No Regrets These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain
“Do you ever regret?” Aragorn asked Faramir as the two men rode abreast through Faramir’s lands.
“Regret what?” The younger man looked puzzled.
“That you are not Ruling Steward,” said the King.
Faramir laughed aloud. ”How could I, when I have all this?” He gestured around him. Fields once battlegrounds were now covered by waving corn and scarlet poppies. Honeysuckle and wild roses bedecked the hedgerows. Butterflies and bees flitted from flower to flower, blackbirds and thrushes sang sweetly in the treetops.
“I have the fairest garden in Gondor to share with my Éowyn. What more could any man want?”
Psalm 16.11Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Time's Out of Joint These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
The woodcutter could not recall a time when the old King was not on the throne, nor could his father, or even his grandsire.
No doubt, Lord Eldarion, now King Eldarion, would rule well enough, but things felt different somehow, as if the world were turning upside down.
The woodcutter shook himself; he had work to do. The forest remained unchanged while Men came and went. The great oaks outlasted the foresters by centuries; their branches budding anew through countless springtimes.
In the forest's heart, the woodcutter observed that the mightiest oak had fallen, cleft asunder by a lightning bolt.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: 1.Peter.1.24