Smaug the Invincible

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

Smaug the Invincible

How dare they trespass in my lair and take my treasure? Not one cup will I yield willingly. Impudent thieves! I will punish Lake Town, burn it to ashes, and devour its inhabitants. A mighty meal will I make.

Their arrows fly, hurting me less than the prick of a pin. Fools! Do they not see the jewels than encrust my hide? Rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds.
as strong and hard as the rocks from which they were hewn.

One archer remains. A madman surely, for who else converses with the birds?

He nocks his final arrow and looses it. 

Smaug the Invincible

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

Smaug the Invincible

How dare they trespass in my lair and take my treasure? Not one cup will I yield willingly. Impudent thieves! I will punish Lake Town, burn it to ashes, and devour its inhabitants. A mighty meal will I make.

Their arrows fly, hurting me less than the prick of a pin. Fools! Do they not see the jewels than encrust my hide? Rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds.
as strong and hard as the rocks from which they were hewn.

One archer remains. A madman surely, for who else converses with the birds?

He nocks his final arrow and looses it. 

Smaug the Invincible

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

Smaug the Invincible

How dare they trespass in my lair and take my treasure? Not one cup will I yield willingly. Impudent thieves! I will punish Lake Town, burn it to ashes, and devour its inhabitants. A mighty meal will I make.

Their arrows fly, hurting me less than the prick of a pin. Fools! Do they not see the jewels than encrust my hide? Rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds.
as strong and hard as the rocks from which they were hewn.

One archer remains. A madman surely, for who else converses with the birds?

He nocks his final arrow and looses it. 

Receiving the Rod

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

Receiving the Rod

Aragorn had waited for this moment for so long. Now it had come, he hesitated.

Faramir knelt humbly proffering the White Rod, surrendering his position as Steward.

The House of Húrin had ruled Gondor for countless generations and commanded the hearts of many citizens. Dared he, the new King retain this scion of the House of Stewards at his side? Could a son of Denethor be trusted? His very presence might serve as a focus for rebellion.

Yet, he had seen into Faramir’s heart when he healed him

Aragorn beheld the honest, grey eyes and bade Faramir retain his Office. 

Receiving the Rod

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

Receiving the Rod

Aragorn had waited for this moment for so long. Now it had come, he hesitated.

Faramir knelt humbly proffering the White Rod, surrendering his position as Steward.

The House of Húrin had ruled Gondor for countless generations and commanded the hearts of many citizens. Dared he, the new King retain this scion of the House of Stewards at his side? Could a son of Denethor be trusted? His very presence might serve as a focus for rebellion.

Yet, he had seen into Faramir’s heart when he healed him

Aragorn beheld the honest, grey eyes and bade Faramir retain his Office. 

Receiving the Rod

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

Receiving the Rod

Aragorn had waited for this moment for so long. Now it had come, he hesitated.

Faramir knelt humbly proffering the White Rod, surrendering his position as Steward.

The House of Húrin had ruled Gondor for countless generations and commanded the hearts of many citizens. Dared he, the new King retain this scion of the House of Stewards at his side? Could a son of Denethor be trusted? His very presence might serve as a focus for rebellion.

Yet, he had seen into Faramir’s heart when he healed him

Aragorn beheld the honest, grey eyes and bade Faramir retain his Office. 

Sour Milk

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

For Juno

Warning - very AU and not to be taken seriously.
Inspired by this picture  http://www.herrderringe-net.de/kalender/6/steward.jpg

Sour Milk

The people cheered when the King arrived and the Steward presented the White Rod.

The King disdainfully accepted it, dismissed Faramir and marched through the City; still glaring. Éomer of Rohan’s army followed at his heels, ready to crush any dissent.

The people turned away and returned to their houses.

“Let’s made a nice cup of tea,” suggested one Goodwife, putting on the kettle.

Her husband scowled when he tasted it. “The milk is sour!”

The City was in turmoil. Not a drop of fresh milk was to be had anywhere!

The King’s gaze had turned all the milk sour!


A/N I was studying the final picture for the There and Back Advent
Calender
http://www.herrderringe-net.de/kalender/6/steward.jpg and IM chatting
juno_magic. I remarked that Aragorn's
expression was fit to turn the milk sour.
She challenged me to write a drabble on that theme.
This is the result,which I'm sharing as a holiday time joke.
Naturally I don't see Aragorn as anything like this ! 

Sour Milk

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

For Juno

Warning - very AU and not to be taken seriously.
Inspired by this picture  http://www.herrderringe-net.de/kalender/6/steward.jpg

Sour Milk

The people cheered when the King arrived and the Steward presented the White Rod.

The King disdainfully accepted it, dismissed Faramir and marched through the City; still glaring. Éomer of Rohan’s army followed at his heels, ready to crush any dissent.

The people turned away and returned to their houses.

“Let’s made a nice cup of tea,” suggested one Goodwife, putting on the kettle.

Her husband scowled when he tasted it. “The milk is sour!”

The City was in turmoil. Not a drop of fresh milk was to be had anywhere!

The King’s gaze had turned all the milk sour!


A/N I was studying the final picture for the There and Back Advent
Calender
http://www.herrderringe-net.de/kalender/6/steward.jpg and IM chatting
juno_magic. I remarked that Aragorn's
expression was fit to turn the milk sour.
She challenged me to write a drabble on that theme.
This is the result,which I'm sharing as a holiday time joke.
Naturally I don't see Aragorn as anything like this ! 

Sour Milk

The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate.No profit has been,nor will be made from this.
Written for the There and Back Advent Challenge. 

For Juno

Warning - very AU and not to be taken seriously.
Inspired by this picture  http://www.herrderringe-net.de/kalender/6/steward.jpg

Sour Milk

The people cheered when the King arrived and the Steward presented the White Rod.

The King disdainfully accepted it, dismissed Faramir and marched through the City; still glaring. Éomer of Rohan’s army followed at his heels, ready to crush any dissent.

The people turned away and returned to their houses.

“Let’s made a nice cup of tea,” suggested one Goodwife, putting on the kettle.

Her husband scowled when he tasted it. “The milk is sour!”

The City was in turmoil. Not a drop of fresh milk was to be had anywhere!

The King’s gaze had turned all the milk sour!


A/N I was studying the final picture for the There and Back Advent
Calender
http://www.herrderringe-net.de/kalender/6/steward.jpg and IM chatting
juno_magic. I remarked that Aragorn's
expression was fit to turn the milk sour.
She challenged me to write a drabble on that theme.
This is the result,which I'm sharing as a holiday time joke.
Naturally I don't see Aragorn as anything like this !