Write a story or create a piece of art centred on freedom of religion (or lack thereof), heresy, and/or religious rites.
Title: The Still Small Voice
Author: Linda Hoyland
Word count: 150
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.
Aragorn climbed the mountain slowly, mindful of his surrounding and the sacredness of this mission. He was alone, without guards or servants at his heels. Only he could fulfil this pilgrimage.
When he reached the Hallow, he placed his offering of the first fruits of the harvest on the ground and fell humbly to his knees.
“Eru,Ilúvatar,” he cried. “I thank you for this bountiful harvest, and rejoice the land is fruitful and at peace. I thank you for my many blessings and most of all for my lady,my children and my friends.”
He remained there in solitude,looking out across his realm. Even a king seemed as small and insignificant as a leaf fluttering in the wind before such vastness.
Only birdsong and the rustling of the breeze broke the silence.
A great eagle flew high overhead.
In the stillness, Aragorn sensed the presence of the Creator.