March 10th, 2012


The Towers of Minas Tirith

B2MeM Challenge RolesandnamesOfAragorn1- son; Tolkien'sTrees- Chestnut;FirstLines1 The towers of- aspired above the morning mist.BookTitles - A Thousand Splendid sons. Love in Middle-earth - A father's love.Waters - snow time

Format: 500 word ficlet

Genre: general

Rating: G


Characters: Aragorn
Pairings: none

Summary: Aragorn contemplates the towers of Minas Tirith and thinks of home.

These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

The towers of Minas Tirith aspired above the morning mist, a sight that gladdened Aragorn’s heart whenever he beheld them. In the early morning light, they seemed to be fashioned from pearl and silver.

He had ridden all night and was sore weary, but the sight of the fair city revived him. He brought his horse to a halt beside a chestnut tree, laden with white blossoms. He would tarry here a little while and watch the sunrise.

It would be good to be home again, he mused. He had come to think of Minas Tirith as his home, not least because of the kindly Steward. Ecthelion had become almost as a father to him. He had not realised until the elderly Steward had befriended him, just how much he had missed knowing the love of a mortal father.

Master Elrond had been the kindest of foster fathers, but he had always seemed as far above the young Estel as the moon. How Aragorn wished he had known Arathorn! All he could do was aspire to be the great leader of Men, he had been told that his father was. He imagined that Ecthelion was a leader such as his father might have been if he had lived into old age.

Aragorn’s hand felt inside his tunic and touched the letter that Gandalf had brought him from his mother a few days before. Gilraen had written at length about how his people in the North were faring and how much she loved and missed her son.

Aragorn was seized with a sudden pang of guilt and longing. Ought he to be here in Gondor at all, should he not be nearer to his mother in the North? He loved Gilraen dearly and wanted to be a dutiful son to her. Yet, he was certain that only by gaining experience and renown here could he ever hope to restore his people’s greatness and win Arwen’s love.

It grew brighter and a shaft of light, bright as a thousand splendid suns, struck the Tower of Ecthelion, transforming the stone to sparkling crystal. The sun rose higher, illuminating the snow on the mountain behind, so it resembled a sea of sparkling diamonds. Aragorn’s heart soared as the sound of silver trumpets greeted the new day.

Aragorn resolved to write to his mother and describe this glorious sight. Someday, somehow, he would win the Winged Crown and he would bring Gilraen to dwell with him here in Minas Tirith, and give her all the honours due to her. No longer would she be a guest in another’s house, but would preside over the splendour of a great house fit for a queen.

Could any Man have been blessed with a more devoted mother? She had given up everything to ensure his safely. How could he ever repay such great love?

Aragorn urged his horse forward again, filled with even greater determination. He would win both crown and sceptre and prove himself a worthy son.

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The Watcher Wakes

B2MeM Challenge Beasts1- watcher in the water;Four Words- core, vulture,stratus, maim

Format: drabble

Genre: horror

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: The watcher in the Water

Pairings: none

Summary: The watcher is disturbed.

These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

Deep, deep was the lake. So deep, that some believed it penetrated endless rocky stratum until it reached the very core of the earth. Dark, dark were the waters, no light reached far beneath the surface, nothing troubled its brooding slumbers until the Watcher came from Sirannon beneath the mountains.

The many tentacled guardian took up its new abode. Watchful as a vulture, it sought ceaselessly to maim and kill any that might disturb it. The Dwarves were no more, yet it remained ever watchful.

The rash one throws a stone, heralding the coming of he who bears the One.