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  • Of Rangers and Cats Chapter 1, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] What may not bless my waking eyes- Linda Hoyland B2MeM Prompt and Path: I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes. ” Anne Brontë .Purple PathFormat: Short Story.Genre: Romance, adventureRating: PGWarnings: Very mild sexual contentCharacters: Aragorn, Halbarad, Butterbur, Arwen,Pairings:Aragorn/ArwenCreator’s Notes (optional):Summary:Aragorn and Halbarad seek shelter in a storm. Feeling cold, stiff and hungry Aragorn slithered out from under the hedge where he had been sleeping and joined Halbarad who was already kindling a fire. Despite wearing warm clothes and huddling together for warmth, the two had hardly slept in the bitter East wind. As the flames shot up, Aragorn reached his hands towards them to warm them. He looked up at the lowering sky. “We need better shelter for tonight as the weather is set to get worse,” he said. Halbarad nodded. “Had I any coin to spare, I’d wager you whether we were set for rain, snow, sleet or hail. “Most likely all four,” said Aragorn, putting a pot filled with water on the fire to boil.” This weather is too cold for even Orcs to be abroad.” “I doubt we […] More

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  • The Perils of Fame, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Author: Linda Hoyland Title: The Perils of Fame Rating:PG13 Theme: Fanworks Day Elements: Arwen Author’s Notes:For the purposes of this story, Aragorn, Arwen and Faramir are “real” people. The quoted stories come purely from my own imagination and are not intended to refer to any actual story I have read. This is crackfic to be read with a liberal pinch of salt. Dedicated to Julia for her birthday Summary: Aragorn, Arwen and Faramir are upset when they discover some curious documents. Word Count:2,435 “Those young women were at your public audience yesterday, too,” said Arwen, as the throng left the Great Hall. “There were even more of them today,” said Aragorn. “I know not why. None of them had any problems for which they desired my help. It seems strange that young maidens should spend their time wanting to know the outcome of their fellow citizens’ disputes and problems.” “Maybe they come to see you,” said Arwen. “See me? But why?” “You are the most handsome man in Middle-earth.” Arwen whispered in his ear. “Only you would say that, vanimelda,” the King replied with a laugh. “Even if they do find me attractive, I have eyes for none save […] More

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  • Good King of Cats, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Good King of Cats Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives – Shakespeare- Romeo and Juliet. 1.1 The characters are the property of the Tolkien Estate. With grateful thanks to Raksha Dedicated to Cairistiona on her birthday Aragorn cautiously squeezed his lanky frame through the low door of the barn; it was surprisingly roomy within. A few goats were penned at the far side, while a ladder led up to a loft, where presumably grain and hay would be stored. More bales of hay were scattered around the ground floor. The Halflings seemingly required more food than Men, despite being but half their size. Aragorn was loth to trespass on Hobbit property, but could no longer withstand the fierce storm that raged outside. He would shelter and depart as soon as the rain had ceased. He threw his pack down upon a nearby bale of hay, and then shook himself, the better to shed excess moisture from his hair. Then opening his pack, he took out his spare garments and started to divest himself of his dripping clothing. A sudden rustle in the hay made him start and hastily cover himself. Then he laughed, seeing […] More

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  • The Spirit of Gondor Chapter 1: Alas, poor ghost!, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] These Characters are the property of the Estate of J. R. R Tolkien and New Line Cinema. This story has been written for pleasure and no profit has or will be made from it. The Spirit of Gondor – A Story for Halloween. Alas, poor ghost! – Shakespeare Hamlet. Act 1:scene 5 A/N This story was written for Raksha’s birthday last year. The events take place just over a year after “A Time to Reap.” With thanks to Deandra “Please tell me a story, Uncle Faramir,” begged Elbeth. She was sitting comfortably on the floor, stretched out in front of the fire. It was a chilly autumn evening outside, but the Steward’s apartments provided a haven from the elements. No chill winds penetrated the thick stone walls. Faramir sat in his armchair, a book on his lap ignored. He was stretching out his toes towards the fire to warm them, gazing absently into the flames. Éowyn was absent, occupied settling Elestelle to sleep in the nursery. “What sort of a story would you like?” asked Faramir. A gifted storyteller, he loved to entertain his niece by telling her the lore of their people. “A ghost story, please,” replied Elbeth. […] More

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