Challenge Drabbles - An ongoing series of drabbles and double drabbles written for
Challenges held in the LOTR GFIC Group and the SWG.
Author: Linda Hoyland
Title: Just as Good
Rating: G
Theme: Pairs
Elements: Cats and dogs
Beta: Raksha
Author's Notes:
Summary: Which is better, cats or dogs?
Word Count:100
These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain
Farawyn sat on the hearthrug playing with her cat, a handsome ginger tom who purred contentedly.
Eldarion raced into the room, his dog at his heels. The spaniel playfully chased the cat. Hackles raised, it growled at the intruder before fleeing.
“Your stupid dog’s upset my cat!” cried Farawyn.
“Your silly cat is cowardly!” Eldarion retorted.
“Cats are best!”
“Dogs are best!”
“Peace,” said Aragorn, entering unobserved. “Why must one choose either cats or dogs? I could never choose between you, my children. Cats and dogs each have their own worth, as do boys and girls while being very different!”
Title: Gilded Cage
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Arwen
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 for the idea.
The procession traversed the streets of Dol Amroth. Eager citizens craned their necks to catch a glimpse of their King and Queen as their ornately decorated carriage went slowly by, drawn by four splendid grey horses.
Aragorn gritted his teeth and forced himself to smile. It was kind of Prince Imrahil to send his carriage, but how he hated this bumpy, stuffy, uncomfortable means of transport. Little did the admiring crowds know that to Aragorn, a carriage was akin to a gilded cage. Better by far to be astride his faithful steed feeling the wind and sun caress his face.
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Author: Linda Hoyland
Title: Man of many Faces
Rating: PG
Theme: LOTR GFIC March challenge Lion and Lamb
Elements: angry/amiable
Beta: none
Author's Notes: none
Summary: In a day, Aragorn must play many parts.
Word Count: 150
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
“So you do not deny beating your wife and your children?” Aragorn demanded of the prisoner.
“No, they began to eat before I had my fill,” the man replied. “They deserved all they got!”
“Then you must pay the price!” Aragorn was unable to conceal his anger. “You will be flogged then exiled from the City forever. Take him away!”
The King sighed as he doffed his heavy ceremonial robes. Such crimes sickened him. He instructed an official to see that the miscreant’s wife and children were provided for then made his way home to where Arwen and his children awaited him.
His eyes lit up at Arwen’s welcoming smile and the sight of Eldarion and Farawyn running towards him to be hugged.
“It is good to see you,” he said, smiling at his family, no longer the angry judge but the loving and amicable husband and father once more. -
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Written for theShort and Sweet challenge, amended to 100 words.:
100 words:
With thanks to Curious Wombat and Raksha:
Dedicated to Curious Wombat
“You have a daughter, my lord,” the midwife tells me, her expression suggesting that I will be less than happy at the news. She could not be more mistaken.
I love Eldarion dearly and am proud of my son and heir, but a daughter is sheer delight. She will never want for her father’s love.
My daughter will grow up almost as fair as her mother and bear her mother's gentle grace. She will dance like a butterfly and sing like a nightingale.The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No Profit has been made from these stories.
Author: Linda Hoyland
The Steward's Task:
G:
Written for the Short and Sweet challenge and slightly altered to create a true drabble
100 words:
With thanks to Raksha.
Dedicated to Raksha.
Aragorn stifled a yawn. He forced himself to assume an alert expression as the poet recited a seemingly endless, and joyless, saga in praise of his own great deeds. He thought enviously of Arwen, excused the ordeal because of her pregnancy.
Beside him, Faramir listened with a rapt expression. Even so, Aragorn was puzzled as to why Arwen had been insistent that the Steward attend.
The room was unpleasantly warm. Perhaps later he could..
A sharp dig in his ribs jolted Aragorn back to full wakefulness.
“The Queen warned me that I might have to wake you,” Faramir grinned.
Author: Linda Hoyland
Title: The Sweetest Song
Rating: G
Written for LOTR GFIC January Potluck Challenge, Nightingale
Summary: Arwen ponders her future.
Dedicated to Princess of Gondor
The moon shone brightly illuminating Arwen’s path as she strolled through the gardens. In a nearby tree a nightingale sang sweetly.
Arwen felt a sudden pang. Would there be songbirds in her new home, or even trees? Tomorrow she would leave Imladris, perhaps never to return. How she would miss the beloved places she had dwelled throughout her long life.
Yet, soon she would have a new home, one with the man who had won her heart. Together they would raise a family. Her new life was just beginning. The song of love was sweeter even than the nightingale’s melody.
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Author: Linda Hoyland
Title: Day of the Dove
Rating: G
Theme: Birds
Elements: Dove
Beta: Raksha
Author's Notes: none
Summary: Imrahil muses on how times have changed
Word Count: 200
“Your father, Eldarion, is the greatest warrior Gondor has seen in this age,” Imrahil remarked thoughtfully. The Prince of Dol Amroth and the child were watching Aragorn lead his troops in a victory procession through the City streets after a battle against renegade Easterlings. “Thorongil, he called himself, and never was an eagle more fierce. Now, even mighty Thorongil’s valour is surpassed by King Elessar’s.”
Eldarion glowed with pride. He tried to cheer louder than anyone else as his father rode by on his mighty warhorse.
That evening Imrahil went to take leave of the King and Queen. He found Aragorn telling his son a bedtime story, while cradling his infant daughter in his arms. Beside him sat his Queen. The King’s eyes often met hers and he smiled at her tenderly.
Had the fierce eagle now become a nesting dove? The Prince mused. Thorongil had always been more than a soldier, with his knowledge of lore and healing, but it was as a warrior he had won renown and how Imrahil remembered him. How times have changed for the better!” Imrahil smiled contentedly. These were the days of the King when the doves could build their nests in peace.Author: Linda HoylandTitle: Summer Memories
Rating: G
Theme: Fixed Length Ficlets
Elements: Some Like It Hot
Word Count: 100
Summary: In the midst of a heat wave, Aragorn remembers the past.
Much as Aragorn loved Gondor, the balmier climes of the South often oppressed him.
In the North it was rarely as hot as this. He recalled fondly those rare days when it was warm enough to swim in the river, icily refreshing even at the height of summer.
A king, though, could hardly doff his royal robes and plunge into the Anduin as the fancy took him.
Now he had servants to fan his brow, bring him cool bathing water, and exotic juices to quench his thirst.
Yet sometimes Aragorn yearned only to splash gleefully in the Bruinen’s chill waters.
Rating:G
Theme:Birds
Elements:Jay
Author's Notes: none
Summary: Faramir encounters Gandalf in his father's garden.
Word Count:200
Written for the LOTR GFIC Community Challenge
In the sunny seclusion of the Steward's gardens, the old Wizard thoughtfully sat watching the birds searching for unwary insects.
“Am I disturbing you?” asked the young man.
“Not at all, my dear boy, I was thinking how people resemble birds,” said Gandalf. “Your father now, reminds me of a hawk, for nothing escapes his attention.”
“An apt observation.” Faramir seated himself beside his friend. “Which bird do you associate with Boromir?”
“The jay; a colourful and sociable fellow.”
Faramir smiled as he watched the handsome bird strut across the lawn. "And what am I, Mithrandir?" he enquired.
“I see you as a swallow, my boy,” said the Wizard.
Faramir looked slightly disappointed. The Swallow was a pretty and graceful little bird, but it seemed somewhat insignificant compared with the keen eyed hawk and handsome jay. Still, it was fitting enough for a younger son.
“Why so downcast?” asked Gandalf. “The swallow comes with the springtime as a sign of hope, so what bird could be finer? However long and dark the winter the swallows will always return. Now I must return to the archives.” With those enigmatic words, the Wizard rose from the bench leaving Faramir lost in thought.
Title: Fire and Ice
Rating: PGTheme: Hearts and Flowers, January Potluck
Elements: old love, heart of stone, hollyhock (ambition)
Beta: Raksha
Author's Notes:
Summary: Denethor is haunted by memories.
Word Count: 200
She had been his old love and his new; his lady, the mother of his children, his beloved. If Denethor closed his eyes, he could see her still, walking amongst the hollyhocks, wearing the cloak he had bought her in the same vivid blue.
Then his ambition had been to make her happy, to delight in their sons and to make her forget her yearning for the sea in the joy of their life together.
It was not to be. Finduilas had withered and died like a flower too long in the sun.
His heart turned then to stone.
All that was left now was to defend Gondor, to use every means that he had to discern the Enemy’s purposes, and to raise his sons to become mighty warriors worthy of their House.
Sometimes Faramir looks at him with her eyes. He looks away, determined that the frozen love and pain shall not be rekindled. Boromir has Ecthelion’s eyes; he can look his firstborn in the face.
Often when Denethor stares into the seeing stone, he fancies she is there, hidden amidst the tall hollyhocks, just out of sight. Then the vision changes and he sees only fire and destruction.
Title: Heart of Gondor
Rating: G
Theme: Beauty of Arda
Elements: fair, bare
Author's Notes:
Summary: Reflections on the the White Tree
Word Count: 119
Long years the tree stood, dead and crumbling,
Bare branches diminishing, snapping in the wind.
No tender care could halt the ravages of time.
Deep darkness fell and fierce fire blazed.
The City crumbled even as the tree.
Then light returned and a fresh breeze blew.
From the North, he came, Envinyatar;
Fierce flashed his sword felling his foes.
Afterwards, his hands brought healing.
For the tree, though; its time was past.
Tenderly he planted it, scion of Nimloth, even as he was scion of Kings.
Long had it awaited his coming, buried deep in the earth.
Swiftly it grew and put forth fair blossoms.
In the moonlight shining bright as stars.
Blessings had come again upon the land.
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
“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 Fare you well
Rating: G
Theme: Anniversary Special
Elements: Fare you well! Fare you well!
Author's Notes: A drabble that was rather a struggle to write and went through many revisions!
Summary: Aragorn bids farewell to his Hobbit friends
Word Count: 100
“The time has come for us to part and take our separate ways,” said Aragorn.
The Hobbits had known this day must come, but they were much saddened by the parting.
“Do not grieve,” said Aragorn. “We have trodden many paths together and forged a fellowship that can never be broken. For a little while, our paths must diverge, but always they will come together again. We will wander through the woods and across the fields again. Remember, dear friends, that we will always carry a portion of each other within our hearts, however many miles might be between us.”
Author: Linda Hoyland
Title: Shadows
Rating: PG for mild horror
Title: Shadows
Rating: PG for mild horror
Theme: Anniversary special
Elements: Through shadows to the edge of night
Author's Notes: I could not resist revisiting my favourite scene in the book for this special challenge.
Summary: Faramir is imprisoned in a realm of shadows
Word Count: 200
Shadows had never troubled Faramir before. They provided welcome respite from the summer’s heat or cover from the enemy’s watchful eye.
These shadows, though, were different. No mere figments of light and shade were they, but creatures filled with a malevolence that assailed his senses and filled the very air he breathed. They seeped into the every essence of his being and drained his strength, his joy, and his hope.
There was neither sun nor moon nor stars in this place, only creeping, all enshrouding shadows. They clung to him like cobwebs, leeching away his life force. The more he struggled, the more tightly they held him, their tendrils burning and freezing, cutting and pinching at his flesh.
His strength failed. He prepared to welcome death’s cold embrace.
“Faramir!”
A man’s voice, clear as a bell, rang in his ears.
“Come, my friend! Walk no more in darkness!”
He held out his hand to Faramir. He grasped it. It was warm.
Light shone from a jewel upon the stranger’s brow and he appeared shining like the sun in springtime glory
Filled with love and awe, Faramir cried out, “My King!”
Then the shadows dissolved like mist before the resplendent sun.