Written for the "There and Back Challenge"
The characters are the property of the Tolkien estate.
Co written with Raksha.
This, I think was the hardest of the lot. After a fruitless struggle to make something out of this prompt, Raksha and I worked on it together and she came up with this, which was based on my original idea.
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Wings of Eagles
The ravens had marked the Battle of the Peak. Fierce flared the flames when wizard and Balrog zoomed ‘round Zirak-zigil in celestial combat.
Vultures and crows watched the wizard die. Yet they kept their distance, for he was more than mortal, and they refused to rend the flesh of one from the West. They squawked and cawed in surprise when he returned, and flew away in the light of his awakening.
The lord of the Eagles came last to Zirik-zigil, sent by Galadriel, gliding down the air on great wings that gleamed in the wintry sun. He screamed his joy when he sighted his old friend, for Gandalf still lived.
Gwaihir took up the naked wizard as gently as he would grasp one of his own newborn chicks. Back to Caras Galadon he gladly bore his burden. Around the Windlord flew many birds, shield and sigil to the new-made White Wizard: Falcons, hawks, wedges of winter-roaming geese, and finally, an exultation of trilling larks to trumpet the return of Gandalf the White.
The Eagle bowed his head to the Lady, and she thanked him for his strength and speed. “Tell your brothers,” Galadriel said; “That the tide shall yet turn.”
wedge of geese came from the Collective Nouns List found from researching Terms of Venery at Wikipedia.com:
exultation of larks came from my own memory of the term being one of the Terms of Venery.
This was my original uninspired effort.
Gwaihir willingly bore his burden. Lighter than a feather he seemed, clothed only in the sun’s rays.
The Lady of the Golden Wood had sent him hither. Fierce flickered the flames when wizard and Balrog were zooming around zirakzigil, locked in celestial combat.
Happy was I that the Valar spared their servant. No mortal man but Maiar he.
Higher we rose above the clouds. The frail body seemed aglow, as if the Balrog burned away all earthly essences.
Gladly Galadriel greeted us; the wisest of women bade me tell my brothers that the tide was turning. I played my part.