lindahoyland: (Arwen happy)
The Right Choice - Arwen

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I dream of her often, how I imagined our reunion would be, her loving embrace, her joyous laughter.

Now it can never be. I shall not see my mother until the ending of the world. I have made my choice.

My son starts to cry. I take him from his cradle and put him to my breast. He suckles contentedly. The love I feel for him is overwhelming. I understand now the truly wondrous depths of a mother’s love.

Aragorn awakes beside me. He smiles at me, his eyes filled with adoration.

I have chosen rightly. My mother will understand.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2.7

I hope you have enjoyed these drabbles during Advent. Wishing all my readers a blessed Christmas season.
lindahoyland: (crown)
The Long and Winding Road.

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It had been a long road strewn with sharp stones and rocky boulders. Each step was fraught with peril. He had kept resolutely to his path, knowing all would be lost if he stumbled.

Today a few slow steps sufficed to claim his inheritance. He seized neither rod nor crown. In Faramir he recognised a fellow traveller over rough terrain. Aragorn knelt in humility to receive the crown of his forefathers.

Aragorn was King. His heart, though, still wandered along stony highways seeking his treasure. Not until Arwen were his Queen would the stones beneath his feet become green pastures.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Psalm 23. 2-3
lindahoyland: (Eldarion)
Cloaked with Love

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Arwen regarded the cloak her small son was wearing with dismay. The garment was finely woven, but well worn. “Why is Eldarion wearing this old cloak?” she asked his nanny.

“The King desired that he should wear it,” the woman replied.

Later that day Arwen said to Aragorn. “Our son has fairer cloaks by far. It surprises me that you chose such a shabby one for him to wear.”

“I spent many a happy childhood hour playing out of doors in that cloak,” said Aragorn. “I recall my mother weaving it for me.”

Tears pricked Arwen's eyes. She said no more.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. Proverbs 15.17
lindahoyland: (A/A)
Title: Star Daughter

Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Arwen, Aragorn
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

With thanks to Raksha.

Dedicated to Inzilbeth for her birthday.


The stars twinkled against a cloudless blue-black sky.

Singing Elbereth's praises, Arwen danced, her head thrown back in ecstasy, intoxicated by the sheer beauty of the spring night. Gems glistened in her unbound hair, while her unshod feet seemed barely to touch the ground.

Hardly of Arda she seemed, too ethereal to be a creature of flesh and blood, but rather that she were made of stardust, her song sweeter than the nightingale's.

Aragorn watched entranced. His heart soared at such beauty and grace, but how could he ever hope to win this star daughter?

Overhead, Gil-Estel seemed to smile.

When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.

When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. Matthew 2.9-10
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)
Sheaf - Willing Hands

These Characters are the property of the Estate of J. R. R Tolkien. This story has been written for pleasure and no profit has or will be made from it.


The rain clouds drew ever closer, their grey plumes like angry warhorses about to charge, trampling the grain. The harvesters quickened their pace.

Faramir bound the twine securely around another sheaf of wheat. He looked up and beheld the King walking across the field towards him. “I did not expect to see you here, sire.” Faramir exclaimed in surprise.

Aragorn smiled. “I grow weary of sitting at a desk, my friend. I have laboured over sheaves of paper all morning, this afternoon I would liefer choose wheat. Why should the king stand idle when the harvest is ripe for gathering?"

Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few;
Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest. - Matthew 9. 37-38
lindahoyland: (Arwen happy)
Title – Deaf to the Summons
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Arwen/Aragorn, Eldarion,OFC
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain


Eldarion laughed as the waves washed over his toes. He splashed happily in the shallow water. His sister, more cautious, clutched tightly at her father’s hand and tentatively dipped her toes in the water.

Arwen smiled indulgently at her children. The wind whipped her hair, swirling it around her face. The sand felt warm under her bare feet.

The waves gently lapped over the sand. Overhead, the gulls wheeled and screamed mournfully before flying towards the western horizon and vanishing from sight.

If the sea still called to Arwen, she heard it not; her children’s laughter had drowned its summons.

Isaiah 48.18 O that thou hadst hearkened to my commandments! then had thy peace been as a river, and thy righteousness as the waves of the sea:
lindahoyland: (moon)
Thengling mighty -Théoden

With grateful thanks to Raksha for suggesting the title and beta reading.

For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee. And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. Isaiah 60 2-3

Darkness enshrouded him. Deep darkness. He knew not for how long. Day followed day, month followed month, and year followed year.

The children of his House tried in vain to lift his spirits. The darkness though was stronger.

Wormtongue's words seemed wisdom, lulling him back to lethargy when inklings of awareness dawned. Dark were his days and darker his disgrace.

Then hope entered the hall. The wizard once grey garbed, now gleamed white. Stretching forth his staff, he kindled anew the King's fading flame.


Darkness dissipated.


Théoden rode forth fighting. Never shone his sun more brightly than at its setting.

A/N Théoden was healed by Gandalf on March 2nd 3019 and died in battle on March 15th.
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Arwen)

Mightier than the Sword
These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
With grateful thanks to Raksha



A loud scream emanated from the King’s private apartments. The guards drew their swords and raced to the rescue. Whatever could be wrong? Had an intruder assaulted their lord?

Aragorn stood in the centre of his chamber, clad only in breeches, boots, a half finished shirt, and a deep scowl.

“Do stand still, Estel!” chided the Queen, brandishing a pincushion.

“You might stick another pin in me!” growled Aragorn. To think that the Haradrim had bested him, not with the sword, but with indigo silk!

Seeing their lord's fierce look, the guards hastily left the room, suppressing their laughter.

I clothed thee also with broidered work, and shod thee with badgers' skin, and I girded thee about with fine linen, and I covered thee with silk. Ezekiel 16.10
lindahoyland: (Faramir and Eowyn art)
Disclaimer These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.


Harvest Moon – Moonstruck

With thanks to Raksha

A tall man stood outlined against the rising harvest moon. A gem adorned his noble brow, and his eyes shone like stars.

Faramir knelt before the man together with a lady with golden hair. She held out a sheaf of ripe corn towards the man.

"Yavanna's blessings be upon you both and our fruitful land!" the stranger said.

Faramir swayed slightly as he came back to himself. Before him lay no fertile meadow, but a corpse strewn battlefield. Only the moon remained

"Are you well, Captain?" Damrod enquired.

"T'was but a moonstruck vision," said Faramir. "Would that it were real!"


He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.Psalm 126.6
lindahoyland: (Ranger)
Title: Apprehension
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn.


Rating: G
Warnings: none
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.


Aragorn flicked an imaginary speck of dust from his tunic for perhaps the tenth time. Apprehensively he rehearsed the words of the ceremony in his head. He dared not; must not make any mistakes on such an important occasion. A wedding was the greatest day of a man's life, or so it was said.

The bride appeared, lovely and pale, clad in blue and leaning upon her father's arm.
The nervous groom took his place beside her.

Aragorn cleared his throat and began, "It is my honour and privilege as chieftain to join you, Halbarad, and you, Elwen in wedlock."

Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. Genesis 2.24
lindahoyland: (Aragorn and Faramir)

No Regrets
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“Do you ever regret?” Aragorn asked Faramir as the two men rode abreast through Faramir’s lands.

“Regret what?” The younger man looked puzzled.

“That you are not Ruling Steward,” said the King.

Faramir laughed aloud. ”How could I, when I have all this?” He gestured around him. Fields once battlegrounds were now covered by waving corn and scarlet poppies. Honeysuckle and wild roses bedecked the hedgerows. Butterflies and bees flitted from flower to flower, blackbirds and thrushes sang sweetly in the treetops.

“I have the fairest garden in Gondor to share with my Éowyn. What more could any man want?”

Psalm 16.11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
lindahoyland: (A/A)
Crown of T​horns

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The roses bloomed early in Gondor, a profusion of blossoms in pink and white, and released a headier perfume than those in the North. Or did he just fancy it so, now that he could gather them freely for his beloved?

Ignoring the gardeners’ scandalised expressions, Aragorn carefully selected the finest blooms for his Queen. It was the least he could do for the one who had given him her all.

A sharp pain pierced his finger. He glanced down and saw the droplet of crimson blood. The roses were fair indeed, but each stem bore cruel thorns in plenty.


 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Song of Solomon- 2.2

lindahoyland: (Thorongil)
No Common Soldier

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With thanks to Raksha

Thorongil sang softly as he polished his gear, a rapt expression on his face.

“I am surprised that you know this song.”

Denethor’s words startled him out of his reverie.

”I have known it since childhood,” Thorongil said simply.

“The words are remembered only by scholars and those of high lineage here in Gondor,” Denethor said coldly. “What common soldier would know “The Lay of Lúthien?”

“It is different in the North."

“It surprises me that those living in such a desolate land would study lore,” said Denethor.

“Much about the North would surprise you,” said Thorongil, resuming his song.

And Nathanael said unto him, Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth? Philip saith unto him, Come and see.
John 1:45-47

lindahoyland: (A/A)
Bridal Bouquet

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Rosemary to remember days past, and her mother far away; red roses for the love she shares with the man she weds this day. A few sprigs of orange blossom to ensure Yavanna grants her children. Then laurel, to remind her that she marries a hero, victorious in battle.

She would have chosen elanor and niphredil, but none grew in this City of Men. Instead, she chooses bitter rue for Arwen's forsaken immortality.
Galadriel tied the bouquet with blue ribbon to honour the steadfastness of the one she knew would make Arwen happy. Smiling, she led her to her bridegroom.


The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land- Song of Solomon 2-12
lindahoyland: (Aragorn smile)
Disclaimer – The recognisable characters in this story all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

The days were shortening, the leaves slowly turning red and gold.

He used to dread these days, heralding the hardship of a long northern winter.

No longer did his spirits fall with the tumbling leaves. Cold nights could be spent by a warm fire with his wife and children and the cheerful company of good friends.

Sometimes on summer days, he lamented his loss of freedom to wander in the wilds, feeling sun upon his skin and the wind in his hair.

Curled on cold nights in his wife's warm embrace, Aragorn Elessar counted the advantages of hearth and home.

Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter. Psalms 74- 17
lindahoyland: (moon)
So many of my friends here are doing something special for Advent that I thought I should try to do something too though I'm rather late.
.
I fear my Muses are in hibernation as is most of me, so I don't feel like trying to write something new each day. I should come up with some profound spiritual thoughts, but others are better qualified to do that.

I've decided as I've written over 300 drabbles, I'll repost some my favourites during December and try and think of a Bible verse to go with each one.

Hope you enjoy them and maybe find some you missed.


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

The Stuff of Nightmares


Eldarion watched intently while his father polished Andúril. He reached a tentative finger towards the bright steel.

“Be careful,” Aragorn cautioned. “The blade is very sharp. It could hurt you.”

“Have you cut enemies heads off with it?” Eldarion asked eagerly.

“I have indeed,” Aragorn replied. ”This blade has been stained scarlet with their blood! Andúril has triumphed in many a battle.”

“Estel!” Arwen chided. “You will frighten the child with such gory tales. He will have nightmares.”

“I want to hear more,” begged Eldarion. “I won't have bad dreams.”

“But I will, ion nîn” Aragorn said gravely, sheathing the blade.


And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.-Isaiah 9:5


No Regrets

“Do you ever regret?” Aragorn asked Faramir as the two men rode abreast through Faramir’s lands. 

“Regret what?” The younger man looked puzzled. 

“That you are not Ruling Steward,” said the King. 

Faramir laughed aloud. ”How could I, when I have all this?” He gestured around him. Fields once battlegrounds were now covered by waving corn and scarlet poppies. Honeysuckle and wild roses bedecked the hedgerows. Butterflies and bees flitted from flower to flower, blackbirds and thrushes sang sweetly in the treetops. 

“I have the fairest garden in Gondor to share with my Éowyn. What more could any man want?” 

And why take you thought for clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. -Matthew Chapter 6 Verse  28-29


Following the Star

 

With thanks to Raksha

Even a Ranger alone in the wilderness can sometimes lose his way. Sometimes the path is hard to find, or the ground too treacherous for even the surest footed. 

Then there are times when loneliness, dread, or loss of hope can lose a man’s direction. As if in a fog, he stumbles confused when darkness threatens to enshroud him. 

Then Aragorn remembers Elrond’s counsel and looks upwards, keen grey eyes searching the night sky until he see it: the Star of Eärendil, beacon of Hope when all other light fails. 

With such a pathfinder Aragorn is never truly lost.


When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.-Matthew 2.10

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