that when the great wave approached, she tried to seek refuge on the holy mountain, but the waters carried her away.”

“That story grieves me too,” said Faramir. “I hope that she found peace beyond the circles of the world.”

“It troubles me sometimes that men like Ar-Pharazôn were of my kin,” said Aragorn. “The Men of Númenor have done much good, but also much evil when they succumbed to vanity. One of my most disturbing memories of the war was the meeting with the Mouth of Sauron.”

“It must have torn your heart to believe that Frodo and Sam were captured and being put to torment,” said Faramir.

“It did truly,” said Aragorn. “The thought made my blood run cold. What haunts me, though, is that the Mouth of Sauron was once a Númenórean. Had the Ring overcome me, I would have become like that foul creature!” Aragorn shuddered and touched the green gem he wore upon his breast. “The Mouth of Sauron spoke of this precious gem as “a piece of elvish glass”. Had I fallen under the Ring’s influence; that is how I might have perceived it! The Mouth of Sauron was wholly evil; a minion of Sauron’s utterly consumed with his own vanity. He had hopes of being Lord of Orthanc, we gathered from his words. Yet that creature was once a man like me!”

“Not like you at all!” said Faramir. “You have not a vain bone in your body! Never are happier than when you can go unnoticed amongst the humble folk!”

“You sit beside us on the floor, esteemed Lord Aragorn,” said Tahir. “Never would I have believed a great and mighty lord to do thus. It seems that the Men of Númenor are much like the Men of Harad, a mixture of bad and good.”

“You speak wisely, my friend,” said Faramir.

Just then, Lady Adiva appeared with a plate of cakes flavoured with ginger and lavender. Behind her walked her faithful maid, Falah, bearing more tea.

Aragorn and Faramir greeted the lady and accepted a cake each.

Aragorn took a bite and smiled. “I doubt that the Men of Númenor at her height ever produced such delicious cakes!” he exclaimed.

“Ah,” said Lady Adiva. “That will be the ginger. It grows the lands of the Easterlings, esteemed friends. We trade our silks to obtain it and have done for many generations. It would honour me greatly if you would take some cakes for the esteemed Lady Arwen and Lady Éowyn.”

“We would be happy to,” said Aragorn.

“Will you sit with us for a while, my fair blossom?” said Tahir. “Our hearts are shadowed with memories of the dark days of the false Lord of Gifts. Speak to us of happier matters.”

“Gladly, honoured husband,” said Adiva, settling herself on one of the cushions beside Tahir. ”I will tell you of the great spice caravans that cross our lands laden with ginger and other spices.”

lindahoyland: (crown)

B2MeM Challenge: Unity
"Next to it lay a treasure without price, long mourned as lost for ever: the Elendilmir itself, the white star of Elvish crystal upon a fillet of mithril that had descended from Silmarien to Elendil, and had been taken by him as the token of royalty in the North Kingdom."
Format: short story
Genre: angst, friendship.
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, OMC
Pairings: none

Summary: The King returns to the North and meets an old friend.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

For [livejournal.com profile] shirebound on her birthday.

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Unity

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Three

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Three

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lindahoyland: (Eldarion)
B2MeM Challenge: Tradition.
"Then it was that the Noldor first bethought them of letters, and Rúmil of Tirion was the name of the loremaster who first achieved fitting signs for the recording of speech and song, some for graving upon metal or in stone, others for drawing with brush or with pen."
Format: ficlet
Genre: humour,family.
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Eldarion, Arwen
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: Eldarion is a reluctant scholar.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.


B2MeM 2013 Day One--Tradition

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Two

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-Two



“How is my son progressing with learning to write the alphabet?” Aragorn asked Eldarion’s tutor .

“Slowly, I fear sire,” the man replied. “He speaks it aloud fluently, but shows little inclination to learn to write it down.”

“I shall speak to him,” said Aragorn. “I desire my boy to be well lettered.”

Aragorn made his way to the nursery where he found Eldarion seated at his small desk. In front of him were quill, ink, and a file of sheets of parchment. The little boy was scowling as he dripped inkblots all over the parchment. He looked wistfully across the room to where his painted wooden dragon was sitting on a chair.

“How is your writing progressing, ion nîn?” Aragorn enquired.

“Who invented stupid writing?” asked the boy.

“Writing is not stupid,” Aragorn replied. “It is an art. Tradition says that the alphabet was invented first by the loremaster, Rumil, and then improved by Fëanor, who also made the great light that adorns Eärendil’s ship.

“He should have made more lights and not these stupid letters!” cried Eldarion. “I hate them! I want to be the only person in Gondor who cannot write!” He threw the quill down, splattering ink everywhere.

“I fear that cannot be so,” said Aragorn. “There are many boys who would love to learn to write, but their parents are not able to send them to school. Instead, they must work in the fields.”

“Well, let one of those boys learn in my place! It would be much more fun to work in the fields!”

Aragorn pulled up a chair beside the boy. “That is not possible, ion nîn. You need to learn to write.”

“I’m going to be a Ranger and Rangers don’t write letters.”

“You are mistaken about that, Eldarion. What if you had a sweetheart and wanted to write to her?”

“I don’t like girls. They are silly and play with dolls.”

“You might change your mind about that when you are older, ion nîn,” said Aragorn gravely. “One day, though, you will be King and a king must be able to read and write.”

“Why?” asked Eldarion. “When I’m king, I’ll order my servants to write things down for me!”

“Indeed you would employ scribes as I do,” said Aragorn. “But if I make a new law or issue a decree, it must, by tradition and the law of the land, have my signature upon it.”

“Why can’t the scribe sign it?”

“If a decree was not signed by me, people would have no way of knowing that I issued it,” Aragorn explained patiently. “Everyone would be trying to issue new laws. Maybe, for example, someone who didn’t like cakes, might issue a decree saying no more cakes were to be made and claim I had issued such a decree. Then someone else might issue a law to ban toy dragons! No one would know which was a real law decreed by me and approved by the Council, or not.”

“Could they really, ada?”

“They could if I did not sign every decree.” Aragorn said solemnly before being overcome by a sudden fit of coughing.

Eldarion looked thoughtful and slowly picked up his quill again. “Maybe I should learn to write then?”

“A wise decision, ion nîn.” Aragorn tried to look grave, but he was smiling. He took the quill from the boy, dipped it in the ink, and wrote “Eldarion” in large clear letters.

“I suggest you practise writing your name,” the King said.

An hour later, Eldarion proudly showed his mother his signature in rather shaky but legible characters. “I’ve got to learn writing so the scribes can’t ban cakes and dragons!” he told her.

“Cakes and dragons?” Arwen asked in bewilderment.

“It is a long story,” said Aragorn.

Arwen studied the parchment. “I am so proud of you, Eldarion,” she said.

“And so am I,” said Aragorn.
lindahoyland: (A/A)

B2MeM Challenge: Sacrifice.
“Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all fear pass away!"
Format: ficlet
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: Aragorn reflects on the anniversary of his coronation.
For Tolkien Day
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-One

B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty-One

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Sacrifice

Aragorn had worn the crown for a year now. It was far from light, but it was a burden that he was born to bear and he tried his utmost to be worthy of it.

The King stood looking out at the sunset. The red ball gradually sank lower in the sky until it disappeared beneath the western horizon. His thoughts turned to his beloved lady. He wondered how she felt when she beheld the sunset. Did she regret the sacrifice she had made in forsaking the utmost west to cleave to him?

What had he given her in return? The crown of Gondor and Arnor meant little to the Lady of Rivendell, any more than did the title of Queen. He could only give her his heart and children. Through him, she would one day receive the Gift of Men. He saw the Gift as a blessing, a chance to move beyond the confines of Arda rather than to endure the endless twilight of the Elves, watching everything change and decay, while they remained. But would Arwen be able to accept it as freely as he did?

She had forsaken her family too to become his wife. He too knew the sharp pain of loss. He, though, had the hope that one day he would be reunited with his loved ones beyond the circles of the world. Arwen could not hope to see her kin again until Arda was remade.

He now had so much. Others had given their all to help him win the crown and defeat the Dark Lord. Halbarad had fallen, bearing his standard upon the field. Valiant Théoden King had been slain by the Nazgûl and many more had fallen. His thoughts turned to his Steward, Faramir, who had lost his father and brother and the valiant Lady Éowyn, who had lost not only an Uncle, but a beloved cousin too.

So much pain and loss, and sacrifice.

He reached in his pocket and took out the letter from Pippin he had received earlier that day. The tidings had left him with a heavy heart. Pippin wrote that Frodo had been ill on the anniversary of his wounding by Shelob and often seemed sad. At least Sam was his old self again and had just married Rosie Cotton, while Pippin had fully recovered from his injuries.

Aragorn’s heart ached for the brave Hobbit who had carried the Ring into Mordor and had paid such a high price. The King had suffered so little compared with his friends and gained so much. He feared that he might not be worthy.

The sunset was especially fair tonight, but it failed to lift his spirits. He decided to retire early to bed.

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Orcs were carrying Frodo away and Halbarad too. He could only stand there helpless and watch.

“Estel!” Arwen’s loving voice jolted him out of the nightmare. “What troubles you, beloved?” she asked. “You cried out in your sleep.”

“It is nothing,” he replied. “Just an ill dream.” Despite his words, his heart was pounding.

Arwen held him close and kissed him tenderly. “I love you so much, my Estel,” she whispered. Her silken hair fell across his face and her perfume smelt like spring blossoms bourn on a gentle breeze. Her slender fingers stroked his face and neck until he fell into a dreamless sleep.

He awoke early. The sun was streaming through the open curtains and light fluffy clouds sailed across an azure sky.

Arwen slept peacefully beside him, smiling in her sleep.

Aragorn smiled too, his dark mood of the day before vanished with the rising sun. How could he be filled with fear and gloom while she was beside him? Others had sacrificed much to defeat the Dark Lord and pave his way to the throne. Inspired by their memory, he must reign wisely and well.

Arwen stirred and opened her eyes. They were filled with love for him. With her at his side, how could he be other than blessed?

lindahoyland: (moon)

B2MeM Challenge: Rebellion
"Many treasures and great heirlooms of virtue and wonder the Exiles had brought from Númenor; and of these the most renowned were the Seven Stones and the White Tree."
Format: ficlet
Genre: angst, spiritual
Rating: PG
Warnings: impending character death
Characters: Aragorn
Pairings: none Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: Aragorn says farewell to an old friend.
With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] curiouswombat for the plot idea
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Rebellion
B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty
B2MeM 2013 Day Twenty

Aragorn walked slowly now, slightly stooped and leaning on a cane; this was the man who had once been so vigorous and upright, the one named Strider and Wingfoot in bygone days. He knew the time had come to use the grace given to him to return the Gift of Men. He was no foolish Ar-Pharazôn, desiring to rebel against the decree of Eru. Recently, he had started to feel restless too, his spirit burning with a renewed inner fire, even as his body grew weaker. It grieved him greatly to think of the hurt his passing would cause to Arwen and his children, but he was also eager to embark on his final journey. His aging body was an increasing burden; one he longed to be able to cast it aside so that he might soar free beyond the circles of the world.

Before he went to the Silent Street on the morrow though, there was an old friend to whom he needed to say farewell. Aragorn waited until nightfall, when the Court of the Fountain was almost empty of people, before laboriously making his way towards the White Tree. He bade the guards withdraw a little way and stood there in silent contemplation of the scion of Nimloth. The moon was full tonight, bathing the tree in soft light. Always it looked fairest by moonlight, especially when in blossom. Aragorn felt a keen pang that he would not see it bloom again.

He reached out and stroked the trunk; something he had done so many times before. “I shall miss you, my friend,” he said. “I wonder will there be any trees as fair as you beyond the circles of the world? Would that I could have seen you blossom one last time, but I fear I would lose what little strength I have left if I waited until spring.”

A breeze moaned through the bare branches, which bowed towards him as if in sympathy. “Will you miss me, I wonder?” Aragorn mused. “I promise you that Eldarion will love and care for you as I have done. When we are reunited, I will tell your old friend, Faramir that you grow and thrive.” Aragorn took a deep breath. “Ah, it will be good to see him again, and Halbarad and Éomer and so many good friends. My mother too, how she would have loved to see you!”

He fell silent and stood gazing at the tree. So many times, he had stood there since he had planted the sapling. With Faramir, with Arwen when she came to be his bride, with their children and their children’s children. It seemed like yesterday and yet so long ago. Those had been good times, before one by one, so many of his friends had aged and died while he yet remained. Aragorn had begun to understand the melancholy of the Elves. How it was his turn to take the final journey. He was ready to depart.

Aragorn’s aged bones began to ache. “Watch over my loved ones for me,” he whispered, blinking away tears. “May you thrive for many generations!”

He looked up and held the stars twinkling through the branches. Men came and went but the stars endured.

With a last lingering look at the tree, Aragorn made his slow way back indoors.

When morning came, the King began his final earthly journey to the House of Kings in the Silent Street. When he passed by the White Tree he beheld a single bloom adorning its stark branches. He paused before it in wonder. The blossom fell at his feet.

Eldarion bent to carefully pick it up. He cradled the blossom reverently in his hands for a moment before handing it to his father.

“Thank you, dear friend, for this last gift,” Aragorn murmured softly. He would clasp the blossom in his hand while he took his final breath. His heart soared; this was a final sign of grace from the One above whose Hallow he had found the Tree. He was born with hope, and with hope, he would depart.

Allies

Mar. 23rd, 2013 04:44 am
lindahoyland: (Rohan Horse)

B2MeM Challenge: Quest

“He spoke then in a great voice the Oath of Eorl. This he said in the tongue of the Éothéod, which in the Common Speech is interpreted:

Hear now all peoples who bow not to the Shadow in the East, by the gift of the Lord of the Mundburg we will come to dwell in the land that he names Calenardhon, and therefore I vow in my own name and on behalf of the Éothéod of the North that between us and the Great People of the West there shall be friendship for ever: their enemies shall be our enemies, their need shall be our need, and whatsoever evil, or threat, or assault may come upon them we will aid them to the utmost end of our strength. This vow shall descend to my heirs, all such as may come after me in our new land, and let them keep it in faith unbroken, lest the Shadow fall upon them and they become accursed."

Format: ficlet

Genre: friendship

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, OMC

Pairings: none

Summary: The Ambassador from Harad is curious about the Oath of Eorl

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

With grateful thanks to my friends on LJ for their ideas


B2MeM 2013 Day Nineteen
B2MeM 2013 Day Nineteen
B2MeM 2013 Day One--Quests


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lindahoyland: (Strider)

B2MeM Challenge: Pride.
"They come from Mordor,' said Strider in a low voice. 'From Mordor, Barliman, if that means anything to you.”
Format: short story
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Barliman Butterbur, Frodo, Aragorn
Pairings: none
Summary: Barliman Butterbur is a conscientious innkeeper.
With thanks to Raksha

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

B2MeM 2013 Day Eighteen

B2MeM 2013 Day Eighteen

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Pride

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lindahoyland: (BTME13)

B2MeM Challenge: Overcoming Obstacles

'Yes,' said Gandalf. 'I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of the whole Shire and everything in it.'

Frodo said nothing, but he put his hand under his tunic and touched the rings of his mail-shirt. He felt staggered to think that he had been walking about with the price of the Shire under his jacket. Had Bilbo known? He felt no doubt that Bilbo knew quite well. It was indeed a kingly gift."


Format: 200 word FLF
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Frodo,Bilbo
Pairings: none
Summary: Frodo puts on Bilbo’s mithril shirt.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.


B2MeM 2013 Day One--Overcoming Obstacles

B2MeM 2013 Day Sixteen

B2MeM 2013 Day Sixteen



Bilbo had insisted that he take the mail shirt and put it on. Frodo had protested. He was no warrior and the thought of mail against his still aching shoulder made him shudder,

Still, Bilbo would not be gainsaid and the mail shirt was a beautiful thing. It was as supple as cloth and shone like silver shines in moonlight. Most surprisingly, it was as light as his tunic almost and pained him not at all to wear.

Maybe if he had but had it earlier, he would not have received the Nazgûl wound. It was too late now for such regrets, though.

Wearing armour and carrying the sword Bilbo insisted he take felt strange to him, but these were strange and perilous events he was caught up in.

Sometimes he had wondered if Bilbo had exaggerated a little in the tales of his adventures, but now he knew that the perils in the outside world were all too real and far worse than any dark nightmare.

Frodo drew Sting and made a few tentative thrusts and parries with the sword. He might be a simple Hobbit, but with armour and a sword, he felt better equipped for overcoming obstacles.

lindahoyland: (Eldarion)
B2MeM Challenge: Names
""In the hour of birth, or on some other occasion of moment, the mother might give a name to her child, indicating some dominant feature of its nature as perceived by her, or some foresight of its special fate."

Format: ficlet
Genre: family
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, Eldarion
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: Eldarion is puzzled why his father has so many names.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.


B2MeM 2013 Day Fifteen

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Names

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A/N.
Aragorn's first visit to Harad is described in my story "The Gift of Tongues" at

http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterlistview.asp?SID=7074
Wtiger has also written a most enjoyable story on this theme, which you can read at
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7186280/1/A-Name-Above-All-Others
lindahoyland: (Striderscruff)
B2MeM Challenge: Materialism
Format: 400 word FLF
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Gollum
Pairings: none
Summary: Aragorn ponders Gollum’s obsession with the Ring
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.
With thanks to Raksha for editing and [livejournal.com profile] huinare for the idea.


B2MeM 2013 Day One--Materialism

B2MeM 2013 Day Fourteen


Aragorn tied Gollum securely to a tree and walked briskly towards the stream to perform his ablutions. One more moment in that creature’s company and he would most surely strangle him!

He looked ruefully at the bite mark upon his arm where Gollum had bitten him. He was not feeding him again until he learned better manners. He had tried treating the creature kindly, but to no avail. At least, now he was gagged, he was spared his incessant rambling about Gollum’s lost “precious”.

Did the wretch think of nothing else save his lost ring? It seemed to dominate every moment of his existence, even in sleep, he mumbled about it.

Aragorn rummaged in his pack for a salve to apply to his arm. Then after a quick glance around him, he pulled off his clothes and washed himself thoroughly in the stream. The water was clear and refreshing. Now this was something that was truly precious. Water, together with sunlight and stars. The song of the birds, the graceful birches; the healing herbs and the sweet scented blossoms that filled the air once he had left the foulness of the marches behind.

What else was precious to him? The shards of Narsil, the Ring of Barahir that he had given to Arwen, the Elendilmir? They were priceless heirlooms and he treasured them, but they were as nothing compared with his beloved Arwen, his foster father, or his loyal band of Rangers.

What must it be like to find only one thing in all of Arda precious a mere ring? Had Sauron’s bauble affected Isildur thus as well? Had he not called it precious too? Would he have become like Gollum had he lived? Aragorn shuddered. How could a piece of jewellery possess such power? The Dark Lord’s fea must indeed be embodied deeply within it.

And why should anyone, even a Maia, wish to mingle their very spirit with an object? Maybe he had become ensnared with his own creation just as the wretched Gollum was now ensnared?

Aragorn shook his head uncomprehendingly. Suddenly he pitied Gollum. Aragorn decided today he would go fishing and share his catch with the creature. Then he would take him to the Elves. Maybe one day, the wretch would learn there were other precious things to enjoy in Arda besides his lost Ring. Aragorn sighed. He doubted it. Gollum loved only his precious.
lindahoyland: (Faramir and Eowyn art)
B2MeM Challenge: Knowledge and Ignorance

"Then the prince went from his horse, and knelt by the bier in honour of the king and his great onset; and he wept. And rising he looked then on Éowyn and was amazed. 'Surely, here is a woman?' he said. 'Have even the women of the Rohirrim come to war in our need?' 'Nay! One only,' they answered. 'The Lady Éowyn is she, sister of Éomer; and we knew naught of her riding until this hour, and greatly we rue it.'
Then the prince seeing her beauty, though her face was pale and cold, touched her hand as he bent to look more closely on her."
Format: ficlet
Genre: angst, romance, humour
Rating: PG
Warnings: mention of battle
Characters: Faramir, Éowyn.
Pairings: Faramir/Éowyn.
Summary: Éowyn has a bad dream.
Disclaimer:The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.
With thanks to Raksha


B2MeM 2013 Day One--Knowledge vs. Ignorance
B2MeM 2013 Day Twelve

B2MeM 2013 Day Twelve


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lindahoyland: (Tahir)
B2MeM Challenge: Judgement

“For in the days of the sojourn of Sauron in that land the hearts of well nigh all its people had been turned towards darkness. Therefore many of those who sailed east in that time and made fortresses and dwellings upon the coasts were already bent to his will, and they served him still gladly in Middle-earth. But because of the power of Gil-galad these renegades, lords both mighty and evil, for the most part took up their abodes in the southlands far away; yet two there were, Herumor and Fuinur, who rose to power among the Haradrim, a great and cruel people that dwelt in the wide lands south of Mordor beyond the mouths of Anduin.”
Format: short story
Genre: friendship, politics
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, OMCs
Pairings: none
Summary: Accusations are made against Ambassador Tahir
.
Disclaimer:The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.

B2MeM 2013 Day Eleven

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Judgment

B2MeM 2013 Day Eleven

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Heroes

Mar. 9th, 2013 07:42 pm
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)

B2MeM Challenge: Heroism

"At that time Nimloth was dark and bore no bloom, for it was late in the autumn, and its winter was nigh; and Isildur passed through the guards and took from the Tree a fruit that hung upon it, and turned to go. But the guard was aroused, and he was assailed, and fought his way out, receiving many wounds; and he escaped, and because he was disguised it was not discovered who had laid hands on the Tree. But Isildur came at last hardly back to Rómenna and delivered the fruit to the hands of Amandil, ere his strength failed him."

Format: short story

Genre: general, angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Characters: Aragorn, Faramir, OMC

Pairings: none

Summary: Aragorn, Faramir and Tahir discuss the nature of heroism over a bottle of wine.

With thanks to Raksha



B2MeM 2013 Day One--Heroism

B2MeM 2013 Day Eight

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A/n. The drinking song is adapted from a traditional one.

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