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[livejournal.com profile] suzll just gifted me with the sweetest young Halbarad and wee!Aragorn ficlet!

Influence
At age nine, Halbarad is already getting his younger cousin Aragorn into mischief.

Read and enjoy!

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I just posted a tiny little Mettarë fic... a little Estel one-shot that I actually wrote during the 2012 B2MeM and never finished. It seemed to suit the season, though, so with a wee bit of polishing, it's now up at ff.net and Stories of Arda.

Feffers
When the littlest among them has a broken heart, all of Rivendell are moved to provide comfort, even Master Elrond’s household staff. A sequel of sorts to To Find A Heart. Written for the 2012 B2MeM. Thank you, Suzll, for the quick turn-around beta, and to Prof. Tolkien for giving us such a wonderful playground. Slight warning for themes of death.
Rated G


Read at Stories of Arda here.
Read Fanfiction.net here.

Enjoy, and may you all have a happy holiday!
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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... )
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The following squee-filled thank you is rather belated, because of a too-busy week, but many, many, MANY thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rs9  for creating such beautiful artwork to go along with my story, "By Such a Foolish Name"!  To say my jaw dropped is waaaaay understating my reaction!  And as I'm continuing on with the tale, I've revisited all these SEVERAL times, for inspiration.  And even if I wasn't continuing on with the tale, I'd be revisiting these SEVERAL times just because... because... *flails*.... they're just so doggone good.  You have rockin' mad skills, my friend... may your wrist never cramp, your fingers stay nimble, and your creative flair never wane!

So, using the handy little "share" button on her original post, something I've never tried before, here's her post in it's entirety for you to enjoy!  (Sorry it's not under a cut; when I tried to do that, it messed it up so that when you clicked on the cut link, it actually took you to her LJ, not a bad thing but I think the idea behind sharing the post is to have it on your own LJ for comments... either I'm doing it wrong or there's a glitch in their code).



Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] rs9 at HEY CAIRISTIONA...THANKS FOR THE INSPIRATION!

 Inspired by a ficlet by cairistiona.  A wonderful and vivid story that inspired these scenes in my little ol' imaginative head!

A Glimpse of  "By Such a Foolish Name":


 "The door swung open and the hum of voices lowered..."The man, tall, hooded, with a sword in a battered scabbard hanging at his side, slammed the door shut".































Inside the Prancing Pony )

"The man nodded his thanks, picked up his drink and wove his way through the tables until he reached the fireplace...He sighed with a deep fatigue of a man who finally takes the weight off aching feet....Bowen was again struck by how tired the man looked.
 
 


"He continued to watch as the man sat hunched over his drink, his back to the flames".







".....who's the fellow just come in, by the fire?"     "That there's a Ranger, name of....."



He shut his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the bench.



"For the first time since he entered the inn, a genuine smile stretched slowly across the man's face. Bowen was amazed at the transformation; Strider seemed almost handsome".

 
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The following squee-filled thank you is rather belated, because of a too-busy week, but many, many, MANY thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rs9  for creating such beautiful artwork to go along with my story, "By Such a Foolish Name"!  To say my jaw dropped is waaaaay understating my reaction!  And as I'm continuing on with the tale, I've revisited all these SEVERAL times, for inspiration.  And even if I wasn't continuing on with the tale, I'd be revisiting these SEVERAL times just because... because... *flails*.... they're just so doggone good.  You have rockin' mad skills, my friend... may your wrist never cramp, your fingers stay nimble, and your creative flair never wane!

So, using the handy little "share" button on her original post, something I've never tried before, here's her post in it's entirety for you to enjoy!  (Sorry it's not under a cut; when I tried to do that, it messed it up so that when you clicked on the cut link, it actually took you to her LJ, not a bad thing but I think the idea behind sharing the post is to have it on your own LJ for comments... either I'm doing it wrong or there's a glitch in their code).



Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] rs9 at HEY CAIRISTIONA...THANKS FOR THE INSPIRATION!

 Inspired by a ficlet by cairistiona.  A wonderful and vivid story that inspired these scenes in my little ol' imaginative head!

A Glimpse of  "By Such a Foolish Name":


 "The door swung open and the hum of voices lowered..."The man, tall, hooded, with a sword in a battered scabbard hanging at his side, slammed the door shut".































Inside the Prancing Pony )

"The man nodded his thanks, picked up his drink and wove his way through the tables until he reached the fireplace...He sighed with a deep fatigue of a man who finally takes the weight off aching feet....Bowen was again struck by how tired the man looked.
 
 


"He continued to watch as the man sat hunched over his drink, his back to the flames".







".....who's the fellow just come in, by the fire?"     "That there's a Ranger, name of....."



He shut his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the bench.



"For the first time since he entered the inn, a genuine smile stretched slowly across the man's face. Bowen was amazed at the transformation; Strider seemed almost handsome".

 
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Remember that drabble meme?  Ages ago?  No?  Not surprised, but rest assured, I still remember it and remember all the challenges everyone issued, including this one from [livejournal.com profile] inzilbeth_liz :  "Umm, how about, Aragorn [obviously!] and Tom Bombadil! You know how much I want to write this fic myself but I'd love to see something from you."  

So... here you go, Liz, and just in time for your birthday!  And as is somewhat sad habit with me and this meme and my general suckishness at math, I eschewed the 100-word rule and wrote a ficlet instead, because I was too lazy to bother with counting, and moreover, 100 words couldn't tell the tale.


Tra La Lily, the Ranger's Knocked Silly... )
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Remember that drabble meme?  Ages ago?  No?  Not surprised, but rest assured, I still remember it and remember all the challenges everyone issued, including this one from [livejournal.com profile] inzilbeth_liz :  "Umm, how about, Aragorn [obviously!] and Tom Bombadil! You know how much I want to write this fic myself but I'd love to see something from you."  

So... here you go, Liz, and just in time for your birthday!  And as is somewhat sad habit with me and this meme and my general suckishness at math, I eschewed the 100-word rule and wrote a ficlet instead, because I was too lazy to bother with counting, and moreover, 100 words couldn't tell the tale.


Tra La Lily, the Ranger's Knocked Silly... )
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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.
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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.
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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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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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Spoilers for The Ranger and the Eagles!  But only if you haven't already read everything that's been posted to this point.   If you don't want to read this yet, just gawk at the wallpaper and hit the back button. *g*  Otherwise... look under the cut.





"Please Try Not to Bite Me Like Last Time"... )
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Spoilers for The Ranger and the Eagles!  But only if you haven't already read everything that's been posted to this point.   If you don't want to read this yet, just gawk at the wallpaper and hit the back button. *g*  Otherwise... look under the cut.





"Please Try Not to Bite Me Like Last Time"... )
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Fear not, the next chapter of The Ranger and the Eagles will go up today, but over the weekend I was reading in HoMe and got a teeny plot bunny:






Trust
The faith of a child...
A drabble of 100 of my own words--the quote from Morgoth's Ring that inspired this isn't included in the word count. :)
Rated G
Unbeta'd--although it's very much a portion of the fruit of much laborious discussion between Inzilbeth and I when I was researching The Ranger and the Eagles.  My thanks to her for straightening me out on several aspects of Aragorn (pun intended!).
___

The small boy banged his heels against the stone wall, left-right-left-right, a happy rhythm.  He opened his mouth wide and took a huge bite out of the apple he held in his small hand, then pointed up.  “See that, Glorfin’l?”

“That cloud?”

“The whole sky.”

“Yes.”

“Eru thought it up, didn’t He?”

“And the Ainur sang it into being.”

“I’m glad He made it blue.”

“And when it is pink?”

“Like sunrise?  That’s pretty.  But blue’s better.”

“Blue is very nice.”

“Eru is nice.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugged.  “I just know.”  He jumped lightly down and skipped away.
___

“‘Amdir we call it, ‘looking up’.  But there is another which is founded deeper. Estel we call it, that is trust.  It is not defeated by the ways of the world, for it does not come from experience, but from our nature and first being.” - Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth, Morgoth’s Ring, page 320 in my particular copy, with is the 1993 Houghton Mifflin Company hardback edition.

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Fear not, the next chapter of The Ranger and the Eagles will go up today, but over the weekend I was reading in HoMe and got a teeny plot bunny:






Trust
The faith of a child...
A drabble of 100 of my own words--the quote from Morgoth's Ring that inspired this isn't included in the word count. :)
Rated G
Unbeta'd--although it's very much a portion of the fruit of much laborious discussion between Inzilbeth and I when I was researching The Ranger and the Eagles.  My thanks to her for straightening me out on several aspects of Aragorn (pun intended!).
___

The small boy banged his heels against the stone wall, left-right-left-right, a happy rhythm.  He opened his mouth wide and took a huge bite out of the apple he held in his small hand, then pointed up.  “See that, Glorfin’l?”

“That cloud?”

“The whole sky.”

“Yes.”

“Eru thought it up, didn’t He?”

“And the Ainur sang it into being.”

“I’m glad He made it blue.”

“And when it is pink?”

“Like sunrise?  That’s pretty.  But blue’s better.”

“Blue is very nice.”

“Eru is nice.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugged.  “I just know.”  He jumped lightly down and skipped away.
___

“‘Amdir we call it, ‘looking up’.  But there is another which is founded deeper. Estel we call it, that is trust.  It is not defeated by the ways of the world, for it does not come from experience, but from our nature and first being.” - Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth, Morgoth’s Ring, page 320 in my particular copy, with is the 1993 Houghton Mifflin Company hardback edition.

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