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  • The Horns of Eorl

    Author’s note: This is a short exploration of the relationship between Theodred and Eomer. It draws on LOTR, and somewhat on the UT. It is important to remember that the story switches not only points of view but the time and setting in which they take place (but that should be easy for those familiar with the book). The Horns of Eorl ~Eomer~ Over the rolling hills the young prince rode, his blood hot within him. The fire of his fury seemed to fuel his horse, which he kept in running through day and night. Even when the pale skies above shone clear, the storm of his wrath seemed to darken the sky and blaze through the lush grass his path before him. In his following were some hundred weary Riders; their spirits kept alight by their leader’s boundless energy as he pulled them down the path of vengeance. At the Royal City they had waited idle for some order of the king to cleanse his kingdom of the foul enemies pouring through its borders and ravaging his people’s homes. Anxious they had been to set forth, and avenge the death of the crown prince, when they were shocked by […] More

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  • The Last Elf Queen of Arda

                                                  ~ Chapter 1 ~ Lifting the flap of the tent, Thranduil looked out across the encampment and smiled to himself.  Thirty thousand was the final count of their armed host, Sindarin and Silvan elves alike.  They had all but emptied their capital at Amon Lanc in the southern Greenwood of able warriors.  His father Oropher had been king of the combined peoples of that realm for but two and a half thousand years.  Already he commanded such loyalty from his subjects though that they could easily have brought even greater numbers.  This was, after all, to be one of the greatest battles of the Second Age.  The combined armies of Oropher, King of the Greenwood and Amdír, King of Lórien covered the plains in a swath of silver and green.  Both forces had much in common, despite being from different kingdoms.  Although predominantly composed of Silvan elves, they were content to follow the leadership of Sindarin kings.  The two armies were also bound for the same doom upon the morn; to join forces with the hosts of […] More

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  • Beneath the stars, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Beneath the Stars B2MeM Challenge- Tolkien’s Trees – Cypress;Book Titles – Tongues of Serpents. Here we come a Carrolling – If you really hold me tight;Colours- silver;Song Lyric – In this spellbound night the world’s an elvish sight Format: 500 word FLF Genre: RomanceRating: PG13 Warnings: Sexual content between a married couple Characters: Aragorn, ArwenPairings: Aragorn/Arwen Summary: Aragorn and Arwen spend a night beneath the stars. For Julia, a thank you gift for all her support during this challenge. “My lady!” Aragorn gave an exaggerated bow then lifted Arwen from Roheryn’s back. She laughed a sound like music to his ears. Of late, her spirits had been low. Especially in springtime, she missed the natural beauty of her Elven homeland and felt oppressed by the city of stone in which she now dwelt. Concerned for their friends’ well- being, Faramir and Éowyn had invited the royal family to visit them in Ithilien. Tonight, clad only in their night attire beneath their cloaks, Aragorn and Arwen had both ridden upon Roheryn to spend the night in a secluded glade beneath the stars. Hand in hand, they walked beneath a row of birches that shone like silver in the moonlight. “Do […] More

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  • Oaths of Allegiance Chapter 1, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Oaths of AllegianceThe characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. No profit has been, nor will be made from this story. Summary: Faramir takes an oath of fealty to two very different liege lords. With grateful thanks to Deandra. Dedicated to Larner on the occasion of her birthday. Faramir dressed with especial care, flicking imaginary specks of dust from his black tunic. This was one of the most important days of his young life so far. He was determined to be perfectly turned out and not to let his fellows down, or even more importantly, his father. Maybe Denethor would smile upon him today as he took the all- important oath that all soldiers were required to swear before they took up arms in defence of Gondor. Faramir and his fellow recruits in the Ithilien Rangers had recently completed their training and been declared fully- fledged soldiers the previous month. Now all that remained was to take the oath to the Ruling Steward, Faramir’s father and lord. Their captain called the young men together and they prepared to march the length of the great hall in single file. Faramir noticed that Mablung, his friend, was trembling slightly. He […] More

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  • Awakening Book 1: When We Wake

    Chapter 1: Three Cool Characters You know how in movies there’s that cliché where something outrageous happens and a character says “Pinch me, I’m dreaming”? But when you dream on your own nothing is ever real enough to warrant a pinch. Today was different. Today I needed a pinch to wake me up from this dream. It couldn’t possibly be real…And yet, it was. I should backtrack. My best friend Kristen had never seen Lord of the Rings. Never. Which is a travesty for someone like me and my other best friend Claire, who worship the Tolkien World. We had just finished our last exams of the semester and we needed a celebration. A celebration that included Bacardi and a trilogy marathon. But the problem is, Bacardi makes me really sleepy. And by the end of The Fellowship of the Ring, I was totally zonked. Just as Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas came over that hill chasing the Orc party with Merry and Pippin in tow… I woke up. And not pleasantly. That rum really did a number on me. Someone was shaking me awake and my head felt like it was splitting in half. “What the hell?” I muttered, rolling […] More

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  • The Tale of Rubah Foxson Chapter 1: A Meeting of Fate, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they are Tolkien’s, except for the OCs, like Rubah and a few whom you meet later one, they are mine. If you want to use them for some strange reason, please ask me. Rating: This has a T rating to be safe because I honestly have no idea where this story is going. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I have missed. This is my first fanfic, so I apologize if it is completely awful. It probably is, considering I’m a terrible writer. Review… pretty please? Rubah Foxson stalked like a predator watching his prey through the forest, his eyes flicking left to right so that the slightest twitch of a leaf would not be unnoticed by him. If you had looked, you would have noticed a strange grace in his motion, an odd fluidness in his body that most men didn’t have, that was usually only ever seen in elves. Other than that, he was someone you would never look twice at. Rubah’s hair was short and fluffy, dark as pitch. A long, black cloak, tied across his throat, was old and torn, the bottom few inches covered with a thick […] More

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  • Glimpses of Galadriel Chapter 1: Jewel of Hope, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Prompt: “A person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.”~ Christine de Pisan Format: Ficlet Genre: Angst Rating: G Warnings: None Characters: Galadriel Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen Galadriel slowly turned the key in the chest and took out the jewel. Its green light glittered and shimmed across her hand. It was a beautiful thing, the Elessar, as was everything made by the hands of the skilled Elven craftsmen of old. The very light of the sun was contained within the crystal. Galadriel sighed. They were all gone now; Enerdhil , Celebrimbor and the other masters of old. Vanished like the mists through long centuries of war and darkness. Darkness that been unleashed with the destruction of the Two Trees. Often she wondered how different her life might have been had Melkor not destroyed the Two Trees. When she closed her eyes, she could still see their glorious light, a light so different from that given now by the sun and moon. If the Trees still stood, she doubted that she would have been moved to seek adventure in Middle-earth. Fëanor who had led them hence, had ever been a troublemaker. She did not regret […] More

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  • Taking Root, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Title: Taking Root Author Name: Linda Hoyland Prompt: “Write or create art in which a character plants something. (What she or he plants can be literal or metaphorical!)” Mortality, change, growth are key elements to define the different race in Middle-earth. Write a story or create art where these topics play a central role. Summary: Aragorn plants the new White Tree. Rating: G Warnings: none Beta: none Author’s Notes: A prequel to my story “The White Tree.” Aragorn carried the sapling as carefully as one might carry a new- born babe. In his heart, it indeed represented his future hopes of children, as well as the land he yearned to see blossom under his rule. The guards in the Court of the Fountain at first looked aghast when he ordered them to uproot the withered tree and bear it to the Rath Dinen. Their grim expressions relaxed into smiles, though, when they beheld the new sapling. They looked even more horrified when he requested a spade be brought and he rolled up his sleeves and began to turn over the earth with it in preparation for planting the sapling. Nothing could spoil the joyous mood Aragorn was in that […] More

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  • Fragments from Middle-earth Chapter 1, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] B2MeM Challenge The Steward and his Sons – Seek for the sword that was broken; Tolkien’s Tree- Nimloth.. Facets of Faramir – Questioner. Last Lines- – was alive but taken by the enemy. Format: 300 Word FLF Genre: general,Rating: PG Warnings: None Characters: Faramir Pairings: none Summary: Faramir worries about his brother These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain. He should have been granted the errand. It was his dream! Faramir groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his dark hair. To be fair, Boromir had dreamed the same dream, but only after Faramir had recounted it to his brother. Maybe Boromir had sensed his thoughts as they had slept alongside each other on the eve of the battle. Alternatively, had he talked in his sleep and caused his brother to dream? Why had his father decided to send Boromir? His brother could less easily be spared. Faramir had questioned his father but received no answers. He could guess them, though. Denethor did not trust him. He knew the old lore as well as his father did. Many swords had been broken in countless […] More

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  • With a Knife to the Side Chapter 1, a silmarillion fanfic

    [ad_1] Do not own Silmarillion. His mouth tasted like blood sneaking down his throat and hardened resolve sinking into his skin. The stone was cold along the ridges of his taut shoulders. His muscles were tight, so much so that he was shaking, and were visible through his skin. “You test my patience, Umbarto.” “Isn’t that what I always do?” he hissed out through the pulsing pain of the blood trickling down from the shallow wound on his side. “Yes.” It was said in such annoyance that the elf couldn’t help but smirk. “Sometimes I wonder if the wrong son of Fëanor was left on those ships.” His breath caught. What did that mean? “I wonder if Amras was the one asleep if he had been abandoned on the first ship, to burn and die a horrible death, condemned by his own father… I wonder if your little brother would have screamed for me.” That was a line Raiqifëa wasn’t allowed to cross. Amrod could weather the pain and taunts in silence; he could bear to hear his mother-name on his torturer’s breath; he could even accept the quiet version of his brother-in-law, the soft, pained one, that he hid […] More

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  • A Thank You to My Killer, a silmarillion fanfic

    [ad_1] “I came to thank you.” The voice came from above him. Thranduil lurched to look up, surprised by the sudden words. There, in the tree he leaned against, was an elf, with dark skin, and eyes that were the same shade, so much so that they almost blended into each other. He wore black leather armor and plates, and, well, in honesty, Thranduil had no idea who he was. “My sincerest apologies, but do I know you?” The elf gave a thin smile. “Perhaps you would recognize me better like this.” His face morphed to scales and his nose flared out and his hair fussed to his scalp. For a moment, the Elvenking found himself staring at the head of a dragon. And the scars on Thranduil, hidden under a layer of glamor, *burned* for looking at the one who had given them to him. But then the elf shifted back. “What are you?” he asked in a morbidly fascinated whisper. The elf, again, smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It matters not.” The words were sorrowful and soft. “I came to thank you,” he repeated. “For what?” Whatever the creature was here to thank him for, Thranduil […] More

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  • Tell Me of My Brother’s Fate Chapter 1, a silmarillion fanfic

    [ad_1] Do not own these characters or the cover art. Amras Feanorion knew only one thing for certain. One indisputable thing. He was dead. There was a cloth pulled over his memory and mind, one that blocked out what had happened, but he knew his fate to be death for certain. Why else would he feel like a spirit without substance, a ghost without skin to cover him? Why else could he touch the air around him, and yet not need to breathe? He could feel his body form itself into a shape. Fabric wrapped around his limbs; soft, copper hair bounded down his shoulders. But he could not see. Amras blindly shifted his head around, letting his senses as a hunter guide him instead. It was cold in the Halls of Mandos, something he didn’t expect it to be. The frigid chill was a dark, black one; that he knew, even without seeing. It felt like shards of ice laid over his fëar, a shirt of chain links or the mail of fish scales, fitted seamlessly into each other, folding and clicking when he moved. Amras could also observe the heat on his spirit, one that was too hot […] More

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