March 8th, 2013

A/A

And This is my Beloved

Title:And this is my Beloved
Author(s):Linda Hoyland
Rating:PG
Fandom:Lord of the Rings
Character(s):Aragorn
Summary: Aragorn contemplates his great love.
Warnings:none
Word Count:142
Author's Notes: Written for the "Great Tales" Valentine's Challenge.


Her scent never failed to intoxicate Aragorn. It was both sweet and refreshing, especially when borne on the wind from the mountain. She was always beautiful, but never more so than in the moonlight, when the soft glow illuminated her graceful curves.

Aragorn liked to caress her shapely form. How he loved her and how he hoped she would flourish now she was his to cherish! Surely, her presence here meant that his reign would be blessed, and that he could hope for children to continue his line.

Aragorn started as he became aware that another had joined him. He turned his head and saw that Faramir was beside him in the Court of the Fountain.

“The scion of Nimloth looks especially fair tonight, sire,” Faramir remarked.

“She does indeed.” Aragorn smiled at his Steward then returned to contemplating the White Tree.
Arathorn

Kindled Flame

Title: Kindled Flame

Author: lindahoyland

Recipient: rhapsody11

Rating: PG

Fandom: LOTR

Characters:  Arathorn,Gilraen

Summary: Arathorn falls in love

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: Written for Rhapsody the Bard for the "Great Tales" Drabble Exchange. With thanks to Raksha.

Word count: 200



It was the most exquisite fragrance that caught him utterly off guard: so fresh and sweet, unlike the cloying perfumes that the other maidens usually wore. His heart lurched when he looked into her clear grey eyes; and his stomach churned. Was this love, the feeling that had eluded him for so long?



When she agreed to dance with him, he felt as if the very stars had fallen from the heavens and were bathing him in their radiance. The feel of her delicate hand in his, her breath warm against his cheek intoxicated him more than the strongest wine.



Would that the dance would go on forever! When the music ended, he was loth to relinquish her hand. In the depths of winter, she shone like sunlight in spring.



Then he caught sight of her father glaring at him. Stars! She was so young. How could he ask her to wed him? He was as old as her sire! But how he wanted her. His body ached with longing.



He had never trembled before the fiercest foe, but now Arathorn felt terror. Would she reject him?



Gilraen met his gaze. Her smile kindled the light of hope within him.
Thorongil

The Enigma of Thorongil

Title: The Enigma of Thorongil

Author(s): Linda Hoyland

Rating: G

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Character(s): Denethor, Aragorn

Summary: Denethor seeks to impress his father’s favourite captain.

Warnings: none


Author's Notes: Written for the "Great Tales" Recipe fic challenge




Denethor paced the Merethrond impatiently. Stars! Why was it taking the fellow so long to respond to his message? No doubt, Thorongil would have an excuse as usual about being about urgent business for the Steward.

Denethor was baffled why his father was so taken with the sellsword captain. No doubt, Thorongil had grown up sleeping on straw in some northern hovel and was eager to make his fortune, but why did he have to come here and make such an exhibition of himself? Always, Thorongil was trying to ingratiate himself with the Steward, with the men, or even with the common folk. The fools were taken in by him too. He could hardly fault the common folk for falling for the northerner’s charm and smooth tongue, but his father was renowned as a man of wisdom! Where was the key to the enigma of Thorongil? How could Ecthelion prefer the counsel of a sellsword to the word of his son and heir?

Denethor glanced upwards at the magnificent chandelier lit in honour of the Mettarë feast. Thorongil would be quite overawed. Surely, he had never seen the like before. He would not even know what it was!

“You summoned me, my lord?”

Denethor started. Why must Thorongil always move like a cat?

“I wanted to show you our feasting hall at its finest,” Denethor said pleasantly.

Thorongil looked around him until his gaze came to rest on the chandelier.

Denethor waited expectantly.

“A fine chandelier!” Thorongil remarked. “It reminds of the house where I was brought up. My kinsman had two that were lit every evening in the winter. I used to amuse myself trying to count the candles. Is there anything else, my lord?”

Thorongil went on his way whistling cheerfully. Denethor could only watch him stride away.
black and white Aragorn

Homecoming

Title: Homecoming
Author(s):Linda Hoyland
Rating:G
Fandom:LOTR
Character(s): Aragorn, Ivorwen
Summary: Ivorwen shows her grandson around the house where he used to live.
Warnings: none
Author's Notes: I just dashed this off in response to the picture prompt. It is a sort of sequel to "Great Expectations" which you can read here.
http://lindahoyland.yolasite.com/great-expectations.php
Written for the "Great Tales" picture challenge.



“This is where I used to live?” Aragorn asked curiously. “I do not recall it at all.”

“You were only two when you left,” said Ivorwen. “This is where the Chieftains of the Dúnedain used to dwell.” She placed the key in the lock. It was stiff from lack of use and Aragorn had to help her. Eventually the key turned and the door swung open with a protesting groan. It seemed almost as if the old house slept and was loth to reawaken.

Within, everything was covered with a layer of dust. Aragorn sneezed.

“It distressed me too much to return here after you and your mother left,” said Ivorwen. “Also it helped reinforce the rumours that we put abroad that you had succumbed to a fever, if the house was obviously neglected.”

“I understand,” said Aragorn.

“Would you like to live here, or would you prefer to remain with your Aunt and Halbarad?” Inzilbeth asked.

Aragorn looked around the dusty rooms. The house had a heavy, oppressive air, almost as if it recalled his father’s death and the flight of the grief stricken Gilraen.

“I would prefer to stay with Aunt Inzilbeth,” he said. “Let this house be used by a family who have need of one. Better that the Enemy believes that the Chieftains have gone for ever.” He fell silent, thinking that he would indeed be the last of his line if he could not win the fair Arwen’s love.

They entered a large room, furnished with comfortable chairs and a spinning wheel near the dusty window.

“This was your mother’s favourite room,” said Ivorwen. “She would sit and spin here while you played with your wooden horse.

“She still loves to spin,” said Aragorn. He closed his eyes for an instant and suddenly he could see a young woman in a blue gown seated at the wheel. A man was standing in the doorway, but he could not see his face clearly. Was that Arathorn, his father? Did he really remember, or was it just a dream? “I have seen enough, grandmother,” he said. “This might once have been my home, but it feels but an empty shell now. A family with young children will bring back light and laughter.

Ivorwen lingered for a moment, lost in memories. Then she carefully locked the door again and walked out into the spring sunlight with her grandson.
Ranger

Past, Present and Future

B2MeM Challenge: Good and Evil

“It is said that the towers of Emyn Beraid were not built indeed by the Exiles of Númenor, but were raised by Gil-galad for Elendil, his friend; and the Seeing Stone of Emyn Beraid was set in Elostirion, the tallest of the towers. Thither Elendil would repair, and thence he would gaze out over the sundering seas, when the yearning of exile was upon him; and it is believed that thus he would at whiles see far away even the Tower of Avallónë upon Eressëa, where the Masterstone abode, and yet abides.”

Format: 500 Word FLF

Genre: general

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Characters: Aragorn, Elrond


Pairings: none

Summary: Elrond teaches Aragorn about his heritage

With thanks to Raksha


B2MeM 2013 Day Seven

B2MeM 2013 Day Seven

B2MeM 2013 Day One--Good vs. Evil


“They are fair indeed to look upon!” Aragorn exclaimed as the White Towers appeared on the horizon.

“The tallest of them, Elostirion, houses a palantír, which your forefather Elendil used to look back towards where Númenor once was,” Elrond told the young man.

“Why should he do that?” asked Aragorn. “His home was now here in Middle-earth. I cannot understand his desire to look back to a land lost to the sway of Sauron?”

“There was much good as well as evil in Númenor,” said Elrond. “It was a fair isle indeed and would be still had not Ar-Pharazôn usurped the throne and been beguiled by Sauron’s lies. You are yet young, Estel, and eager to see more of the world around you. When you grow old, you will long for where you enjoyed the happy memories of your youth. Much as I love fair Imladris, there are times when I yearn for Beleriand where I was born. Númenor might be long sunk beneath the waves, but it is where your ancestors dwelled for many generations, an entire age of the sun. Númenor is as much part of your heritage as the Ring of Barahir and the shards of Narsil.”

Aragorn looked incredulous but fell silent. He gazed at the White Towers for a few moments. “That might well be,” he said at last. “It still seems strange to me, though, that Elendil should build this tower when he had new lands to rule.”

“Ah, but it was not he who build Elostirion, Gil-galad built it to ease his homesick friend’s heart. It was an Elven gift to Elendil.”

“A fair gift indeed,” said Aragorn, though he still looked unconvinced.

“Today we shall climb to the topmost chamber,” said Elrond. “There you can look out upon the lands of your longfathers and I will teach you how to use the palantír.”

“I foresee little need of such skills. I would much rather look forward. Halbarad tells me Orcs have been spotted near Bree. I should be with my men fighting the enemies that assail us this day, or hunting with them for food for our people before winter sets in. I cannot let my people starve. I only came here at your bidding, as you told me it was important that I visit this place with you. ”

“I understand your impatience, but my heart tells me that you will have need of this knowledge. Sauron grows ever stronger. Great evil threatens these lands, as once his Shadow lengthened over the Land of Gift. Estel, you will need all the lore I can teach to strengthen you for whatever trials might await you. When times are darkest and the need is greatest, it is to you that Men will turn.”

Aragorn bowed his head. “I shall heed your counsel, Master Elrond. I know not if I have the strength to be so great a leader, but I vow I will fight against the Shadow until I draw my final breath.”