The Silver Tree
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lotrchallengesAuthor: Linda Hoyland
The Silver Tree:
G:
Out on a Limb:
Elements: Nimloth
Author's Notes: This story can be seen as a sequel to my story “The White Tree” at
http://www.lotrgfic.com/viewstory.php?sid=217
Verily this is a sapling of the line of Nimloth the fair; and that was a seedling of Galathilion, and that a fruit of Telperion of many names,
And Aragorn planted the new tree in the court by the fountain, and swiftly and gladly it began to grow; and when the month of June entered in it was laden with blossom. - Tolkien
Faramir and the new King take an unexpected walk:
Word Count:611
Sleep was slow to come to Faramir. His heart still ached for the loss of his brother and at the manner of his father’s death. Many good things had happened too; the coming of the King, his love for the Lady Éowyn; the defeat of the Dark Lord, and his own rescue from the Shadow, but when he was in his room late at night, alone in the silence and darkness, sometimes his mind was troubled.
Inwardly berating himself for his low spirits, Faramir decided that the best remedy for brooding was to be found in work. He rose from his bed, lit the candles and pulled on a shirt and breeches, then settled down at the small desk in the corner of his chamber to study a report concerning repairing the main gate of the City.
A tap came at his door, so softly at first, he thought he had imagined it, then louder accompanied by someone softly calling his name.
Faramir went to the door and opened it. To his amazement the King stood on the threshold, holding a lantern.
“My lord!” Faramir exclaimed, bowing low. “How might I be of service?”
“There is no need for such formality, Faramir.” The King smiled. “I trust I did not disturb you. I saw your candle burning and should like to show you something if you would care to come with me. Bring your cloak, for the night is quite chill.”
”Of course, my lord.”
Faramir hastily snatched up his cloak and blew out the candles. He followed the King as they softly made their way through the almost deserted corridors, nodding a greeting to the guards on duty.
Once they were outside, it was almost as bright as day in the bright moonlight. Earlier rain had left the air fresh and clean and faintly perfumed with spring blossoms. It was the kind of night that poets sang about.
Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted seeking her mate.
“Come!” said Aragorn leading the way towards the Court of the Fountain. “I came out earlier for a breath of air and saw this. It is too fair to keep to myself, and I thought at once, that you were the man most likely to appreciate it.”
He hurried ahead with great long strides, which the Steward, still recovering from his wounds, found hard to keep up with. He understood now why the Hobbits referred to the King as Strider. Their footsteps echoed on the flagstones.
Aragorn paused and waited for the younger man to catch up. “I am sorry,” he said contritely. “Sometimes I forget I am no longer alone in the wilds!”
Faramir could think of no reply. He still did not quite know what to make of his new Lord. Already he loved and admired him, but the King also baffled him at times.
“Look!” said Aragorn as they rounded a bend. He stopped and gazed upwards.
Faramir followed his gaze and gasped in awe. The new White Tree had blossomed the day before. Faramir had thought that one of the fairest sights he had ever seen when the flowers, bathed in the fountain’s droplets, sparkled in the sun. But the moonlit tree looked not only fair, but also truly enchanted. The white blooms had turned to silver and seemed to glow against the midnight sky. “Surely Nimloth itself could not have looked fairer!” he exclaimed.
“I thought you would enjoy seeing our new White Tree thus,” said Aragorn. He gripped Faramir’s shoulder.
The Steward felt a surge of warmth and healing, not only for himself, but his beloved land, already beginning to blossom beneath the Returned King’s touch.
The Silver Tree:
G:
Out on a Limb:
Elements: Nimloth
Author's Notes: This story can be seen as a sequel to my story “The White Tree” at
http://www.lotrgfic.com/viewstory.php?sid=217
Verily this is a sapling of the line of Nimloth the fair; and that was a seedling of Galathilion, and that a fruit of Telperion of many names,
And Aragorn planted the new tree in the court by the fountain, and swiftly and gladly it began to grow; and when the month of June entered in it was laden with blossom. - Tolkien
Faramir and the new King take an unexpected walk:
Word Count:611
Sleep was slow to come to Faramir. His heart still ached for the loss of his brother and at the manner of his father’s death. Many good things had happened too; the coming of the King, his love for the Lady Éowyn; the defeat of the Dark Lord, and his own rescue from the Shadow, but when he was in his room late at night, alone in the silence and darkness, sometimes his mind was troubled.
Inwardly berating himself for his low spirits, Faramir decided that the best remedy for brooding was to be found in work. He rose from his bed, lit the candles and pulled on a shirt and breeches, then settled down at the small desk in the corner of his chamber to study a report concerning repairing the main gate of the City.
A tap came at his door, so softly at first, he thought he had imagined it, then louder accompanied by someone softly calling his name.
Faramir went to the door and opened it. To his amazement the King stood on the threshold, holding a lantern.
“My lord!” Faramir exclaimed, bowing low. “How might I be of service?”
“There is no need for such formality, Faramir.” The King smiled. “I trust I did not disturb you. I saw your candle burning and should like to show you something if you would care to come with me. Bring your cloak, for the night is quite chill.”
”Of course, my lord.”
Faramir hastily snatched up his cloak and blew out the candles. He followed the King as they softly made their way through the almost deserted corridors, nodding a greeting to the guards on duty.
Once they were outside, it was almost as bright as day in the bright moonlight. Earlier rain had left the air fresh and clean and faintly perfumed with spring blossoms. It was the kind of night that poets sang about.
Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted seeking her mate.
“Come!” said Aragorn leading the way towards the Court of the Fountain. “I came out earlier for a breath of air and saw this. It is too fair to keep to myself, and I thought at once, that you were the man most likely to appreciate it.”
He hurried ahead with great long strides, which the Steward, still recovering from his wounds, found hard to keep up with. He understood now why the Hobbits referred to the King as Strider. Their footsteps echoed on the flagstones.
Aragorn paused and waited for the younger man to catch up. “I am sorry,” he said contritely. “Sometimes I forget I am no longer alone in the wilds!”
Faramir could think of no reply. He still did not quite know what to make of his new Lord. Already he loved and admired him, but the King also baffled him at times.
“Look!” said Aragorn as they rounded a bend. He stopped and gazed upwards.
Faramir followed his gaze and gasped in awe. The new White Tree had blossomed the day before. Faramir had thought that one of the fairest sights he had ever seen when the flowers, bathed in the fountain’s droplets, sparkled in the sun. But the moonlit tree looked not only fair, but also truly enchanted. The white blooms had turned to silver and seemed to glow against the midnight sky. “Surely Nimloth itself could not have looked fairer!” he exclaimed.
“I thought you would enjoy seeing our new White Tree thus,” said Aragorn. He gripped Faramir’s shoulder.
The Steward felt a surge of warmth and healing, not only for himself, but his beloved land, already beginning to blossom beneath the Returned King’s touch.
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Date: 2005-07-10 12:24 am (UTC)Stay safe, all of you! I hope you won't get flooded again. I'll be thinking of you!
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Date: 2005-07-10 01:12 am (UTC)Here's to less rain and no flooding. Try to stay safe! I'll keep you all in my thoughts.
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Date: 2005-07-10 01:25 am (UTC)*Hugs to you and Marigold's mum.*
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Date: 2005-07-10 02:20 am (UTC)I certainly am hoping that the season is going to peak early, and blow itself out, but I am so afraid that at the rate things are going we'll be repeating this scenario all to often this summer.
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