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tanaquiljall) wrote2005-01-02 12:04 am
tanaquiljall) wrote2005-01-02 12:04 am
Aragorn, Finduilas, Tuor and Idril, Pippin....
Ainu Laire wanted Aragorn
Not weaponless
Elrond placed the sword in the young man’s hands. “If you are to fight alongside my sons, you must have a weapon suited to your stature; and one of your own, not borrowed from the Armsmaster,” he explained.
Estel reverently drew the Elven-blade from its sheath. “It is beautiful,” he breathed. “Thank you, Lord Elrond.” He bowed low. “I shall carry no other while I have strength to fight.”
Elrohir stirred and made to speak, but Elladan put a warning hand on his arm. Not yet. There will come a more fitting time for him to accept the greater charge.
***
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sealover_astara wanted something with Finduilas in it
A mother’s duty
“What can I tell the Lady of Gondor that the Warden cannot better speak of?” Ioreth looked suspiciously at the tall, beautiful woman before her: intense, grey eyes in a white face.
“What has always been women’s business,” the lady answered sharply. “The bearing of children. They say you are the most skilled in birthing. And other things.”
Ioreth could not help preening. Despite her youth, her fame as a midwife had spread. Then she checked at the lady’s final words. “What would you have from me?” she asked coldly. There was knowledge she dare not share with the wife of the Steward, even if the lady pleaded.
It seemed the lady was as skilled as her husband in reading hearts. “Naught ill,” she laughed bitterly. “It is in my mind to bear many children for my lord. But they must be sons.” Her eyes were overbright. She turned away and her voice fell to no more than a murmur, so that Ioreth must lean forward to catch the words. “Gondor will have need of sons. My lord will have need of sons. Sons, to sacrifice in our defence.”
Pity stirred in Ioreth’s heart. “I will do what I can.”
***
Tuor and Idril are two of Imhiriel's favourites
Sea lovers
I did not understand why he named our son so, there in the White City, with only the music of fountains and waterfalls and streams. I did not know then how my husband yearned for the endless shifting sea.
Leaving the boat pulled high above the tide line, they cross the white sands: my great, golden-haired love, hair bleached silver by salt spray; our small son holding his hand, a little damp in places but laughing. He breaks free of his father and comes running towards me.
“Mama, we sailed for miles and papa let me steer!”
Well named indeed.
***
A hobbit turning 30 for Isil Elensar
Surprises
Pippin tried hard not to notice Merry’s surreptitious preparations. Though still a ‘tween, he knew it was silly to get excited about a surprise birthday party. After all, he was a Knight of Gondor and a veteran of the Battle of Bywater. Besides, he had his own worries: how to find presents for everyone with the Shire in such a state.
In the end, Merry’s plans almost went awry, and the best birthday present was not one Pippin had chosen.
“Oh Mr Pippin,” Sam cried, when he and Frodo had ridden up at last, “you should see it! It’s flowered.”
~~~
As far as I know, we don’t know the exact date of Pippin’s birthday. But in The Return of the King, LoTR Book 5, Ch 1, Minas Tirith, Pippin tells Bergil: ‘I am nearly twenty-nine…’ The date of the conversation is 9 March 3019 and the way it is worded suggests his birthday is probably some time between March and June. The Party Tree flowered on 6 April 1420, and I have assumed that Merry and Pippin are already living at Crickhollow by then.
Not weaponless
Elrond placed the sword in the young man’s hands. “If you are to fight alongside my sons, you must have a weapon suited to your stature; and one of your own, not borrowed from the Armsmaster,” he explained.
Estel reverently drew the Elven-blade from its sheath. “It is beautiful,” he breathed. “Thank you, Lord Elrond.” He bowed low. “I shall carry no other while I have strength to fight.”
Elrohir stirred and made to speak, but Elladan put a warning hand on his arm. Not yet. There will come a more fitting time for him to accept the greater charge.
***
sealover_astara wanted something with Finduilas in itA mother’s duty
“What can I tell the Lady of Gondor that the Warden cannot better speak of?” Ioreth looked suspiciously at the tall, beautiful woman before her: intense, grey eyes in a white face.
“What has always been women’s business,” the lady answered sharply. “The bearing of children. They say you are the most skilled in birthing. And other things.”
Ioreth could not help preening. Despite her youth, her fame as a midwife had spread. Then she checked at the lady’s final words. “What would you have from me?” she asked coldly. There was knowledge she dare not share with the wife of the Steward, even if the lady pleaded.
It seemed the lady was as skilled as her husband in reading hearts. “Naught ill,” she laughed bitterly. “It is in my mind to bear many children for my lord. But they must be sons.” Her eyes were overbright. She turned away and her voice fell to no more than a murmur, so that Ioreth must lean forward to catch the words. “Gondor will have need of sons. My lord will have need of sons. Sons, to sacrifice in our defence.”
Pity stirred in Ioreth’s heart. “I will do what I can.”
***
Tuor and Idril are two of Imhiriel's favourites
Sea lovers
I did not understand why he named our son so, there in the White City, with only the music of fountains and waterfalls and streams. I did not know then how my husband yearned for the endless shifting sea.
Leaving the boat pulled high above the tide line, they cross the white sands: my great, golden-haired love, hair bleached silver by salt spray; our small son holding his hand, a little damp in places but laughing. He breaks free of his father and comes running towards me.
“Mama, we sailed for miles and papa let me steer!”
Well named indeed.
***
A hobbit turning 30 for Isil Elensar
Surprises
Pippin tried hard not to notice Merry’s surreptitious preparations. Though still a ‘tween, he knew it was silly to get excited about a surprise birthday party. After all, he was a Knight of Gondor and a veteran of the Battle of Bywater. Besides, he had his own worries: how to find presents for everyone with the Shire in such a state.
In the end, Merry’s plans almost went awry, and the best birthday present was not one Pippin had chosen.
“Oh Mr Pippin,” Sam cried, when he and Frodo had ridden up at last, “you should see it! It’s flowered.”
~~~
As far as I know, we don’t know the exact date of Pippin’s birthday. But in The Return of the King, LoTR Book 5, Ch 1, Minas Tirith, Pippin tells Bergil: ‘I am nearly twenty-nine…’ The date of the conversation is 9 March 3019 and the way it is worded suggests his birthday is probably some time between March and June. The Party Tree flowered on 6 April 1420, and I have assumed that Merry and Pippin are already living at Crickhollow by then.
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