Cats'Tales

B2MeM Prompt:O75- Archetypes – High Priest
Format: double drabble
Genre: spiritual
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Characters: Aragorn
Pairings: none
Creators notes:Tolkien says in “Unfinished Tales” if I'm not mistaken that Aragorn restored the custom of offering the first fruits to the One. I also mention this in “A Time to Reap” and “Stairway to Heaven”.
Summary: Aragorn offers the first fruits to the One.


Aragorn would never grow accustomed to the feeling as he stood in the Hallow, Here, he came not as King but as High Priest; interceding for his people with the One, the bridge between Divine and Men. He spake the three prayers as had his forebears in Númenor of old and offered up the first fruits He stretched out his arms towards the heavens and prayed from his heart. “I beseech, thee, Ilúvatar, bestow thy blessings upon my people and my land. Make me worthy as their ruler. Help me to guide them wisely and well, seeking only good.”

The sun broke through the clouds and light shone upon him.

A rushing of wind disturbed the still air. Two mighty eagles hovered above him. Aragorn bowed his head. The One had sent Manwë 's messengers to show that his offering was accepted.

The eagles each grasped a fruit in their talons and flew away, rising higher and higher until they vanished from sight.

Aragorn's heart overflowed with love and awe. Silently, he gave thanks. In this moment, he was part of the great vastness of the music of creation, part of all that is and was and is to be.

Author: Linda Hoyland

Title: Keeping Cool

Rating: G

Theme: Lazy summer

Elements : 199

Author's Notes: For all my readers who have been enduring a heat wave.

Summary: On a hot summer afternoon, Aragorn and Faramir are nowhere to be found.

Word Count: 200

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



“Where might the King be found?” Aragorn’s secretary enquired. He mopped his profusely sweating brow with a large handkerchief.

“Is he not with Lord Faramir?” Arwen replied. She sat fanning herself beside an open window. It was hot indeed for one of her kind to feel it.

“The Steward’s study is empty too, my lady.”

“Is the business urgent?”

“Not really, my lady, but these trade reports need the King’s signature.”

“I will tell him when I see him, Bergon.”

Arwen wandered out into the private gardens. She had a good idea where her husband and his Steward might be.

She espied them lounging in a shady spot on the grass beside an ornamental fountain. Boots and stockings discarded, their bare feet dangled in the cool water. Their tunics too, were cast aside, and their shirts unlaced.

Arwen had not seen her husband so contented since the hot weather had started several days before. His heart yearned for the cooler northern climes during Gondor’s balmy summers.

Arwen smiled. Surely even the King and his Steward could sometimes enjoy a lazy summer afternoon? Loth to disturb the two men, she crept silently away. The reports could wait for another, cooler day.

Title: Mushrooms in Lorien
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Frodo,Pippin
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 approx
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.

A belated birthday gift for shirebound 

The Ranger and the Hobbit walked away from Cerin Amroth hand in hand. Frodo marvelled at what he had briefly glimpsed. Why Aragorn had looked almost like a young Elf lord! Now Aragorn seemed sad and weary; as if the weight of Middle-earth lay upon his shoulders.

“What troubles you, Strider?" Frodo asked, squeezing the Man's hand in comfort.

“I cherish a dream that I may never achieve,” said Aragorn. “And I know that I shall not walk this way again. “But my burdens are light compared to yours, my friend.”

“Gandalf once told me that we must use well the time that was given to us,” Frodo replied.

“So he would often tell me,” answered Aragorn. “He also said that I must never lose hope.”

Just then a beaming Pippin came running towards them. “I've just seen the cook!” he cried. “Guess what? There are mushrooms for dinner! Great big juicy ones too, just like those that grow in the Shire!”

“That sounds wonderful!” said Frodo, his melancholy forgotten.

Aragorn laughed. It was difficult to stay sorrowful in the presence of hobbits. Perhaps Pippin’s mushrooms were a hopeful omen. Aragorn sometimes suspected that the Valar had a sense of humor.

Title: Mushrooms in Lorien
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Frodo,Pippin
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 approx
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.

A belated birthday gift for shirebound 

The Ranger and the Hobbit walked away from Cerin Amroth hand in hand. Frodo marvelled at what he had briefly glimpsed. Why Aragorn had looked almost like a young Elf lord! Now Aragorn seemed sad and weary; as if the weight of Middle-earth lay upon his shoulders.

“What troubles you, Strider?" Frodo asked, squeezing the Man's hand in comfort.

“I cherish a dream that I may never achieve,” said Aragorn. “And I know that I shall not walk this way again. “But my burdens are light compared to yours, my friend.”

“Gandalf once told me that we must use well the time that was given to us,” Frodo replied.

“So he would often tell me,” answered Aragorn. “He also said that I must never lose hope.”

Just then a beaming Pippin came running towards them. “I've just seen the cook!” he cried. “Guess what? There are mushrooms for dinner! Great big juicy ones too, just like those that grow in the Shire!”

“That sounds wonderful!” said Frodo, his melancholy forgotten.

Aragorn laughed. It was difficult to stay sorrowful in the presence of hobbits. Perhaps Pippin’s mushrooms were a hopeful omen. Aragorn sometimes suspected that the Valar had a sense of humor.