[identity profile] aranellaurelote.livejournal.com
Author:Lily
Title: 
Rating: G 
Theme: Ides of March
Elements: 'Mile after endless mile, to what end?'
Author's Notes: another late entry - and not the happiest thing I've ever written either!
Summary:'Mile after endless mile, to what end? To what senseless slaughter will we next commit ourselves? How many more sons shall fall, before we lose the right to our own? Why do men turn their heads away and pretend they only see the good?' 
Word Count:500

Read more... )

They had won the day, but they could not rejoice. No matter what great victory was gained they always lost too many for the sacrifices to seem worthwhile. They were too few for their losses.
That thought soured Aragorn’s mouth and he shut his eyes, as his hand gripped tight onto the cold, stiff, digits of the lifeless man who lay, on the on the ground next to him, amongst the bodies of the other, countless, dead.
Inside the city he knew the Rohirrim would be standing vigil around Théoden, and cursed that he could not reveal himself to all as the new King of Gondor, cursed that Halbarad would lie on the cold ground, amongst the common soldiers, rather than in a hall, bedecked with finery, as his weeping family began to mourn. But then the more he thought, the more foolish he realised he was being; Halbarad was a Dunedin Ranger and proud of it, he had lived his whole life in the wilds of Eregion, and cared as much for pomp and fine clothes as he did for a month without his pipe, no matter who he was related to.
Still, it did not lessen the feelings of anger and guilt in Aragorn’s heart. He knew it was because of him that Halbarad had led the others down, with the Son’s of Elrond, because Halbarad had always believed that Aragorn could become the magnificent king of men he was born to be, no matter how immense the enemy that had to be defeated first.

Suddenly, Aragorn felt a presence beside him, and opened his eyes to see the twin son’s of Elrond standing there. Stiffly, he rose from his crouched position to greet them.  But no word were spoken, they simply placed an arm each around his shoulders and stood with him, gazing down at Halbarad’s peaceful face. Elladan and Elrohir had often ridden out with the Rangers, hunting Orcs, and other such monsters of the Enemy, and they had known Halbarad, as Aragon’s lieutenant, almost as an extension of Aragorn himself.
‘Well’, Elrohir had joked once ‘you certainly can’t tell the difference by smelling them, and until we scrape off all the mud, there’s no knowing which one’s which!’ at which point they’d shoved the helpless Halbarad into the river, mistaking him for Aragorn, and it was only when Halbarad had scrambled back to the bank, muttering darkly that ‘they should know better at their age, especially with their father being who he is’ that they realised their error.

So the three stood there, two immortals and a long-lost king, silhouetted against the fading sun, gazing down upon the dead, thoughts of what the next days would bring rushing through their heads.


[identity profile] aranellaurelote.livejournal.com
Author:Lily
Title: 
Rating: G 
Theme: Ides of March
Elements: 'Mile after endless mile, to what end?'
Author's Notes: another late entry - and not the happiest thing I've ever written either!
Summary:'Mile after endless mile, to what end? To what senseless slaughter will we next commit ourselves? How many more sons shall fall, before we lose the right to our own? Why do men turn their heads away and pretend they only see the good?' 
Word Count:500

Read more... )

They had won the day, but they could not rejoice. No matter what great victory was gained they always lost too many for the sacrifices to seem worthwhile. They were too few for their losses.
That thought soured Aragorn’s mouth and he shut his eyes, as his hand gripped tight onto the cold, stiff, digits of the lifeless man who lay, on the on the ground next to him, amongst the bodies of the other, countless, dead.
Inside the city he knew the Rohirrim would be standing vigil around Théoden, and cursed that he could not reveal himself to all as the new King of Gondor, cursed that Halbarad would lie on the cold ground, amongst the common soldiers, rather than in a hall, bedecked with finery, as his weeping family began to mourn. But then the more he thought, the more foolish he realised he was being; Halbarad was a Dunedin Ranger and proud of it, he had lived his whole life in the wilds of Eregion, and cared as much for pomp and fine clothes as he did for a month without his pipe, no matter who he was related to.
Still, it did not lessen the feelings of anger and guilt in Aragorn’s heart. He knew it was because of him that Halbarad had led the others down, with the Son’s of Elrond, because Halbarad had always believed that Aragorn could become the magnificent king of men he was born to be, no matter how immense the enemy that had to be defeated first.

Suddenly, Aragorn felt a presence beside him, and opened his eyes to see the twin son’s of Elrond standing there. Stiffly, he rose from his crouched position to greet them.  But no word were spoken, they simply placed an arm each around his shoulders and stood with him, gazing down at Halbarad’s peaceful face. Elladan and Elrohir had often ridden out with the Rangers, hunting Orcs, and other such monsters of the Enemy, and they had known Halbarad, as Aragon’s lieutenant, almost as an extension of Aragorn himself.
‘Well’, Elrohir had joked once ‘you certainly can’t tell the difference by smelling them, and until we scrape off all the mud, there’s no knowing which one’s which!’ at which point they’d shoved the helpless Halbarad into the river, mistaking him for Aragorn, and it was only when Halbarad had scrambled back to the bank, muttering darkly that ‘they should know better at their age, especially with their father being who he is’ that they realised their error.

So the three stood there, two immortals and a long-lost king, silhouetted against the fading sun, gazing down upon the dead, thoughts of what the next days would bring rushing through their heads.


[identity profile] aranellaurelote.livejournal.com
Author:Lily
Title: 
Rating: G 
Theme: Ides of March
Elements: 'Mile after endless mile, to what end?'
Author's Notes: another late entry - and not the happiest thing I've ever written either!
Summary:'Mile after endless mile, to what end? To what senseless slaughter will we next commit ourselves? How many more sons shall fall, before we lose the right to our own? Why do men turn their heads away and pretend they only see the good?' 
Word Count:500

Read more... )

They had won the day, but they could not rejoice. No matter what great victory was gained they always lost too many for the sacrifices to seem worthwhile. They were too few for their losses.
That thought soured Aragorn’s mouth and he shut his eyes, as his hand gripped tight onto the cold, stiff, digits of the lifeless man who lay, on the on the ground next to him, amongst the bodies of the other, countless, dead.
Inside the city he knew the Rohirrim would be standing vigil around Théoden, and cursed that he could not reveal himself to all as the new King of Gondor, cursed that Halbarad would lie on the cold ground, amongst the common soldiers, rather than in a hall, bedecked with finery, as his weeping family began to mourn. But then the more he thought, the more foolish he realised he was being; Halbarad was a Dunedin Ranger and proud of it, he had lived his whole life in the wilds of Eregion, and cared as much for pomp and fine clothes as he did for a month without his pipe, no matter who he was related to.
Still, it did not lessen the feelings of anger and guilt in Aragorn’s heart. He knew it was because of him that Halbarad had led the others down, with the Son’s of Elrond, because Halbarad had always believed that Aragorn could become the magnificent king of men he was born to be, no matter how immense the enemy that had to be defeated first.

Suddenly, Aragorn felt a presence beside him, and opened his eyes to see the twin son’s of Elrond standing there. Stiffly, he rose from his crouched position to greet them.  But no word were spoken, they simply placed an arm each around his shoulders and stood with him, gazing down at Halbarad’s peaceful face. Elladan and Elrohir had often ridden out with the Rangers, hunting Orcs, and other such monsters of the Enemy, and they had known Halbarad, as Aragon’s lieutenant, almost as an extension of Aragorn himself.
‘Well’, Elrohir had joked once ‘you certainly can’t tell the difference by smelling them, and until we scrape off all the mud, there’s no knowing which one’s which!’ at which point they’d shoved the helpless Halbarad into the river, mistaking him for Aragorn, and it was only when Halbarad had scrambled back to the bank, muttering darkly that ‘they should know better at their age, especially with their father being who he is’ that they realised their error.

So the three stood there, two immortals and a long-lost king, silhouetted against the fading sun, gazing down upon the dead, thoughts of what the next days would bring rushing through their heads.


[identity profile] aranellaurelote.livejournal.com
Author:Lily
Title: 
Rating: G 
Theme: Ides of March
Elements: 'Mile after endless mile, to what end?'
Author's Notes: another late entry - and not the happiest thing I've ever written either!
Summary:'Mile after endless mile, to what end? To what senseless slaughter will we next commit ourselves? How many more sons shall fall, before we lose the right to our own? Why do men turn their heads away and pretend they only see the good?' 
Word Count:500

Read more... )

They had won the day, but they could not rejoice. No matter what great victory was gained they always lost too many for the sacrifices to seem worthwhile. They were too few for their losses.
That thought soured Aragorn’s mouth and he shut his eyes, as his hand gripped tight onto the cold, stiff, digits of the lifeless man who lay, on the on the ground next to him, amongst the bodies of the other, countless, dead.
Inside the city he knew the Rohirrim would be standing vigil around Théoden, and cursed that he could not reveal himself to all as the new King of Gondor, cursed that Halbarad would lie on the cold ground, amongst the common soldiers, rather than in a hall, bedecked with finery, as his weeping family began to mourn. But then the more he thought, the more foolish he realised he was being; Halbarad was a Dunedin Ranger and proud of it, he had lived his whole life in the wilds of Eregion, and cared as much for pomp and fine clothes as he did for a month without his pipe, no matter who he was related to.
Still, it did not lessen the feelings of anger and guilt in Aragorn’s heart. He knew it was because of him that Halbarad had led the others down, with the Son’s of Elrond, because Halbarad had always believed that Aragorn could become the magnificent king of men he was born to be, no matter how immense the enemy that had to be defeated first.

Suddenly, Aragorn felt a presence beside him, and opened his eyes to see the twin son’s of Elrond standing there. Stiffly, he rose from his crouched position to greet them.  But no word were spoken, they simply placed an arm each around his shoulders and stood with him, gazing down at Halbarad’s peaceful face. Elladan and Elrohir had often ridden out with the Rangers, hunting Orcs, and other such monsters of the Enemy, and they had known Halbarad, as Aragon’s lieutenant, almost as an extension of Aragorn himself.
‘Well’, Elrohir had joked once ‘you certainly can’t tell the difference by smelling them, and until we scrape off all the mud, there’s no knowing which one’s which!’ at which point they’d shoved the helpless Halbarad into the river, mistaking him for Aragorn, and it was only when Halbarad had scrambled back to the bank, muttering darkly that ‘they should know better at their age, especially with their father being who he is’ that they realised their error.

So the three stood there, two immortals and a long-lost king, silhouetted against the fading sun, gazing down upon the dead, thoughts of what the next days would bring rushing through their heads.


dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 5 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
The March Challenge stories, with the theme of “The Ides of March“ have now been posted. All of the stories were to be set on March 15, T.A. 3019, and each author was given a sentence as a story starter. We have ten entries.

The March Challenge


Through Shadow, By Cathleen
With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat

The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond by Pearl Took How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?

Found by Larner The battle rages before Minas Tirith, there across the river. In Cirith Ungol Samwise Gamgee seeks the place where his Master has been borne.

Defeat of Despair - by Larner What odors would define March 15 for Denethor's smallest Guardsman?

In Darkness Buried Deep by Dreamflower Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol (a double drabble)

March 15, 3019 T.A. in the Houses of Healing by Rhyselle For a healer the aftermath of war can be difficult.

Death and Life by Golden Beregond considers his actions at the hallows.

The Old that is Strong by Linda Hoyland Watching over the dying Faramir,Ioreth is shocked when Gandalf brings a stranger to tend him.

Watching from afar - by Nath It is said in The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen that Arwen watched over Aragorn in thought. At times, this must have been a harrowing experience.

One Breath of Air by Celeritas A conversation on Taniquetil c. March 14, T.A. 3019

I hope you will check out the stories, and let the authors know how you liked them!
And authors, remember that late entries are always welcome!
dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 5 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
The March Challenge stories, with the theme of “The Ides of March“ have now been posted. All of the stories were to be set on March 15, T.A. 3019, and each author was given a sentence as a story starter. We have ten entries.

The March Challenge


Through Shadow, By Cathleen
With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat

The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond by Pearl Took How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?

Found by Larner The battle rages before Minas Tirith, there across the river. In Cirith Ungol Samwise Gamgee seeks the place where his Master has been borne.

Defeat of Despair - by Larner What odors would define March 15 for Denethor's smallest Guardsman?

In Darkness Buried Deep by Dreamflower Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol (a double drabble)

March 15, 3019 T.A. in the Houses of Healing by Rhyselle For a healer the aftermath of war can be difficult.

Death and Life by Golden Beregond considers his actions at the hallows.

The Old that is Strong by Linda Hoyland Watching over the dying Faramir,Ioreth is shocked when Gandalf brings a stranger to tend him.

Watching from afar - by Nath It is said in The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen that Arwen watched over Aragorn in thought. At times, this must have been a harrowing experience.

One Breath of Air by Celeritas A conversation on Taniquetil c. March 14, T.A. 3019

I hope you will check out the stories, and let the authors know how you liked them!
And authors, remember that late entries are always welcome!
dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 5 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
The March Challenge stories, with the theme of “The Ides of March“ have now been posted. All of the stories were to be set on March 15, T.A. 3019, and each author was given a sentence as a story starter. We have ten entries.

The March Challenge


Through Shadow, By Cathleen
With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat

The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond by Pearl Took How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?

Found by Larner The battle rages before Minas Tirith, there across the river. In Cirith Ungol Samwise Gamgee seeks the place where his Master has been borne.

Defeat of Despair - by Larner What odors would define March 15 for Denethor's smallest Guardsman?

In Darkness Buried Deep by Dreamflower Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol (a double drabble)

March 15, 3019 T.A. in the Houses of Healing by Rhyselle For a healer the aftermath of war can be difficult.

Death and Life by Golden Beregond considers his actions at the hallows.

The Old that is Strong by Linda Hoyland Watching over the dying Faramir,Ioreth is shocked when Gandalf brings a stranger to tend him.

Watching from afar - by Nath It is said in The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen that Arwen watched over Aragorn in thought. At times, this must have been a harrowing experience.

One Breath of Air by Celeritas A conversation on Taniquetil c. March 14, T.A. 3019

I hope you will check out the stories, and let the authors know how you liked them!
And authors, remember that late entries are always welcome!
dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 5 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
The March Challenge stories, with the theme of “The Ides of March“ have now been posted. All of the stories were to be set on March 15, T.A. 3019, and each author was given a sentence as a story starter. We have ten entries.

The March Challenge


Through Shadow, By Cathleen
With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat

The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond by Pearl Took How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?

Found by Larner The battle rages before Minas Tirith, there across the river. In Cirith Ungol Samwise Gamgee seeks the place where his Master has been borne.

Defeat of Despair - by Larner What odors would define March 15 for Denethor's smallest Guardsman?

In Darkness Buried Deep by Dreamflower Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol (a double drabble)

March 15, 3019 T.A. in the Houses of Healing by Rhyselle For a healer the aftermath of war can be difficult.

Death and Life by Golden Beregond considers his actions at the hallows.

The Old that is Strong by Linda Hoyland Watching over the dying Faramir,Ioreth is shocked when Gandalf brings a stranger to tend him.

Watching from afar - by Nath It is said in The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen that Arwen watched over Aragorn in thought. At times, this must have been a harrowing experience.

One Breath of Air by Celeritas A conversation on Taniquetil c. March 14, T.A. 3019

I hope you will check out the stories, and let the authors know how you liked them!
And authors, remember that late entries are always welcome!
[identity profile] ceshaughnessy.livejournal.com
Author: Cathleen
Title: Through Shadow
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Starter Sentence
_____had thought (he/she) would never see____again, yet here (he, she, it) was.

Author's Notes: Hithfaer means “Mist- Spirit”. The soothsaying cat of Gondorian legend first appeared in my story “A Cat of a Different Colour” and then in “Perchance to Dream”. Beta by Dreamflower. Dizzy is a character created by Shireling, and she has graciously allowed me to include him in my stories.
Summary: With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat
Word Count: 2,575

Read more )
[identity profile] ceshaughnessy.livejournal.com
Author: Cathleen
Title: Through Shadow
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Starter Sentence
_____had thought (he/she) would never see____again, yet here (he, she, it) was.

Author's Notes: Hithfaer means “Mist- Spirit”. The soothsaying cat of Gondorian legend first appeared in my story “A Cat of a Different Colour” and then in “Perchance to Dream”. Beta by Dreamflower. Dizzy is a character created by Shireling, and she has graciously allowed me to include him in my stories.
Summary: With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat
Word Count: 2,575

Read more )
[identity profile] ceshaughnessy.livejournal.com
Author: Cathleen
Title: Through Shadow
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Starter Sentence
_____had thought (he/she) would never see____again, yet here (he, she, it) was.

Author's Notes: Hithfaer means “Mist- Spirit”. The soothsaying cat of Gondorian legend first appeared in my story “A Cat of a Different Colour” and then in “Perchance to Dream”. Beta by Dreamflower. Dizzy is a character created by Shireling, and she has graciously allowed me to include him in my stories.
Summary: With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat
Word Count: 2,575

Read more )
[identity profile] ceshaughnessy.livejournal.com
Author: Cathleen
Title: Through Shadow
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Starter Sentence
_____had thought (he/she) would never see____again, yet here (he, she, it) was.

Author's Notes: Hithfaer means “Mist- Spirit”. The soothsaying cat of Gondorian legend first appeared in my story “A Cat of a Different Colour” and then in “Perchance to Dream”. Beta by Dreamflower. Dizzy is a character created by Shireling, and she has graciously allowed me to include him in my stories.
Summary: With Merry safe in the Houses of Healing, Pippin takes some rest at last, and receives a visit from a mysterious cat
Word Count: 2,575

Read more )
[identity profile] pearltook1.livejournal.com
Author: Pearl Took
Title: The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: starter: "Would there be no end to this running?"
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: a bit gory
Summary: How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?
Word Count: 2,828

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[identity profile] pearltook1.livejournal.com
Author: Pearl Took
Title: The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: starter: "Would there be no end to this running?"
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: a bit gory
Summary: How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?
Word Count: 2,828

Read More )
[identity profile] pearltook1.livejournal.com
Author: Pearl Took
Title: The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: starter: "Would there be no end to this running?"
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: a bit gory
Summary: How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?
Word Count: 2,828

Read More )
[identity profile] pearltook1.livejournal.com
Author: Pearl Took
Title: The Testing of Bergil son of Beregond
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: starter: "Would there be no end to this running?"
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: a bit gory
Summary: How did Bergil end up running errands for the healers?
Word Count: 2,828

Read More )
dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 6 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
Author: Dreamflower
Title: In Darkness Buried Deep
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Story starter--"Could it really be over?"
Summary: Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol
Word Count: 200 ( a double drabble )

In Darkness Buried Deep
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dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 6 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
Author: Dreamflower
Title: In Darkness Buried Deep
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Story starter--"Could it really be over?"
Summary: Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol
Word Count: 200 ( a double drabble )

In Darkness Buried Deep
Read more... )
dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 6 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
Author: Dreamflower
Title: In Darkness Buried Deep
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Story starter--"Could it really be over?"
Summary: Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol
Word Count: 200 ( a double drabble )

In Darkness Buried Deep
Read more... )
dreamflower: (LOTR Challenges 6 by judy)
[personal profile] dreamflower
Author: Dreamflower
Title: In Darkness Buried Deep
Rating: PG
Theme: The Ides of March
Elements: Story starter--"Could it really be over?"
Summary: Frodo and Sam and Cirith Ungol
Word Count: 200 ( a double drabble )

In Darkness Buried Deep
Read more... )

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