Title: A Woman’s Touch
Author: Linda HoylandCharacters/Pairing: Aragorn, Halbarad OMC
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.
Dedicated to Nath with grateful thanks for the idea
Thanks to Raksha for editorial assistance.
The three Rangers sat round the fire scowling over their task.
“I miss my mother,” said Halbarad.
“So do I,” said Aragorn.
“I mean to get married soon,” said the youngest.
“As chieftain I will be happy to perform the ceremony,” said Aragorn. “I did not know you had a sweetheart, though. You are very young yet to wed, Gilavir.”
“Who is the fortunate maiden?” asked Halbarad.
“I’ve no idea,” said the lad, frowning as he dropped a stitch. "She can be young or old, fair or homely. All that matters to me is that she can knit socks!”
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing:Arwen, Aragorn, Eldarion
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
With grateful thanks to
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shirebound for the idea
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.
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Arwen/Aragorn
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
For Julia
May the stars light his path!
Arwen carefully selected more gems to adorn her work.
May Elbereth protect him!
She skilfully stitched the emblems of Elendil.
May the Valar keep him from harm!
Her love would carry this banner into his greatest battle soon, and with every stitch she embroidered was a prayer for his victory and a blessing to protect him. For long years Arwen had waited and wrought this banner. If hopes and prayers and dreams were warriors, Aragorn would surely have an army vaster than grains of sand upon the shore. By love’s power he would triumph.
Title: Tangled Threads
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Gilraen, OCs
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
At first they had beheld her in bewilderment. “Why do you need to spin?” they asked “Are there not materials enough in Imladris to clothe you and Estel?”
Gilraen nodded sadly. These kindly Elves would never understand that only by concentrating on the spindle in her hand could she quiet the endless fears that would otherwise torment her every waking hour. Fears that her child could never be safe,
Sometimes Gilraen feared she would go mad. Instead, she spun, creating a web of inner security. Her thread would never be Elven fine, but by spinning it, Gilraen could smile serenely.
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn,Arwen
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
With Thanks to
shirebound for the idea Arwen grimaced at the worn green cloak. "Why do you keep this?” she asked.
Aragorn took it from her, a faraway look in his eyes. “Every stitch is full of memories,” he replied, “My mother patched it here. Behold her neat stitches! See the rent there, mended in coarse thread? Halbarad stitched both cloth and flesh after an encounter with an Orc blade. The neat darn near the hem; a tear mended by a kindly woman in Bree. Now I am required to dress in velvet and silk, this old cloak reminds me of the man the King once was.
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Eldarion,Arwen
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Eldarion felt dreadfully thirsty. His mother had insisted
that he visit the dyer's house
with her, but it was hot and he was bored. There was nothing to see bar rolls
of cloth
and vats of dye. Suddenly he espied a beaker of delicious looking red juice.
“May I have a drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” Arwen said absently.
Eldarion drank from the beaker. “It’s poison!” he cried, his mouth dripping
scarlet. ”Help, naneth, I'm dying!”
“You shall not die,” said Arwen. “I hope, though you have learned a lesson in
caution.That “juice” was a dye made from squashed beetles!”
