lindahoyland: (Arwen happy)
B2MeM Prompt and Path: Day and Night. Purple Path

Format: Ficlet

Genre: Family

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Characters: Galadriel, Arwen, Aragorn

Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen

Creator’s Notes (optional): With thanks to[livejournal.com profile] oloriel . I reference a conversation in “The Return of the King” between Éomer and Gimli and a remark by Frodo.

Summary: Arwen and Galadriel have a conversation
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lindahoyland: (Eldarion and Aragorn)
B2MeM Prompt and Path: The Darkening of Valinor. Purple Path.

Format: Ficlet.

Genre: Childhood, drama.

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Characters: Aragorn, Eldarion, Morgoth, Ungoliant

Pairings:none

Creator’s Notes (optional):The events take place after my story “Eclipse of Reason.” http://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/659691.html

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Summary: Aragorn tells Eldarion a bedtime story.


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lindahoyland: (A/A)
B2MeM Prompt and Path: Full Moon Purple Path
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Romance, spiritual
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Mild sexual content
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir Eowyn, OMC, OFC
Pairings:Aragorn/Arwen
Creator’s Notes (optional): Tahir and Adiva are recurrent OCs in my universe.Their religion worships the moon.
Summary:Aragorn and Arwen take a moonlight ride.


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lindahoyland: (Ranger)
B2MeM Challenge: Image prompt: Winter Fog and Trees
http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/the_winterwitch/13030705/4348/4348_original.jpg
Format: Ficlet
Genre: horror, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn, Halbarad, OMCs
Pairings: none
Summary: Aragorn loses his way in thick, freezing fog.


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lindahoyland: (Gondor)

B2MeM Challenge: “And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the city, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, reckoning nothing on wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.”—The Siege of Gondor.
But the cock also must have had mundane origins, since it was a real, physical being. My question is, where did the cock come from? And why was it still in the city, since all the other cocks have apparently disappeared
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Character study
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Characters: OFC
Pairings:none
Summary: An old woman remains in the City during the siege of Gondor.
The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story.
A/n Some words are taken directly from Tolkien.


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lindahoyland: (Sky)
Title: The Distant Shore

Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt:

http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=12195&picture=lapland



Summary: Aragorn embarks on his final journey.

Rating: PG

Beta: none

Author's Notes: WARNING– Character death
A revised version of a ficlet I wrote for last year's BTME posted to honour Aragorn's birth and death on this date.


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lindahoyland: (Eowyn)
When winter comes

Author: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8500011-I-Sit-And-Think-by-J-R-R-Tolkien

Summary: Éowyn is not enjoying her visit to Rivendell.

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Beta: none

Author's Notes: Ficlet. I imagine elvish music to sound a little like Gregorian chant and the music of Rohan to sound rather like Cossack songs.

This is the final chapter, but I hope to post a story soon set soon after these events. It is not impossible that I might add more chapters in future if the Muse inspires me.

A revised version of a prompt I posted for BTME last March

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


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lindahoyland: (Ranger)
Title: The Stuff of Life
Author Name: Linda Hoyland
Prompt: ""There the air was cool and there wayfarers in summer would rest and drink of the cold water." (Children of Húrin)
Summary: Aragorn and Halbarad search for water on a hot day.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Beta: none

The sun burned down mercilessly upon the two Rangers who trudged wearily along the dusty road.
Halbarad paused to take a swig from his water bottle. “It is almost empty,” he said with a deep sigh.

“So too is mine,” said Aragorn. “We had better go in search of fresh supplies. It means we will be late returning to camp, but no matter. We need water in this heat.”

“A detour will be more than worthwhile if we can get out of the sun,” said Halbarad. “I cannot recall it so hot in June before. I hope this is not some devilish new trick of the Enemy!”

“I think not,” said Aragorn. “Any extremes of weather that we experience, the Elves have encountered countless times before and worse! In any case, Orcs flee from the sun while some decent folk actually enjoy heat waves, though why, I have no idea! Only blizzards do I like less than the heat!”

The two men laughed ruefully, remembering the recent harsh winter when Aragorn had almost been buried in a snowdrift.

“We should get off the road,” said Aragorn. “There ought to be a spring somewhere in these woods.”

“A few more years as a Ranger and you will know the exact location of every water source for miles around,” said Halbarad. “Come, I will show you where the nearest stream is.”

“Presuming it hasn’t dried out in this heat!”

“It is fed by an underground stream,” said Halbarad. “It never dries up.” He plunged into the trees and set off like a hound following a trail.

The sweat poured down Aragorn’s face as he fought his way through the thicket in pursuit of his cousin. “Is there not a more accessible stream nearby that experienced Rangers like you are aware of?” asked Aragorn.

“Stop grousing, cousin, you will thank me in a few moments. This water is worth battling the undergrowth to reach,” said Halbarad.

The trees suddenly thinned out and the two men found themselves in a woodland glade. A stream trickled along mossy banks adorned with pink campions and golden buttercups.
The two Rangers hurried down to the stream and cupped their hands to drink from it.
“Is anything sweeter than pure fresh water? Nothing makes me more thankful than to quench my thirst with it.” Aragorn said a little later after drinking his fill and refilling his water bottle. He now lay sprawled across the bank, watching the birds flittering in the treetops surrounding them. A few sunbeams danced across the stream illuminating the wings of the darting dragonflies and making the water sparkle.

“When you are King you will have fine wines to drink every day,” said Halbarad. “You will forget to savour water.”

“Wine cannot quench your thirst on a hot day like water can,” said Aragorn. “Nor can wine look like diamonds sparkling in the sunlight. I wonder if even the Simarils appeared so fair?”

“You are master of Elven lore, not I,” Halbarad said matter of factly. “I would imagine, though, that to a thirsty man that no jewel could compare with water.”

Aragorn trailed his hand in the water, a thoughtful look upon his face. “Men and Elves have fought and killed over jewels,” he said. “Yet what is there in Arda more precious than water? It is the very stuff of life.”

A/n A revised version of a ficlet I wrote for BTME in March reposted in honour of my American friend's Thanksgiving Festival
lindahoyland: (Eldarion and Aragorn)
A Tale of Two Dragons

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

Rated G

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A/n, This is a story I wrote way back in 2008 for a prompt on the AA list. It was inspired by a dragon breeding game that was popular online at the time. Eldarion's dreams come true in "Carefully Taught."
lindahoyland: (Eldarion and Aragorn)
If Winter Comes

"The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" - Shelley

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. This story is written for pleasure, not profit.

With thanks to Raksha


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A/n. This is a revised version of a ficlet I wrote for a prompt on the AA list way back in 2008.

Foreboding

Oct. 5th, 2014 11:26 pm
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)
Title: Foreboding

Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: Danger


Summary: Faramir is troubled by a sense of foreboding.

Rating: PG.

Warnings: Mention of injuries.

Beta: 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 ficlet I wrote back in 2008 for the AA list and then forgot about.
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Relief

Aug. 15th, 2014 12:49 am
lindahoyland: (King Elessar)



Title: Relief
Author: Linda Hoyland
Rating: G
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, OFC
Summary: Aragorn finds the summer heat hard to endure,
Warnings: None
Word Count: 500
Author's Notes:  2nd Place. Written for  Great Tales Challenge 307 “Summertime, and the livin' is easy:  True or False?”

Aragorn struggled vainly to concentrate on a lengthy treaty offering trading concessions to the Easterlings that he was supposed to be studying. He replaced it on his desk and wiped his sweating hands on his breeches. Then he went over to the open window and leaned out in the hope of a breath of fresh air. There was none to be had, though. The thick humid air made him feel as if he were trying to breathe underwater. The leaves of the White Tree did not stir. There was no breeze.

As King, he ruled over the Reunited Kingdom, but the weather was not his subject to command. Lord Manwë had supreme command of the winds. Aragorn sent up a silent prayer for at least a cooling breeze to bring respite to himself and his sweltering subjects.

From where he stood, he could see Arwen sitting in the courtyard beside the fountain playing with Eldarion. The heat failed to trouble her and Eldarion seemed to have been born with her resilience. Faramir strode into view and smiled cheerfully as he greeted the Queen and her son. He appeared as untroubled by the heat as they were.

Aragorn picked up one of the parchments he had been working on and fanned himself. For an instant, he thought somewhat wistfully of the Kha Khan of Harad, who kept several slaves for sole purpose of fanning him. He then smiled ruefully at the absurdity of employing a servant for such a purpose. How his subjects would laugh at the notion of such a pampered king!

It seemed only yesterday that he had been battling against the elements of a northern winter, struggling to find shelter from the biting cold.

Strange that the summers had not seemed so hot when he had served in Gondor as Captain Thorongil. Either the summers were hotter now the sun was unclouded by fumes from Mordor, or as he grew older, he felt the heat more. Or maybe Thorongil had been too engrossed in Gondor’s defence to notice the weather.

He heard a tap on his study door. “Come in!” he called.

“The Queen thought might like some iced apple juice to ease the heat of the afternoon,” said the maidservant.

“Thank you, Firwen.” He sipped the drink appreciatively. “I did not realise we still had some ice.”

“The cook had the ice house filled last winter,” said the girl. “There is still plenty left.” She wiped her apron across her sweating forehead.

“You and the rest of the kitchen servants must have iced juice if you wish,” said Aragorn.

The girl thanked him with a beaming smile, then scurried away.
Aragorn sipped his refreshing drink, his usual good humour restored. Arwen might not feel the heat, but she understood how it troubled him as Man of the North, born and bred. Aragorn decided he would spend next summer in the Northern Kingdom.

A sudden breeze blew through the open window and the refreshing rain began to fall.
lindahoyland: (Arwen happy)
Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: Secret River, by Tony Hurst

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Summary: Arwen and Éowyn seek respite from the summer heat .

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Beta: none

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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Eternal Day

Apr. 1st, 2014 01:09 am
lindahoyland: (A/A)

Title: Eternal Day

Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt:sunrise-21851287199913kZUc
http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=9724&picture=sunrise
 Also inspired by Rachel’s beautiful drawing, which I have long planned to illustrate

http://rs9.livejournal.com/13073.html

Summary: Arwen is reunited with Aragorn.

Rating: PG

Warnings: character death

Beta:

Author's Notes: Ficlet. A sequel to “The Distant Shore.”

http://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/540665.html?view=5820409#t5820409

Dedicated to Rachel

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lindahoyland: (Striderscruff)
Title: The Stuff of Life
Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: ""There the air was cool and there wayfarers in summer would rest and drink of the cold water." (Children of Húrin)

Summary: Aragorn and Halbarad search for water on a hot day.

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Beta: none

Author's Notes:.

The sun burned down mercilessly upon the two Rangers who trudged along the dusty road.

Halbarad paused to take a swig from his water bottle. “It is almost empty,” he said with a deep sigh.

“So is mine,” said Aragorn. “We had better go in search of fresh supplies. It means we will be late returning to camp, but we need water in this heat.”

“A detour will be more than worthwhile if we can get out of the sun,” said Halbarad. “I cannot recall it so hot in June. I hope this is not some devilish new trick of the Enemy!”

“I think not,” said Aragorn. “Any extremes of weather that we experience, the Elves have encountered before and worse! In any case, Orcs flee from the sun while some decent folk actually enjoy heat waves, though why, I have no idea! Only blizzards do I like less than the heat!”

The two men laughed ruefully, remembering the recent harsh winter when Aragorn had almost been buried in a snowdrift.

“We should get off the road,” said Aragorn. “There ought to be a spring somewhere in these woods.”

“A few more years as a Ranger and you will know the exact location of every water source for miles around,” said Halbarad. “Come, I will show you where the nearest stream is.”

“Presuming it hasn’t dried out in this heat!”

“It is fed by an underground stream,” said Halbarad. “It never dries up.” He plunged into the trees and set off like a hound following a trail.

The sweat poured down Aragorn’s face as he fought his way through the thicket in pursuit of his cousin. “Is there not a more accessible stream nearby that experienced rangers like you are aware of?” asked Aragorn.

“Stop grousing, cousin, this water is worth battling the undergrowth to reach,” said Halbarad.

The trees suddenly thinned out and the two men found themselves in a woodland glade. A stream trickled along mossy banks adorned with pink campions and golden buttercups.

The two Rangers hurried down to the stream and cupped their hands to drink from it.

“Is anything sweeter than pure fresh water?” Aragorn mused a little later after drinking his fill and refilling his water bottle. He now lay sprawled across the bank, watching the birds flittering in the treetops surrounding them. A few sunbeams danced across the stream illuminating the wings of the darting dragonflies and making the water sparkle.

“When you are King you will have fine wines to drink every day,” said Halbarad.

“Wine cannot quench your thirst on a hot day like water can,” said Aragorn. “Nor can wine look like diamonds sparkling in the sunlight. I wonder if even the Simarils appeared so fair?”

“You are master of Elven lore, not I,” Halbarad said matter of factly. “I would imagine to a thirsty man that no jewel could compare with water.”

Aragorn trailed his hand in the water, a thoughtful look upon his face. “Men and Elves have fought and killed over jewels,” he said. “Yet what is there in Arda more precious than water? It is the very stuff of life.”

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lindahoyland: (Arwen)
Title: Time waits for no Man
Author Name: Linda Hoyland
Prompt: Prompt: "In that time the air of Middle-earth became heavy with the breath of growth and mortality, and the changing and ageing of all things was hastened exceedingly; life teemed upon the soil and in the waters in the Second Spring of Arda, and the Eldar increased, and beneath the new Sun Beleriand grew green and fair." (The Silmarillion, "Of Men")
Mortality, change, growth are key elements to define the different race in Middle-earth. Write a story or create art where these topics play a central role.
Summary: Arwen visits an aged Faramir.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mention of death
Beta: none
Author's Notes: Set a few weeks before Faramir's death at the age of 120.


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lindahoyland: (BTME14)

Title: All that Remains

Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: Tolkien's stories frequently feature cities, dynasties, or entire groups of people who rise and then fall in importance. Write or create art about a place or group that is no longer important.

Summary: Galadriel reflects on the passing of the ages.

Rating: PG

Beta: none

Author's Notes: 500 word FLF

Galadriel walked slowly past the Mallorns for the last time. The trees were fairer still in the Blessed Realm, but she would miss the kingdom that she and Celeborn had so lovingly created together.

She knew full well that she ought never to have left the Utmost West, but in her youth, her heart had yearned for adventure and glory. She could not regret her time here, though.

Now the One Ring was no more, Nenya’s power had faded. Galadriel felt weary of heart. Her great strength faded, together with the enchantment of her realm. The sea longing now tormented her night and day. It was time to sail. She yearned to hold Celebrian in her arms again, though she dreaded telling her that none of her children had accompanied her on the ship. Together with Elrond, she would have to tell her of Arwen’s choice and that Elladan and Elrohir had not yet decided.

Galadriel wished she could stay a little longer to see how her beloved granddaughter fared in the world of Men. She would have liked to have held one of the babes that would surely be born to her in her arms. She wondered if any of Arwen’s children would reassemble Celebrian with her glorious silver hair.

She was glad that Celeborn had agreed to remain in Middle-earth for a time for Arwen’s sake. Galadriel knew that Aragorn would be the most loving husband to her granddaughter, but Arwen needed some of her own kinsfolk nearby too. There were some things that only they could understand, that not even the most Elvish of Men could comprehend. She would miss him, but it would be worth a brief parting to learn of any children that might be born to Arwen.

Arwen had chosen a strange doom indeed. Sometimes, Galadriel wondered if she had been right to encourage Aragorn to woo her granddaughter, but in her heart, she knew it had to be. No other heart could have loved Arwen so, unless it were her own!

Galadriel sighed deeply. This was now a world of Men, not Elves. Once the glorious elvish kingdoms had filled Middle-earth. Now very little remained of them. Lothlórien would soon be deserted and forgotten. Only Thranduil’s Kingdom, Rivendell, and Legolas’ new colony in Ithilien yet remained. Galadriel could foresee a time when no Elves at all remained in Middle-earth. The glory of her people had diminished and was fast fading.

Throughout her long life, she knew it was ever thus, that kingdoms rose and fell. Her heart was still filled with sadness, though. Then she thought of Arwen, glowing with happiness on her wedding day and an old prophecy came into her mindNever shall that line fail, though the years may lengthen beyond count. She was filled with foresight. Her mind’s eye perceived Aragorn and Arwen’s descendants across years without count.

Yes, The Elves were fading but through Arwen, a trace of Elven magic would forever remain within the world of Men.




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lindahoyland: (black and white Aragorn)
Title: A Leader of Men

Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: "There came a time of winter, when night was dark and without moon; and the wide plain of Ard-galen stretched dim beneath the cold stars, from the hill-forts of the Noldor to the feet of Thangorodrim. The watch-fires burned low, and the guards were few; on the plain few were waking in the camps of the horsemen of Hithlum." (The Silmarillion, "Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin")

Write a story or create art from the point of view of the foot soldiers or horsemen who participated in any of the battles in Middle-earth.

Summary: A young soldier fears to march to Mordor

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Beta: none

Author's Notes: OC-centric. One line is taken directly from Tolkien.


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lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)

Title: Treasure Trove


Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt: For many people, summertime brings the chance to travel for pleasure. Take your character on a trip to a place he or she has always wanted to visit. Write or create art about what happens. Also inspired by an idea of Shirebound’s.


Summary: Aragorn shows Faramir around the library at Rivendell

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Beta: (optional)

Author's Notes: For Shirebound as a token of gratitude for all her support during this challenge. The events take place the day before "Falling Leaves."


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

Faramir stood on the threshold and looked round him in amazement. He had long dreamt of visiting Master Elrond’s library .Today he was actually standing within its walls.

Aragorn nudged him gently, “There is no need to hold your breath! Enjoy exploring my foster father’s collection.”

“I hardly know where to begin,” said Faramir. He finally dared to take a deep breath.

“I will show you around,” Aragorn said. He smiled indulgently at the younger man’s obvious delight in his surroundings. He walked over to a cabinet at the far side of the room and opened it. He carefully lifted out some ancient, yellowing parchments and placed them on a low table. “These are scrolls that Elendil brought with him from Númenor,” he said.

“These came from the Star Island?” Faramir sounded amazed.

They did indeed. I believe some even came from Valinor and were brought to Númenor by the Elves.”

“How wondrous!”

“You can touch them if you wish. I know you will be careful.”

Faramir reverently ran a fingertip along the edge of one of the scrolls, an expression of sheer reverence upon his face.

Aragorn watched his friend’s joy with considerable satisfaction. “You can spend as long in the library as you wish during your stay here,” he said. “Feel free to treat it as your own. There are many manuscripts here that are found nowhere else, such as the account of Isildur and the Ring, and the tragedy of Gladden Fields. There are also many books of Elven lore and of First Age history. I used to love the illustrations of the Two Trees in one of the books.”

“And I thought my father’s library was extensive!” said Faramir, finally tearing his attention away from the ancient scrolls.”

“It is indeed the greatest library of Men,” Aragorn replied.

“You were so fortunate to grow up surrounded by these priceless treasures,” said Faramir.

“I suppose I was, but I fear I just took it for granted,” Aragorn replied ruefully. “When I first left Rivendell, I was shocked to find how few books most folk owned. I am thinking of creating libraries to give more of my folk a chance to enjoy books.”

“An excellent idea!” said Faramir. “Maybe we could employ some of the soldiers who were maimed in the war to copy books.”

“We could indeed,” said Aragorn. “Many books here and in Minas Tirith could be made widely available.”

“It was so kind of Master Elrond to leave his library behind,” said Faramir.

“He only took anything that had sentimental value to him,” said Aragorn. “He can easily replace the rest in the Blessed Realm. He felt that many of the volumes here, such as his books about healing, could yet do much good on Middle-earth long after he departed. He cared deeply for Men as well as Elves. I was honoured to have been raised by him and to know him well. One day, I shall have these books moved to a new home in Annúminas, but for the time being they are better off remaining here. As you know, I have brought a few of the books with me in Minas Tirith.”

“To think that I am standing in Master Elrond’s library!” said Faramir. “I have dreamed of visiting here for years. I shall spend most of my time here while I am at Rivendell.”

Aragorn laughed. “You can indeed come here whenever you want, but do not forget that Éowyn and your little ones might wish to see you occasionally!”

“I have promised Éowyn to go riding with her on the morrow,” said Faramir. “Maybe I can find new lore here to share with the children?”

“There are a feast of stories on these shelves,” said Aragorn. “I shall leave you now to enjoy them.” Still smiling, he went in search of his lady. Faramir was so engrossed in a volume of First Age history that he hardly noticed the King’s departure.



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Happiness

Mar. 5th, 2014 01:46 am
lindahoyland: (Faramir1)
Title: Happiness

Author Name: Linda Hoyland

Prompt:
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Under the high sky by Mirachravaia

Summary: Faramir enjoys time with his children.

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Beta: (optional)

Author's Notes: 500 words FLF

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



Faramir picked up his cloak and whistled to his hounds. He then put his head around the nursery door. “I am going to see how the wheat crop in the top field is coming on,” he said. “Who would like to come with me?”

“Me Ada!” cried Elestelle.

“Me too!” cried Elboron.

“I think your legs are still a little short to walk that far,” said Faramir.

“I can walk lots and lots!” Elboron protested.

“He can that, my lord,” said the nursemaid. “He has had me running round in circles all morning!”

“I shall take him with me then and tire him out,” said Faramir. “I can always carry him if he falls behind.”

“He’s right heavy, my lord,” the nursemaid warned.

“I know,” Faramir replied. He laughed. “I am well accustomed to carrying sword and bow, so I think my strength will suffice to carry one small boy! You should take the opportunity to put your feet up, Haleth, while you can.

“I shall, my lord, thank you.”

With Elestelle clutching his right hand and Elboron his left and the hounds running at his heels, Faramir made his way to the field. He trusted his men to work the land, but took good care to play an active part in farming his estates. A harvest held little satisfaction unless he had helped bring it to fruition. It was only a few days since he had visited the wheat field, but several days had made a considerable difference to the crop as the ears were now heavy and golden.

“Ada, it is so pretty!” cried Elestelle.

“Indeed, dear one, we will have a fine crop this year,” said Faramir. “I will ask cook to show you how we make bread from it.”

“Not the wheat!” said Elestelle. “The daisies.”

Faramir smiled at her affectionately. They were indeed a fair sight.” “Why not gather a bunch to take to Naneth?” he suggested.

“I want to take flowers to Naneth too!” said Elboron.

“Then you must both gather a bunch for her,” said Faramir. “Stay close to the edge of the field as the wheat is easily trampled.”

“Thank you, Ada,” cried the children and scampered away.

Faramir plucked one of the ears of wheat and put a few grains in his mouth. They were hard and crunchy. The crop was ready to harvest. They would begin on the morrow and he would help his men with the reaping. His household would be well supplied with flour during the coming months.

His children’s laughter rang out merrily from across the field. Faramir’s heart suddenly swelled with happiness. Could any man on Middle-earth be more fortunate than he was? These fair children were his and the land on which they played. He could not only protect them, but feed them too. Impulsively, he started to gather a bouquet of the daises too for Éowyn. Butterflies flew around the blossoms like a shower of dancing jewels. Faramir joined in his children’s joyful laugher.

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