I fear my Muses are in hibernation as is most of me, so I don't feel like trying to write something new each day. I should come up with some profound spiritual thoughts, but others are better qualified to do that.
I've decided as I've written over 300 drabbles, I'll repost some my favourites during December and try and think of a Bible verse to go with each one.
Hope you enjoy them and maybe find some you missed.
Disclaimer These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain
The Stuff of Nightmares
Eldarion watched intently while his father polished Andúril. He reached a tentative finger towards the bright steel.
“Be careful,” Aragorn cautioned. “The blade is very sharp. It could hurt you.”
“Have you cut enemies heads off with it?” Eldarion asked eagerly.
“I have indeed,” Aragorn replied. ”This blade has been stained scarlet with their blood! Andúril has triumphed in many a battle.”
“Estel!” Arwen chided. “You will frighten the child with such gory tales. He will have nightmares.”
“I want to hear more,” begged Eldarion. “I won't have bad dreams.”
“But I will, ion nîn” Aragorn said gravely, sheathing the blade.
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.-Isaiah 9:5
“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?”
And why take you thought for clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. -Matthew Chapter 6 Verse 28-29
Following the Star
With thanks to Raksha
Even a Ranger alone in the wilderness can sometimes lose his way. Sometimes the path is hard to find, or the ground too treacherous for even the surest footed.
Then there are times when loneliness, dread, or loss of hope can lose a man’s direction. As if in a fog, he stumbles confused when darkness threatens to enshroud him.
Then Aragorn remembers Elrond’s counsel and looks upwards, keen grey eyes searching the night sky until he see it: the Star of Eärendil, beacon of Hope when all other light fails.
With such a pathfinder Aragorn is never truly lost.
When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.-Matthew 2.10