December 17th, 2012

Eldarion and Aragorn

Advent Drabble Calender 15 - 16

Title: Coiled Serpent
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Eldarion
Rating: G
Warnings: none
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.

Eldarion sat cross-legged on the hearthrug, his dark head bowed over his task.

“What are you drawing, ion nîn?” Aragorn enquired.

“The White Tree and the symbols our friends use,” said the boy.

Aragorn inspected the picture of a White Tree, a horse and a coiled serpent.

“The coiled serpent?” he questioned.

“Why not? Ambassador Tahir and his family are our friends,” Eldarion replied.

Aragorn smiled, recalling the days when he had faced the serpent banner across a battlefield. Now Middle-earth had changed and for the better; the serpent was no longer poised to strike, but curled peacefully in slumber.

The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them. Isaiah 11.6

Wrought with Love

May the stars light his path!

Arwen carefully selected more gems to adorn her work.

May Elbereth protect him!

She skilfully stitched the emblems of Elendil.

May the Valar keep him from harm!

Her love would carry this banner into his greatest battle soon, and with every stitch she embroidered was a prayer for his victory and a blessing to protect him. For long years Arwen had waited and wrought this banner. If hopes and prayers and dreams were warriors, Aragorn would surely have an army vaster than grains of sand upon the shore. By love’s power he would triumph.

24 The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:

25 The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:

26 The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace. Numbers 6 24-26

Aragorn and Arwen

Advent Drabble Calender 17


Mightier than the Sword
These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
With grateful thanks to Raksha



A loud scream emanated from the King’s private apartments. The guards drew their swords and raced to the rescue. Whatever could be wrong? Had an intruder assaulted their lord?

Aragorn stood in the centre of his chamber, clad only in breeches, boots, a half finished shirt, and a deep scowl.

“Do stand still, Estel!” chided the Queen, brandishing a pincushion.

“You might stick another pin in me!” growled Aragorn. To think that the Haradrim had bested him, not with the sword, but with indigo silk!

Seeing their lord's fierce look, the guards hastily left the room, suppressing their laughter.

I clothed thee also with broidered work, and shod thee with badgers' skin, and I girded thee about with fine linen, and I covered thee with silk. Ezekiel 16.10