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Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge

Waiting


Was it wise to decide to wait here? I know not. My choices have gone ill as late. Are the Rohirrim still men of honour?



The Riders approach, hooves thundering; manes and tails flying in the wind.

Their faces are fair, open and honest, and their horses well cared for.



We are defenceless against the ash spears of the host of men. They appear not to notice we three bedraggled travellers, as they ride by. We could silently slip away unscathed, abandoning our quest. These Riders might help us- or kill us.



I step forward and make our presence known. 

(no subject)

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.

Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge

Waiting


Was it wise to decide to wait here? I know not. My choices have gone ill as late. Are the Rohirrim still men of honour?



The Riders approach, hooves thundering; manes and tails flying in the wind.

Their faces are fair, open and honest, and their horses well cared for.



We are defenceless against the ash spears of the host of men. They appear not to notice we three bedraggled travellers, as they ride by. We could silently slip away unscathed, abandoning our quest. These Riders might help us- or kill us.



I step forward and make our presence known. 

(no subject)

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.

Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge

Waiting


Was it wise to decide to wait here? I know not. My choices have gone ill as late. Are the Rohirrim still men of honour?



The Riders approach, hooves thundering; manes and tails flying in the wind.

Their faces are fair, open and honest, and their horses well cared for.



We are defenceless against the ash spears of the host of men. They appear not to notice we three bedraggled travellers, as they ride by. We could silently slip away unscathed, abandoning our quest. These Riders might help us- or kill us.



I step forward and make our presence known. 

Defiance

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Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge


Defiance


You think all Men will fear you, as all Men fear death. But I fear you not, foul Nazgûl ! For I am no man and death holds no fears for me! Better by far, to die here now upon the field than to live caged, my life force diminishing, while the walls imprison my restless soul. What is my life but a living death? I glimpsed hope, but it fast faded when he departed. I laugh, for in death you grant me everlasting life in the songs of my people. No man shall kill you, but I Éowyn, a woman! 

Defiance

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate

Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge


Defiance


You think all Men will fear you, as all Men fear death. But I fear you not, foul Nazgûl ! For I am no man and death holds no fears for me! Better by far, to die here now upon the field than to live caged, my life force diminishing, while the walls imprison my restless soul. What is my life but a living death? I glimpsed hope, but it fast faded when he departed. I laugh, for in death you grant me everlasting life in the songs of my people. No man shall kill you, but I Éowyn, a woman! 

Defiance

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate

Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge


Defiance


You think all Men will fear you, as all Men fear death. But I fear you not, foul Nazgûl ! For I am no man and death holds no fears for me! Better by far, to die here now upon the field than to live caged, my life force diminishing, while the walls imprison my restless soul. What is my life but a living death? I glimpsed hope, but it fast faded when he departed. I laugh, for in death you grant me everlasting life in the songs of my people. No man shall kill you, but I Éowyn, a woman! 

City of the Sun

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Written for the there and Back Advent Challenge

City of the Sun

It did not matter how often he saw her, but every time his heart soared anew.
Faramir believed Minas Tirith to be the fairest of all cities. His longfathers had built her to be both beautiful and strong.

How she gleamed in the clear light of day! Her changing hues reflected times and seasons, white, or grey, gold or pink depending on Anor’s whims.

Small wonder the City had originally been named for her, ere the Dark Lord assailed her. Now she could bask again in Anor’s rays. The City of the Guard was again the City of the Sun. 

City of the Sun

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Written for the there and Back Advent Challenge

City of the Sun

It did not matter how often he saw her, but every time his heart soared anew.
Faramir believed Minas Tirith to be the fairest of all cities. His longfathers had built her to be both beautiful and strong.

How she gleamed in the clear light of day! Her changing hues reflected times and seasons, white, or grey, gold or pink depending on Anor’s whims.

Small wonder the City had originally been named for her, ere the Dark Lord assailed her. Now she could bask again in Anor’s rays. The City of the Guard was again the City of the Sun. 

City of the Sun

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.

Written for the there and Back Advent Challenge

City of the Sun

It did not matter how often he saw her, but every time his heart soared anew.
Faramir believed Minas Tirith to be the fairest of all cities. His longfathers had built her to be both beautiful and strong.

How she gleamed in the clear light of day! Her changing hues reflected times and seasons, white, or grey, gold or pink depending on Anor’s whims.

Small wonder the City had originally been named for her, ere the Dark Lord assailed her. Now she could bask again in Anor’s rays. The City of the Guard was again the City of the Sun.