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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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    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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    Clean Linen, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Clean Linen Rating PG13 The familiar characters are borrowed from Tolkien for this non profit story. Thorongil and his men have a problem. Thorongil groaned inwardly as he studied the shirt he pulled from his closet. It was the last clean shirt in his linen chest. Since the washerwoman had left to be wed, the soldiers had been responsible for their own laundry and mending. He muttered a curse when a button flew off his tunic as he dressed. He had leave on the morrow and it seemed he would have to spend it scrubbing shirts and sewing on buttons. “This will not do,” he muttered to himself. “I am the Captain and I resolve to do something about this.” He groaned again for he had no idea where he might find a washerwoman who could also sew. Few respectable women wanted to work at a barracks and those that might wish to, usually had families who objected to their womenfolk living and working amongst men unchaperoned. There was nothing he could do tonight though, so he decided to enjoy a pint of ale at his favourite tavern in the fourth circle. He strode out into the street and […] More

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    The Elf Who Spoke to Stone Chapter 1: Prologue, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] He lives in a world of dark, silent, stillness. The stone creaks like old, weathered wood and water flows like rain—in steady droplets pouring from the sky. It is always cold, the kind of frigid heaviness that sticks like a foul humidity to his skin but does not bring sweat. The muteness is oppressive and challenging, as if it dares him to make the slight noise. His breathing is quieter than the small whispers of air he sometimes feel, somehow making it through the twisted passages to give him a solemn, subtle reminder of his old life. He noticed some time ago that his eyes have paled and a milky white sheen seems to cover them, eerily reminiscent of a corpse’s. But that makes sense, he supposed. His was dead to all who knew him, even if it was just in name. He keeps to the left side of the caves as he stalked, hands taut around the brittle bow, gaze moving in circles and figure-eights, flicking from left to right like the flame of a torch. He kept his arms tight to his torso, never letting them grace the walls of the cavern. Sliding into a new unhewn […] More

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    Time Waits for No Man, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Time waits for no man Title: Time waits for no ManAuthor Name: Linda HoylandPrompt: Prompt: “In that time the air of Middle-earth became heavy with the breath of growth and mortality, and the changing and ageing of all things was hastened exceedingly; life teemed upon the soil and in the waters in the Second Spring of Arda, and the Eldar increased, and beneath the new Sun Beleriand grew green and fair.” (The Silmarillion, “Of Men”)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: Arwen visits an aged Faramir.Rating: PGWarnings: Mention of deathBeta: noneAuthor’s Notes: Set a few weeks before Faramir’s death at the age of 120. Carrying a basket, Arwen walked slowly towards the Steward’s apartments, a troubled expression upon her ageless features. After a servant had opened the door. Elboron hastened to greet her. “Lady Arwen, it is so long since we have seen you here. It is good to see you today.” Arwen looked somewhat ill at ease as she returned his greeting. “How is your father today? If he is not well enough for visitors, I will leave the […] More

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    He was Changed When he Returned, Very Changed Chapter 1: Return, a Lord of the Rings + Silmarillion Crossover fanfic

    [ad_1] Disclaimer: I only own Thranduil’s sibling’s, nothing else. I also don’t own the cover image. Himdor paused from brushing his silver-white steed down, listening to the commotion outside with mild interest. That was all he ever felt anymore. Not joy or sorrow, nor grief or pain. Just, the interest since his littlest brother had died. The patrol had just… vanished. They had no one idea what had happened, but that was six months ago. They were all still trying to accept it. But that was hard. Death was not common for elves, especially in a time of such peace, and those who felt it had never known anything to hurt or sting so much. “It’s him!” “The prince!” “Isn’t he dead?” Himdor’s heart leaped into his throat at the last comment. Hope was spreading through him, unchecked. He squashed it. They were not talking about Thranduil. Still, he could not stop himself from setting down the brush and trying to walk slowly outside, but he knew that he failed. He saw where the crowd was around and pushed his way to the center. He saw the figure the crowd was around, his back to Himdor. Blonde hair, pale skin. […] More

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