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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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  • 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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