fileg's flight

Title: Your own Words
Word Count:100
Team:Dunedain
Characters: Boromir and Faramir
for the LOTR100 "teaching" challenge
edit: reposted here from the defunct lotr100


( Your Own Words )

Title: Isildur's Heir
Words: 150
Team: Dunedain
for the lotr100 might-have-been challenge

notes: I am making a resolution to hold myself strictly to the 100 mark at lotr100 (discipline, it's not just for breakfast anymore...) so I am sneaking a last few bloated drabbles in before the turn of the year. I will still post my unfettered, undisciplined vignettes here.This one needed the background...


(  Isildur's Heir )

Title: For Gondor
Words: 150
Team: Dunedain
For the might-have-been challenge

( For Gondor )

Mrkinch decided to test the strength of my heart this morning by writing this story.

Pip and Far were not happy. Neither was someone else. So, My Dear Mrkinch, this is for you


( Beregond )

This was a small idea for one last drabble in the minor character challenge. It got away from me. Unbetaed -- Inside, the title is linked to the Kipling...


The voice is Bergil's
( Breaking Strain )

Beasts of Burden
Team: Dunedain
Characters: If you hate ten member fellowships, better skip this...
Not what I meant to write. A beginning for the minor character challenge.

( Beasts of Burden )

The phrase I wrote this for has been in my “River” notes for a while, but this, in this form, is for mrkinch who precipitated it tonight.


Sworn Man


Something stirred in my heart the moment I saw him ride in. His brother’s face was there, and Striders’s bearing, and something that was all his own. He was weary, filthy and harried, yet he shone like a star.

My soul stirred again this morning as I watched him ride away. His father’s edict was a burden that weighed upon his heart, but his pain was for his men. His life was Gondor's; Denethor could not break his spirit or resolve.

I knew already I would be his sworn man forever. I had simply given my fealty to the wrong Steward of Gondor.

A double drabble, because I had 5 characters to describe. I promise to get back to the strict form with the next one.

Smoke



Strider, wrapped in his traveling cloak, stretched his long legs out and chewed the stem of his pipe happily, watching the moving clouds with the practiced eye of a ranger. Gimli, sitting upright, cradled the bowl of his pipe like a goblet of wine, and sucked the stem in quick, short breaths, letting smoke roll from his nose like steam. Merry drew slow, savoring drafts, rolling the smoke around delicately before opening his mouth to let it escape in its own time. Pippin, eyes closed in enjoyment, tapped his bottom lip between pulls, as though reluctant to let the precious stuff get too far away while he relished the taste and texture of visible, taste laden breath.

Legolas sighed, a great exaggerated sigh, and stared down at his companions, shaking his head sadly. “I came outside to see what news the wind and sky carried. Alas, they carry only the tale that Longbottom Leaf masks even the voice of nature.”

Somehow, that made everyone decide to exhale at once, and Legolas found himself standing like a mist-shrouded mountain above their smoke-wreathed heads.

“ Elves!” grumbled the dwarf, companionably as Legolas turned to hide the smile that had stolen across his fair face.

Cruise, what was it you said about this challenge not attracting any entries?

Flame of the West
Word Count: 150 (I have neglected Hama shamefully and he would not take less)
Hama, guards, Andúril

Before The Fall

A wand for the Minor Arcana. These are not my characters, I have been hijacked.

Before The Fall


“He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied;”

Frodo faltered. Sorrow welled up like shadow and flame. Pain, searing hot tried to deny him even the comfort of offering these words – meager, but all he had been able to give.

The strength to go on came like the clasp of a hand on his shoulder. Narya, whose strongest power had always been to kindle the fire in the heart, blazed. For the briefest of moments, the pain had no power...

“ his staff was broken on the stone,” he managed at last.

“ in Khazad-dum his wisdom died.