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Perchance to Dream

Aragorn crouched in the daisy-spangled grass, unseen by the happy gathering in the village square up the hill. All was peaceful this day, no enemies lurking. He squinted against the sun and watched the groom give his new wife a kiss, and he dared to let his mind roam down a path usually avoided.

Grey eyes lit with the stars, face more fair than any other. Oh to marry on a Mid-Year’s Day…

Then a cloud hid the sun, and he remembered the bow in his hand and sword at his hip, and he set aside the dream. For now.
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B2MeM Challenge:N36, Aspects of Aragorn, "Friend"; Occupations, "Bard"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Aragorn, OC
Pairings: None
Summary: Even Strider has an awkward moment now and then.

Read more... )
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B2MeM Challenge:N36, Aspects of Aragorn, "Friend"; Occupations, "Bard"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Aragorn, OC
Pairings: None
Summary: Even Strider has an awkward moment now and then.

Read more... )
cairistiona: (Hope)
B2MeM Challenge: B14, Roles and Names of Aragorn, "Telcontar"; Rangers of the North, "The Grey Company"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: Box of tissues alert for themes of death and loss
Characters: Aragorn, Halbarad, The Grey Company
Pairings: None
Summary: In memoriam.
A/N: Title is taken from the poem “In Memoriam” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Read more... )
cairistiona: (Hope)
B2MeM Challenge: B14, Roles and Names of Aragorn, "Telcontar"; Rangers of the North, "The Grey Company"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: Box of tissues alert for themes of death and loss
Characters: Aragorn, Halbarad, The Grey Company
Pairings: None
Summary: In memoriam.
A/N: Title is taken from the poem “In Memoriam” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Read more... )
cairistiona: (Hope)
B2MeM Challenge: B7 Beasty: "Watcher in the Water"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen/Horror
Rating: PG
Warnings: Scary Nightmare Imagery
Characters: Aragorn, Boromir, Watcher in the Water
Pairings: None
Summary: Nightmares abound when one is forced into darkness...

Read more... )
cairistiona: (Hope)
B2MeM Challenge: B7 Beasty: "Watcher in the Water"
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen/Horror
Rating: PG
Warnings: Scary Nightmare Imagery
Characters: Aragorn, Boromir, Watcher in the Water
Pairings: None
Summary: Nightmares abound when one is forced into darkness...

Read more... )
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B2MeM Challenge: N41 Botany: Niphredil, Roles and Names of Aragorn: Ranger
Format: Drabble
Genre: Romance (yeah, shocking, I know!  Someone check the thermostat in the netherworld...)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Aragorn
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: A Bree pasture

Aragorn hurried toward Bree, but at the edge of a pasture, he paused. A mist hovered over daisies blooming thick upon it, and his imagination was caught by a capricious intersect of sun, fog and flower. How like the ephemeral mists of niphredil blooming on Cerin Amroth was that lowly Bree-land field! His mind chased after his heart and he saw then his hand tucking a fair blossom of Lúthien in the hair of his beloved Evenstar, on a midsummer evening so long ago.

He breathed in a long, slow breath, and in his sigh dwelt loneliness and hope intermingled.
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B2MeM Challenge: N41 Botany: Niphredil, Roles and Names of Aragorn: Ranger
Format: Drabble
Genre: Romance (yeah, shocking, I know!  Someone check the thermostat in the netherworld...)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Aragorn
Pairings: Aragorn/Arwen
Summary: A Bree pasture

Aragorn hurried toward Bree, but at the edge of a pasture, he paused. A mist hovered over daisies blooming thick upon it, and his imagination was caught by a capricious intersect of sun, fog and flower. How like the ephemeral mists of niphredil blooming on Cerin Amroth was that lowly Bree-land field! His mind chased after his heart and he saw then his hand tucking a fair blossom of Lúthien in the hair of his beloved Evenstar, on a midsummer evening so long ago.

He breathed in a long, slow breath, and in his sigh dwelt loneliness and hope intermingled.
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Concentration

A drabbling bit of silliness inspired by [livejournal.com profile] rs9's observations on Aragorn as portrayed by Viggo and a certain set to his chin.  I wrote this in about 10 minutes so, yeah... take it for what it's worth. *g*
Rated G
Halbarad and Denlad discuss one of the odd quirks of their beloved Chieftain.


Photos included! *g* )

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Concentration

A drabbling bit of silliness inspired by [livejournal.com profile] rs9's observations on Aragorn as portrayed by Viggo and a certain set to his chin.  I wrote this in about 10 minutes so, yeah... take it for what it's worth. *g*
Rated G
Halbarad and Denlad discuss one of the odd quirks of their beloved Chieftain.


Photos included! *g* )

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Lonely Journey South
Rated G
100-word drabble by OpenOffice Writer count
Aragorn walks a lonely road. (and belongs to Professor Tolkien, alas, and not me.)

~~~

Fog cringes in the valleys, leaving moonlit ridges to rear like bleached bones of long-slain worrums; spines without flesh, barren and dead.

A chill breeze rattles the husks of dry leaves, their sussuration an echo of the old woman's whisper as she tosses the bones.
What say them? Come, young man...

Aragorn pulls his cloak tighter. She beckons him as he passes her drear cottage, the crone with her dwimmer-cast secrets. But he needs no witch to offer hope for a coin. Hope’s fire burns always within him.

He sets his jaw, and continues his lonely journey south.

~~~

Happy Halloween!
cairistiona: (Hope)







Lonely Journey South
Rated G
100-word drabble by OpenOffice Writer count
Aragorn walks a lonely road. (and belongs to Professor Tolkien, alas, and not me.)

~~~

Fog cringes in the valleys, leaving moonlit ridges to rear like bleached bones of long-slain worrums; spines without flesh, barren and dead.

A chill breeze rattles the husks of dry leaves, their sussuration an echo of the old woman's whisper as she tosses the bones.
What say them? Come, young man...

Aragorn pulls his cloak tighter. She beckons him as he passes her drear cottage, the crone with her dwimmer-cast secrets. But he needs no witch to offer hope for a coin. Hope’s fire burns always within him.

He sets his jaw, and continues his lonely journey south.

~~~

Happy Halloween!
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Here's your belated gift fic, [livejournal.com profile] rs9 !  I hope you enjoy my somewhat offbeat interpretation. :)

A Great Leader, Yes; A Great Chef... Not So Much.
A drabble for RS for her birthday, based on her wonderful drawing of Aragorn and his Rangers
Rated G







“... and no, my stew did not make Denlad sick, I care not what he claims!”

Denlad merely glared at Aragorn as he hurried past them and dove into the bushes.  As Eledh chuckled and Galadh frowned at the sounds coming from the brush, Halbarad glanced at Aragorn.  Though Aragorn’s expression was hard to read, he could hazard a fairly safe guess that beneath his very real concern and very feigned outrage, Aragorn was hiding no small amount of embarrassment.  For he knew, just as Halbarad did, that his cooking skills were deplorable. 

It had been the stew, and no mistake.
cairistiona: (Default)
Here's your belated gift fic, [livejournal.com profile] rs9 !  I hope you enjoy my somewhat offbeat interpretation. :)

A Great Leader, Yes; A Great Chef... Not So Much.
A drabble for RS for her birthday, based on her wonderful drawing of Aragorn and his Rangers
Rated G







“... and no, my stew did not make Denlad sick, I care not what he claims!”

Denlad merely glared at Aragorn as he hurried past them and dove into the bushes.  As Eledh chuckled and Galadh frowned at the sounds coming from the brush, Halbarad glanced at Aragorn.  Though Aragorn’s expression was hard to read, he could hazard a fairly safe guess that beneath his very real concern and very feigned outrage, Aragorn was hiding no small amount of embarrassment.  For he knew, just as Halbarad did, that his cooking skills were deplorable. 

It had been the stew, and no mistake.
cairistiona: (Default)
Here's your belated gift fic, [livejournal.com profile] rs9 !  I hope you enjoy my somewhat offbeat interpretation. :)

A Great Leader, Yes; A Great Chef... Not So Much.
A drabble for RS for her birthday, based on her wonderful drawing of Aragorn and his Rangers
Rated G







“... and no, my stew did not make Denlad sick, I care not what he claims!”

Denlad merely glared at Aragorn as he hurried past them and dove into the bushes.  As Eledh chuckled and Galadh frowned at the sounds coming from the brush, Halbarad glanced at Aragorn.  Though Aragorn’s expression was hard to read, he could hazard a fairly safe guess that beneath his very real concern and very feigned outrage, Aragorn was hiding no small amount of embarrassment.  For he knew, just as Halbarad did, that his cooking skills were deplorable. 

It had been the stew, and no mistake.
cairistiona: (Default)
Because sometimes LJ conversations about Aragorn attract plot bunnies!

Rest, My Friend
Rated G
In the aftermath of a battle, Halbarad takes charge.   A drabble for [livejournal.com profile] estelcontar1 .

~~~

“I am not that tired.”

Halbarad folded his arms.  “So your lips say, but the shadows under your eyes speak otherwise.  Get to bed.”

Aragorn moved to the next injured man.  He knelt but had to brace himself with an arm as he swayed.

Halbarad immediately bent down and grasped his elbow.  “Come,” he said gently, steadying him as he stood.  He led him to a bed and guided him to a seat.

“But I am not...”

Halbarad smiled as he swung Aragorn’s feet around.  Aragorn’s eyes had already fallen shut.  “... that tired.  I know.  But rest anyway, my friend.”


cairistiona: (Default)
Because sometimes LJ conversations about Aragorn attract plot bunnies!

Rest, My Friend
Rated G
In the aftermath of a battle, Halbarad takes charge.   A drabble for [livejournal.com profile] estelcontar1 .

~~~

“I am not that tired.”

Halbarad folded his arms.  “So your lips say, but the shadows under your eyes speak otherwise.  Get to bed.”

Aragorn moved to the next injured man.  He knelt but had to brace himself with an arm as he swayed.

Halbarad immediately bent down and grasped his elbow.  “Come,” he said gently, steadying him as he stood.  He led him to a bed and guided him to a seat.

“But I am not...”

Halbarad smiled as he swung Aragorn’s feet around.  Aragorn’s eyes had already fallen shut.  “... that tired.  I know.  But rest anyway, my friend.”


cairistiona: (Default)
Because sometimes LJ conversations about Aragorn attract plot bunnies!

Rest, My Friend
Rated G
In the aftermath of a battle, Halbarad takes charge.   A drabble for [livejournal.com profile] estelcontar1 .

~~~

“I am not that tired.”

Halbarad folded his arms.  “So your lips say, but the shadows under your eyes speak otherwise.  Get to bed.”

Aragorn moved to the next injured man.  He knelt but had to brace himself with an arm as he swayed.

Halbarad immediately bent down and grasped his elbow.  “Come,” he said gently, steadying him as he stood.  He led him to a bed and guided him to a seat.

“But I am not...”

Halbarad smiled as he swung Aragorn’s feet around.  Aragorn’s eyes had already fallen shut.  “... that tired.  I know.  But rest anyway, my friend.”


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Forty-Eleven
A double drabble in honor of Aragorn’s birthday, wherein Glorfindel tries to determine just how old Estel really is.
Rated K
Fluff warning!
 
Counting is easy, but pronouncing Glorfindel's name... not so much. )

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