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Ranger's Respite. MEFA Nominee 2010 Mighty oaks and graceful birches mingled with verdant lime and willow. A thrush sang sweetly as he sought his mate. Lush ferns grew beneath the trees; shelter for many a small creature. Dappled sunlight pierced the leafy canopy, scattering shafts of golden light. Small fish darted in the clear stream, snatching at midges hovering above the water’s surface. Aragorn sighed blissfully as he cast himself down upon a mossy bank. He drank deeply from the stream, easing his aching feet in the cool water. The woodland was a peaceful haven, offering respite from the summer heat to the weary Ranger.
Title – The Sweet Grass 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 wind sings in the long grass that gently brushes against my flanks as I gallop past. A pretty young filly catches my eye. Soon we are running together with the herd, the breeze blowing in our manes. The ground echoes to the sound of thundering hoof beats. My master tells me that Valinor is fairer than any place I have yet seen, but how could it compare with the plains of the Riddermark? Could any other grass taste as sweet? Title – Missing the Midges A cold mist swirled around him, chilling him to the very bone. No sunlight shattered the gloom. The stench was hideous. Sightless eyes stared up from the water. No birdsong broke the silence. Unearthly lights blazed, flickered and died in the distance. The Midgewater Marshes seemed as blissful as the Undying Lands compared with this! Then they had honest Strider guiding them in sunlight. Frodo had looked a proper Hobbit then, not the walking shadow he had become. Merry and Pippin had chattered while they swatted the midges droning round them. In this desolate place, Sam even missed the midges! Title – Deaf to the Summons Arwen smiled indulgently at her children. The wind whipped her hair, swirling it around her face. The sand felt warm under her bare feet. The waves gently lapped over the sand. Overhead, the gulls wheeled and screamed mournfully before flying towards the western horizon and vanishing from sight. If the sea still called to Arwen, she heard it not; her children's laughter had drowned its summons. Title – The Traveller Aragorn placed one weary foot in front of the other. Both tired and thirsty, he dared not rest, or risk more than a sip of his precious water supply. The next oasis was many leagues hither. He could seek aid from none, lest he betray his true origins. What was he doing here in the enemy's burning deserts? Many times he asked himself that question. He was here to learn all he could, the better that he might eventually triumph. Aragorn knew only that if he did not achieve his destiny, his heart would be more barren than this wasteland. Title – The Secret Garden "Come, I have something to show you." Taking his wife's hand, Aragorn led her through long neglected paths of the Citadel. "Close your eyes!" They rounded a corner. Arwen almost stumbled and was steadied by Aragorn's strong hands. "You can look now." Arwen opened her eyes and gasped in wonder. Elanor and niphredil grew in abundance amongst lush grass. A clear stream trickled past beneath the shade of verdant limes. Rosebushes hedged the secluded garden, red and white blossoms releasing heady scents. Arwen joyfully embraced her husband. Here she could feel at home within the bleak stones of Minas Tirith. A/N. This concludes the current drabble series. More to come very soon. Look out for some spooky tales for Halloween! |
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