March 10th, 2011

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How Green is my Valley

March 8: Dorthonion
Today's Challenge:
From the lone shieling of the misty island,
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas -
Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides!
Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand;
But we are exiles from our fathers' land.

- from the “Canadian Boat Song”, attributed to John Galt

Write a story or poem or create a piece of artwork reflecting identification with or connection to one’s land, country or culture.

Or write a story or poem or create a piece of artwork featuring kilts.

Title: How Green is my Valley
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Faramir, Elboron
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 300
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.


Faramir was ever conscientious about visiting those of his men who had survived the war, but had been permanently maimed as well as the families of those who had not returned from battle. He wanted to ensure that they were well provided for and did not feel forgotten. As they grew older, he would often take his children on these visits.

“You must have been very brave to fight in the war, father,” said Elboron as they rode home one afternoon after a visit to a man who had lost both legs.

Faramir shook his head and smiled sadly at his son. “No, I fear I am not brave at all. I was often afraid, but I did what I must.”

“Why, father?” the lad persisted.

The two had reached the brow of a hill and Faramir reined in his horse. “Look!” he said, gesturing to the countryside spread out beneath them. The trees were in full leaf of verdant green, while a patchwork of fields was covered with ripening corn amongst which bright poppies and cornflowers were scattered in vivid hues of scarlet and deepest blue. Further away sheep grazed contently. Bees and butterflies fluttered over the wild roses in the hedgerow and the air was filled with birdsong.

“I fought to protect our land and her people, my son,” he said. “Had the Dark Lord prevailed, all would be ruin and desolation where there is now life and growth. This land is as much a part of me as I am part of it. I am blessed indeed that our King gave me fair Ithilien for my own and that it has prospered.”

Elboron followed his father’s gaze and studied the landscape gravely. Then he nodded. “Yes, father, I think I understand now. This was worth fighting for.”


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March 9: Nargothrond
Today's Challenge:
Write a story or poem or create artwork where the characters have to decide between loyalty or betrayal.

Title: The Choice
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Huan, Lúthien, Celegorm
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 100
Book/Source: The Simarillion
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

With thanks to ellynn_ithilwen


My kind are not as the Children of Ilúvatar. A hound does not betray his master, but follows him loyally wherever he leads. I left my home in fair Valinor to follow Celegorm to Middle-earth and never thought to question his bidding.

That was before I met Lúthien. Never before had I beheld so fair a maiden, nor one so sorrowful. My heart was filled with love for such a lady. For the first time I regretted obeying my master by bringing Lúthien to him.

I knew then that I must choose. I helped Lúthien escape and betrayed my Master.

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