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Music playing is Blood War by Jared Ellsworth. It is used with permission.
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This page is dedicated to my parents Victor and Rheeta Fledderman. Dad, who married a woman with two more children than he already had. He was a wonderful father, and much better than the one God issued me. Ah, well, basement bargains. Mom, who instilled in me a love of reading and music, although I do not think she ever wrote a thing, and God knows the woman could not sing. But, you do not need ability to foster love. Thank you Mom and Dad. I wish you could see what we have done.
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This world belongs to Ela. Or rather Lady Elrénia Dorlandadiel. She lives in a world of magic. A world that leads into the mind and refuses to leave. She lives in the land of Middle Earth.
Ela is the main character of a story I have written. It is here that my mind dwells when not otherwise occupied. Everything here is Tolkien inspired. New Line Cinema owns the playgym, but I just borrow one of the swings. I own nothing here save my own creations. I make no money from these writings. Some of them are completely generic, meaning that you would be hard pressed to tie them to Tolkien's writings. But, they are inspired by him and so, it is just my tribute to a wonderful mind.
So, wander around and see the wonders. Let you mind open to the magic. But, bear in mind that RL awaits, so tarry not long.
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Non-English words used on this page are either Sindaran or Quenyan. Since Quenyan is a dead language, much like Latin, it is seldom used. However, every word we know is simply not available in both languages, so one must fudge a bit. If you do find a correctable error, I will be happy to change something. I am on a never ending journey of learning. Thank you.
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A Tale of The Fall and RiseOf the Houses of Tur-ányi and Arif-Adem
A/N This is a poem based on the fiction ‘The Phoenix and the Griffin’ by Havetoist, a friend. She liked a couple of my poems and said, would you...and I did. Be careful for what you ask. I claim nothing concerning the characters nor the events depicted. I just felt the need to write the poem. With her blessing, of course. Thank you, Havetoist for the inspiration. I feel my poems are much better than my fiction (not to mention so much less work, lengthwise. Not to imply they are any less than fiction, just less time invested).
The fire burning consumes all
Fallen embers light the night
Burning small suns into the eyes
The pinpricks all too bright.
The gauntlet thrown, the war declared
It tears across the years
Dragging down the innocent
With the guilty, drowned in tears
‘Tis only a girl, ‘tis only a boy
The forward years will tell
Such a small and simple act
And yet, the war is hell
The blood runs free, enriching earth
While destroying life above
The ones caught ‘twixt, no way out
Done in the name of ‘love’?
The Houses torn, the hope is lost
The sacrifice of honor slain
Who could have foretold, such a simple act,
The cause of years of pain.
He said “Come.” to one not his
She said “Yes.” in return
And so began the toll of years
When Houses then would burn.
The war tore on, destroying lives
Kindling the anger of those around
Dismayed to watch those of their own
Run down into the ground
And yet, hope sprang from the funeral pyre
Of Houses now near gone
Again, a girl, again, a boy
Would undo what had been done.
Their secret love defied the bounds
Set up by cruel hate
Those from afar, held their breath
And prayed it not too late
For, despite discord sown through the years
Their love held true and strong
The breath released by those who watched
The chance to right the wrong
Shaking himself and rousing now,
The Phoenix takes to flight
The Griffin follows, strong on wing
Loathe to lose the sight.
Their beauty fair is as the flame
That draws them like the moths
But, that which resides deep inside
Will cause a pledge of troths
For beauty fades and eyesight dims
And memory disappears
But, souls survive and carry deep
The stuff that lasts for years
Now, Phoenix rise, redeem the lost
Bring honor once again
And Griffin, catch him, renew yourselves
Redemption, the healing rain.
©Rheeta-Lou ‘Rous’ Roepke 8/8/2004/T
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Lend
A betrothal song. Written for A Butterfly Effect.
So far, the only poem actually written for the story.
I cannot see by light of candle
Nor by the fire’s dance
I only seek the stars above me
Their light a shining lance
The road I walk is full of choices
The life I live they rule
If I should falter in my journey
Tears of pain, form a pool
But with your love, I will not falter
Steadfast I will be true
The love we share, will always keep us
As stars in midnight blue
I cannot see without your passion
The stars burn brighter still
They shed their light and open passage
Our hearts they speed to fill
Now onward t’wards the journey coming
The sun shines down on us
We travel with the west wind blowing
The end, our journey blest
Lend- journey- Sindaran
©2004 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
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I Yessë En Mentë
(The Beginning of the End)
A lay recounting the Battle of the Hornburg from The Two Towers by JRR Tokien. Ponderously long, but I had to try this. A song that would have been sung by storytellers.
The dawning of the day so fair
Portended not what soon would come.
The sun shone down upon a land
That would soon be bathed in blood.
The fleeing filled the stronghold’s walls
And, great the fear of all within,
That leached out the will to fight.
It ran as water through the souls
And diminished the spirit of those who stood
Entrenched on walls that had never fallen.
So great was the enemy amassed below
That courage fled like the hunted hart.
Do you feel the fight in vain?
Are you afraid that all will fail?
Can you see the end of all?
The men feared for the sons beside them,
The wives and daughters locked behind.
Although death awaited they who stood,
Much worse was in store for those below.
The day was spent in mass confusion,
As those untried prepared to defend.
The arms were poor and hastily found,
But, more in abundance than the will to battle.
The old men shook, their day well past.
The young boys shivered, the chore ahead
More than the comprehending of plows and fields,
And the knowledge that not all would survive.
How came we to this?
What events transpired?
Could it have been prevented?
Now darkness creeps upon the Deep,
Stirring more fear than ere was thought.
The eyes are drawn with unnerving sight
Upon the field stretched out beyond.
The gasps of those who have never seen
More than a handful of beings ever before.
Now eyes are riveted on the countless horde
Of ten thousand bodies marching forth.
The rumours heard, but not believed,
Impossible to grasp the vast amount,
Of those who would stamp out the lives
Of those who knew them not.
Has your blood turned to water yet?
Your bones to quivering piles?
Do you stammer forth your words in fear?
The cry goes forth, the arrows loosed,
All watch the struck foes fall
A cheer goes up, unchecked by captains,
There will be so few of those.
Momentarily, eyes are drawn towards the old King
Standing on the threshold of the inner deep.
He stands proud, and whispers to none, “So it begins,”
And watches as his people, in despair, wait.
Yet farther down the Deep, moves one
Who would supplant a lineage long ensconced.
Who would replace the human flame
That lights the fair White City.
What hope have we, at the end of an age?
Are we to die in a battle not of our making?
Should not this have been stopped ere now?
He who will draw all to himself, as moths to the candle,
Those who will follow him to the ends of the earth,
Now takes the lead and rallies forth, and thus gives hope
To those who never thought to see such thing again.
Flanked by those who have seen more evil
Than now faces those who have never known it,
The fledgling king seeks to fill his men
With the heart he knows has fled.
He gives courage out like water, through a look here,
A touch there and a welcome word to all.
It is his task, a daunting one, to build them up,
And bring through until the dawn.
See now the man who leads us?
Whence comes such fairness and steel?
Can prophesy now be fulfilled?
It is a bitter fight, the one side fighting for supremacy,
The other for their very lives. The age-old story, told again.
All know that if this night ends well, they live to fight tomorrow.
They also know, that should they fail, their land will cease to be.
The battle rages on through the night, the rain runs with the blood.
Men fall and are replaced ere their bodies hit the ground.
The battle rages, desperation against determination,
And long before the dawn arrives, the very walls are breached.
And now along the Deeping wall, the men pull back in haste.
Their only goal now to prevent the breaching of the keep.
For all know from harrowing tales passed down,
The fortunate are the ones who die, protecting those who are lost.
Alas, my love, can you forgive me?
Can I forgive myself?
And what of those we brought to this time?
The blades now drawing through their midst and dropping men,
Resound against the futile arms of those still standing,
The sounds too like the swish of scythes among the grain.
The fallen pile up and trip those left, the battlements clogged.
The king still stands and watches now, as the tide turns in.
How humbling to know that you have failed and lost it all.
No sons to avenge the loss of kingdom, to fight for honor.
No daughters to bear the generations that would now not come.
And yet, he looks, with hope, at the one still down below.
Destined to take the sundered people and unite them,
Under the banner of the White Tree and lead the land
Back to the glory that had been its heritage for ages.
Oh, Eru, will you forget your youngest children?
Can you not hear the cries for justice?
You would not let us sink into oblivion?
The young one watches as a friend falls, now.
He races to the stricken man, and takes him in his arms.
Closing his eyes, he silently prays for the chance,
To survive this madness and come to his own.
For he knows the destiny, the life that is his.
He knows what will one day be, if only he can hold on.
For one waits for him, one who would willingly give up
All that is in her inner being. Has already given it.
It is she that drives him, now, to rally his men and fight.
For if they lose, she and all the people will surely share
The fate that awaits the surviving standing now to defend
The inner sanctuary holding the dearest future to be had.
Can love defeat the evil here?
Can courage be enough to carry the day?
Would it not be easier to surrender and beg mercy?
The inner walls now show the strain of pressure building,
Brought by those intent on destroying all that is good.
The cracks that seam the stone, grow even as watched.
The massive gates, wrought to protect, now protest the wrenching
Caused by rams of unholy mass and thrust with hate,
Against the bars of unyielding iron forged in the fires of Light.
Now the battle acquires the frenzied pitch that only comes from fear.
The fear that all held dear would bear the brunt of the anger
Of those denied the victory they would seize,
By the very ones they now slaughter with mindless glee.
The arms now raised to stem the flow waver with weariness.
Their strength, like their courage sapped by fear and hopelessness.
From where does the promised aid arrive?
Did not the word go out?
Are we to die anonymous, alone?
And now the decision made, if all are to perish here, this night,
Then let the deaths count for more than fodder for the foes.
Let not the wives and daughters mourn that all were overcome
Without the fight that bought the land and brought us here to fight
For what was gained by the blood and sweat of forefathers brave.
Let not the bards tell tales that the battle was lost because of fear.
It is only meet that brave men carry the battle to the foe.
So now, do they, the few are left, decide to do just that.
They mount one last time, the wise old king, beside the one who rises.
And joined by those still fit to ride, they carry forth the cry.
The banners fly, the voices raise, the horses hooves do thunder.
And swift they ride, into the dawn, to death, and what awaits them.
Alas, is all now lost?
Our king, does he abandon us?
Oh, Eru, can you not hear us?
And now the sun peeks o’er the hill and penetrates the Deep.
Its rays glint off the spears still wet with spilled blood.
It blinds the Men who turn to greet the last day they will see.
The enemy begins to writhe in torment from the light
That shows true nature more than any word could do.
The Men now gird themselves once more, with courage, to see
Their fair king ride gloriously to his death.
And resignation that they have failed, and left the innocent
To pay the awful price that comes with defeat sorely bought.
A thousand years and more are ended as the evil spreads yet further.
So many lives are thrown away attempting this one last time,
To stave what should have ended years ago, but for Men’s greed.
Will you now lay down your arms?
Go quietly into oblivion?
You, who have failed all those before you?
The sound of thunder cracks the day, yet still the sun does shine.
No rain falls now, no reason for it, yet it echoes off the hills.
Men stand in confusion as the enemy stirs in fear, hearing also
The sound of impending doom, the noise of avenging coming nigh.
The east explodes as salvation sweeps in waves, like the ocean tide,
Atop the hill and down the slope in mass unimagined ere now.
A cheer starts off and soon resounds around the deep recesses.
The Men fight back, their strength renewed by the sight of those
Come from the east, into the dark, to shine the light of victory.
The one who promised, kept his word, and now the enemy routed.
The King reins in his mighty steed and halts upon the bridge.
The youngling smiles, and pauses now, awaiting what will come.
Do you not see Eru’s hand in this?
The prayers of those hard pressed are answered?
See, was it not always so?
The swirl of white that is the one who led the sally here
Now converges on the waiting Kings and halts with smile and nod.
A promise made, a promise kept, although it thought not possible.
And now the people who fought not by choice, but desperation
Wearily drop to the ground where they stand, not caring,
But only rousing once again, when those below break out to see
Who lives yet, and count the loss of those who fell in their defense.
Cries of joy, and wails of sorrow, greet those swiftly returning
From the chase of bringing down the enemy left unscathed.
The cleansing will take long for those not stirring soon
From the refuge bought with lives so dearly.
But others even now prepare to depart from the safety.
Wait, where do they go?
Can they not see there is still much to do?
Will they take yet more from us?
The Kings ride forth, side by side, and lead a mighty host.
The peoples who go with them are as varied as the banners
Fluttering in the wind, rising above the mass of riders.
All laugh and cheer as they ride to the south, the victory fresh.
It seems those fallen are forgotten in the zest for yet more blood.
But chastise them not, for they will remember, when the time allows.
For brethren fallen on the field, are always recounted in the forward years.
Brothers, fathers, sons and friends, none will be dismissed by memory.
But, there is a time and place for such things, remembrance of the courage,
Of the sacrifice of those, who could have been themselves.
For now, yes, the battle won, the fighters can take their due.
But the horizon beckons, for still the war looms before them.
The title is Sindaran.
Thank you to Havetoist and my son Michael for playing beta for me.
It is so hard to find good help, and they are very good.
©2004 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
9/11-13/2004
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Only By the Stars
A love song written at the creation ofthe sun.
Only by the stars that sweep the night sky
Have I ever seen your face
The soothing time of twilight alone
Has revealed your grace
The gentle breeze blowing, that lives only
To softly caress your skin
Dies a willing death, to return
And wrap you once again
The teasing breath of evening stirs
Caressing the tendrils of your hair
It weaves around you and darts away
Hesitant to touch one so fair
Your step is as the down from the flowers
Stirred by your body as you pass
You leave no footprint on the ground
Not even on the grass
How is it possible that one such as you
Could love one such as I
The mere thought that you just might
Is enough to make me sigh
There is nothing that can exceed
The beauty you contain
Your existence is an epic song
With a never ending refrain
Surely nothing can surpass the beauty
That is yours by right of birth
The poetry that is in your movements
Is the sum of all on earth
But wait, what is that to the west?
A blinding orb of light
It is great enough to take my breath
It even takes my sight
There is nothing now can match it
It is truly a work of art
But glancing back at you
I am struck straight through my heart
As bright and grand the orb is now
And even more it grows
I realize your beauty rested
Always in shadows
For nothing can convince me
That orb is brighter yet
Than the face I now behold
And never will forget
You are my sun and moon
You outshine every star
You have my love forever
Undying, as we are
I am jealous of the wind and stars
That have touched your body fair
When I have been content thus far
To worship and to care
To caress your beauty with my mouth
My words my only touch
I feel they have served me poorly
They can only say so much
So answer now else I will die
I cannot bear the pain
Of your refusal in my ears
I will ask only once again
You say yes? My love
Is returned a thousand fold?
And to think I might have lost it all
If I had only not been bold
© 2004 Rheeta-Lou ‘Rous’ Roepke
03-15-2004m
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Drabble- a piece of literature consisting of one hundred words, not including the title. Those listed here are all LOTR related, although it is sometimes difficult to see. Until I get some new pages, I will post these here. These are just some drabbles I wrote. They are succinct, but that is the nature of the genre. Those with words listed above the title were part of Insta Drabbling. You are given a set amount of words and must incorporate them into your story. Those without words were written for various other reasons.
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Gimli and Hygiene
Easy, louse, shows, Eldar
It is not easy. I am referring to this journey. It seems that most of it is to be spent out-of-doors. And that elf, he delights in his hygiene. Would that he find a louse in his hair. Ah, the Eldar, so persnickety. It just shows that they could not survive outside of their cloistered realms. How like him to be concerned with his hair. I will never understand their need for cleanliness. Look at the hobbits. They do not suffer. I think even Aragorn and Boromir distain this constant bathing. Ah, well. Soon I will be home. No baths.
3/27/2005
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On Lingering Death
fear, pain, death, sword
I do not remember where I am. I try, but the thoughts escape me. I fear that things did not go well. I struggle to rise, but the pain keeps me down. Around me, only death. I see nor hear anyone alive. Oh, that they would have killed me, also. To live like this, slowly dying and alone. Death would be a much better end. Clean. Just take a sword and send me to Namo. I would rather go now than face this… this lingering decline. Oh, Eru. Why did you lead us here? To be home with my beloved.
3/27/2005
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Our Love
Cottage, puzzle, heart, pink
Oh, my dearest. You have captured my heart. It belongs to you, now. Never again will I be alone. You have fulfilled all my hopes; my dreams. I will build you a cottage in the glen. The trees will give us a bower; the grass, a carpet. No one will intrude upon our love. We have eternity to puzzle the mysteries of each other. The morning sky is pinking up. ‘Tis time to rise and welcome the future. It is ours, from this day forward. Think not on the past. For we are here. Never will I let you go.
3/27/2005
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Promises
Tweak, broom, skirt, horse
Celebion reached out and tweaked Cauwen’s ear.
“Stop it,” his mother admonished him. “Leave your cousin alone.”
Ela finished sweeping the porch and swished the dust from her skirt. She shooed the children from the porch. Shaking her head, she turned at the sound of a horse approaching. She grinned when she saw who it was.
“You are home early,” she said to her husband. He swung down from his mount. He looked from his wife to the children.
“Where is your grandmother?” he asked.
“Why? What did you have in mind?” she asked, setting the broom aside.
“You’ll see.”
3/27/2005
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Rebirth
fear, pain, soften, maimed, torture, focus
Ah, to soften the pain. How is it that the stars are gone? Have they truly disappeared? Or are my eyes no longer seeing? They join my maimed soul. The torture of my very being is gradually driving me insane. It is so dark. Even my eyes cannot penetrate the blanket of nothingness that surrounds me. The focus of my being is now on just breathing. There is a gradual halt to my sensibilities. The light of my life is dimming. The dark slowly claims me. The stars, my delight are forever gone. Never again to see them. NO! Rebirth.
3/27/2005
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The Festival
midsummer, beginning, busy, many
It was midsummer. Time for celebrating birthdays and the mark of the ending of summer. All was in preparation of visiting relatives and the usual group of performers. It had been so long since a Midsummer Festival. Much too long. The women were busy making the cakes and pies that would be consumed in much shorter timeframes than those which created them. The men were gathering and pulling out pipes in anticipation of the contests that would ensue. Many were expected this year, and it was beginning to look like maybe the tide was turning in the war. Ah, peace.
3/27/2005
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The Wager
Mess, inclination, won, screeches
What a mess! I cannot fathom why I let this happen. I wagered on a race. A stupid bet. Who knew the nag was that fast? He did not look it. And now, I have to pay up. Stupid wager. My inclination is to just leave quietly and hope he does not remember. Oh, if only I had not said anything. But, he won. Fairly. So, I will, of course, pay up. But oh, the screeches of laughter when he crossed the finish line. How will I ever pay it? Well, I can think of one way. But will he?
3/27/2005
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Port of Call
Extension, delicate, Corsair, after, colour, jam
The Corsair cut through the water, resembling a delicate bird. The mainmast proudly bore the sails, the extension above it bearing the flag. The sail itself was emblazoned with a great eagle the colour of midnight.
As the ship drew closer to land, the lines were tossed ashore and the mate jammed the lock onto the rudder. Running down the sail, the canvas rustling like mice through dried leaves, the ship came to a quiet halt, balancing on the still waters of the cove. Only after all was stowed away did the captain disembark, smiling, into the arms of anticipation.
4/14/2005
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The Utmost Limits
Circumstances, coney, great
“Well, this is just great, Mr. Frodo. How am I supposed to feed nine people with one coney? Tis not enough that we lost our bag of mushrooms and onions coming out of Moria. Now, I’ve nothing to season the meat.”
“Sam, I’m sure whatever you fix will be fine. If circumstances were different, you would not be so upset.”
“Mr. Frodo, if circumstances were different, we would still be in the Shire.”
“Yes, well,” said Gandalf, “circumstances are what they are. I do believe I saw some tubers back a ways. Perhaps Merry and Pippin would go get some?”
4/14/2005
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A Simple Task
enthusiasm, ditch, sleepy, haven
The only problem with the job at hand was the choice of labourers. Anytime you get a dwarf and an elf in competition, well, stand back out of the way. The enthusiasm generated by the two of them would have run a festival in the Shire for weeks. And all know how long those Hobbits can party.
The water ran through the ditch and down into the shallow depression. Ah, and now time to relax. A haven in the heat of summer. The effort had made Merry and Pippin sleepy, and they had retired long before the job was finished.
6/2/2005
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A Day In The Life…
Subject:Oliphaunts
lullaby, amblers, record
The scribe sat in the upper atmosphere in the pergola atop the huge beast. The journey was strenuous and boring. Lists of what was eaten; what was pillaged; disciplinary reports (of which there were many) had to be recorded. By now, the scribe had written the week’s report, and it was not yet noon.
The gait of the mûmak was too even and steady. He envied those walking; at least they were awake. The steady plodding of the ambler was a lullaby that only served to put one to sleep. And, the punishment for sleeping was not to be contemplated.
5/13/2005
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A Passage Of Time
power, sung, highlands, days
Limrel walked through the woods. They had run days straight and she had no idea where they were. She only knew that terror stalk behind. Of the twins, Gisell bothered her the most. When the girl had sung, Limrel could feel the power. This child belonged in the highlands, where the powerful ones lived, not the plains. But as long as THE GREAT ONE searched for them, they could not go west. And she knew that north were the Hard Mountains; only death lived there.
Limrel’s gaze was drawn towards a light ahead, and the strange man who sat there.
5-13-2005
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Creation
A drabble written for a challenge at OSA.
It ran through the forest, a soft rustle of sound. It spilled out over the plains, lapping at the mountains. All in its path succumbed to the inflection of nuances, extending here, withdrawing there. It danced among the trees and tripped out to the sea: touching, creating, finding a foothold in the earth itself. The results swiftly becoming aware of its existence, it continued flowing outward, an ever-expanding force, bending elements it created to its will. All was perfect, creation as beautiful as the creator. Yet, the conductor winced. A single sour note, out of place. The music of life.
6/1/2005
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A Gifting
OSA Drabble Challenge # 14: Presents
Looking out, he felt something missing. Try as he might, he could not find the contentment that was once his. It was stripped away, and until matters were set to right, all would remain in a state of disarray. His home founded upon sanctuary, he felt vulnerable.
The courier mounting the steps outside drew his attention. Suddenly hesitant, he waited, his hands shaking. Would this be the letter that destroyed his hopes, or allayed his fears?
Breaking the delicate seal, he read it, a tear coursing down his face. A gift more precious than life itself. Her acceptance.
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Summer Reruns
OSA Drabble Challenge# 16: Crossover
How often does one gets to contemplate his immortality? And finding one to compare it against; well, that happens not at all.
And yet, that is just what was happening to Celebdir, one of the few Elves who chose not to sail west. He had listened to the tales concerning his opponent. He had weighed the odds the man was as good as rumoured. Having dismissed most of what he picked up, he found himself facing what had never before challenged him and lived to tell the tale. Yet, the man’s words made him uneasy.
“THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!”
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The Mermaid
beauty, girl, sea, smiled.
Walking along the beach, he chanced to glance up the cliffs. There sitting atop them, amongst the heavy grass was a young girl. Watching her, instead of the heavy surf behind him, he was thoroughly doused by the churning sea. Glancing at his clothes, he turned back to find her gone. Lamenting his ruined attire, he looked up sharply at a soft laugh. Beholding beauty he had never experience before, he drank in the delicate features. He was lost, however, the moment she smiled, her eyes lighting from an inner source. Ah, the famed elleth Gandalf had warned him of.
7-15-2005
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Palantir
glass, duty, inconceivable, circumspect
The glass slipped from his hands, leaving him paralysed with fear. Would he never learn?
Gandalf, awake now, dropped beside the small form. It was inconceivable that he could be so stupid, but, there it was. Feeling a duty to the small ones, he called until Pippin opened his eyes. The horror was so plain that only a blind man would not have seen it.
Sitting back, the wizard wondered if the small hobbit would be more circumspect in the future. It was too late for such thoughts. He would see if there was any way to repair the damage.
7-15-2005
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Legacy
OSA Drabble Challenge #19: Characteristic Phrases
He hung his head. Once again, he had managed to become the center of attention. However, it was never in a positive manner. If he was not saying the wrong thing, he was doing the wrong thing. It was not as if he tried to anger others; it just happened. Back in the Shire, it was not much bother. But now…now his mishappenings were endangering those around him.
Sitting alone, he thought about his latest transgression. Why could he never think? Must he always act first and question later?
There was no doubt, he was a fool of a Took.
7-20-2005
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Untimely Reflection
OSA Drabble Challenge #20: Minor Character
He stood at the walls, watching in horror. The vast numbers of the enemy daunted him. Such evil, vile creatures with one desire: to see all men dead. He thought of his wife and daughter, safe below. He would never see them again.
Turning, his eyes fell upon the cadre of strangers. What was their reason for being here? They had forever to withdraw, watching the progress or downfall of men. And, yet they fought beside the younger race. What would draw a race that lived forever to battle?
Suddenly, he knew. And, turning with renewed courage, met his end.
7-25-2005
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If At First You Do Not Succeed…
OSA Drabble Challenge #22: Hope
What went wrong? All my plans, all my dreams, cut from my grasp. I was so careful. I SHOULD NOT HAVE FAILED!
Ah, but now is not the time to dwell on this. I must try to salvage something of this mess. I still have my life. I still feel the hunger. No, I will not let them win. One thing my master taught me, never give up. It was so driven into me, I doubt I could give up, did I so choose.
There are still resources to draw from; I have many avenues yet to pursue.
TO VICTORY!
8-15-2005
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These two drabbles just happened to be written back to back. And, they have a common character.
Allegiance Torn
OSA Drabble Challenge #25: Good Guys Doing Bad Things
“NO!” the woman pleaded. “Do not do this!”
“I have no choice,” he replied, tersely. “Do not make this harder than need be.”
“But, what of me? Our plans? Is she worth it?”
He halted, torn by guilt and desire. Aleria had been a constant companion for many years. She had reason to believe it would be forever. Yet, another had stolen his heart. One who would not bend; would not docilely follow him. One whose spirit would dominate all he did. She set his heart racing and his loins afire. He dared grasp the gold.
Sighing, Celeborn walked away.
9-6-2005
Working Hard (Or Hardly Working)
OSA Drabble Challenge #26: Elves at Work
“Leave me, now,” he said, regretfully.
“But,” she protested, “I have time.”
“I am a little busy,” he said. “This is far more important that a dalliance with you.”
“Is it?” she asked petulantly. “I remember last week when you were…um…not busy. I found time for you.”
Looking up, he basked in her radiance. “Look, love,” he began.
She covered his mouth with hers. Momentarily lost, he drowned in the feelings she caused in him. Forgotten was the sword he had been etching. As were the next few hours.
“There,” said Galadriel, leaving a slightly dishevelled Celeborn to his work.
9-10-2005
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These next drabbles were written for an exercise for There And Back.
Contemplating Agony
Exercise #1 at There and Back
Exiting the mountain, he was aware of the cry of anguish. Unable to hold back his own tears, they coursed his cheeks. The horror of the last hours was too great. The others sobbed openly and one was not to be seen.
Unimaginable! Gone! His last words admonishing them to flee. Then, the selfless act that saved their lives. Realizing this quest was not to be the simple task he had imagined, he looked around. One less. Who would be next?
Shaken, he jerked at the hand on his shoulder. Silently following, he wondered again at their naiveté. Glory, indeed!
9-12-2005
A Brief Respite (Three Drabbles)
A series of three drabbles, all concerning the same person and scene told from three different perspectives. An exercise at There and Back.
1st
Struggling to sit, I paused, taking in the scene around me. There was grief and weariness, yet, also a current of joy. The battle had been won. The foe set back. It was a time for preparing for the next fight, but also, as men were wont to do, it required a bit of merriment.
I could hear plans for a feast, and even snatches of conversations concerning life after the war. Glancing far ahead, I could see the one who would be king, and thought of my sister. Hmmm, I thought, stretching, there would be no merriment in Imladris.
2nd
As you struggle to sit, the lightness of those around you strikes a disconcerting chord. In the aftermath of so much death, you wonder at the ability of the men to find any joy. And yet, so were men, needing their small victories, their plans for afterwards. As you take in the snatches of hope for the future, you spy your kin.
Considering the desires of your sister and her chosen one, you realize that there will be no joy for your father. For from the fires of victory would come bitter defeat: Elrond’s battle to take Celebrian’s children home.
3rd
Ignoring the pain in his side, he managed to stand. Taking note of the feasting plans he overheard, Elladan shook his head in amazement that they could plan so, with so many dead. Yet, such were men, having need of a break from the horrors of war.
Seeing his brother, he moved in that direction. Next to him stood Estel. Now, there was a battle to consider. Arwen would have her way. And, once again, Elrond would be left clinging to dead hope, devastated by the actions of others.
For unknown to him, he would meet his beloved Celebrian alone.
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
9-12-2005
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First Born Love
OSA Drabble Challenge #27-”First Love”
Rising, he glanced at the prostrate forms surrounding him. He looked down at himself. Nude, he marvelled at the beauty of his body, noticing those around him were of like perfection.
Wonder filled him as another awoke. Different, yet alike, he felt drawn to her. Approaching shyly, he offered her his hand.
Accepting, a surge of feeling coursed her veins. Sliding gracefully into his arms, an urgency overcame her. Glancing instinctively towards the west, she backed from him and slowly walk away, looking back to see if he followed.
He did.
No words were spoken; nor were there any needed.
9-13-2005
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Loss
Written for OSA Drabble Challenge # : The One That Got Away
The pain! As I sit here and think on all we could have been! What went wrong?
You…you were a thing of beauty, crafted by loving hands, destined to give me the world. I willingly gave you everything; most importantly, my heart.
But now, you are gone, resting in your birthplace, warmed by another. And I will never feel you again. I will never caress your curves, marvel at the sheen of your skin.
I feel my life ending, as did yours. You were my reason for living. Alas, life drains from me. As are you, I am lost, dead.
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
9-20-2005
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Downfall (Drabble)
Ah, perfection. All was perfection. Such were the thoughts of the Valar. Eru had designed the song; could it be anything less? The beautiful song, the complexity of the creation, all was done to the conductor’s guidance.
And, yet, did no one notice the slightly sour note within, the discordance that occurred? It seemed that in their joy in the music, they did not. No one took note of the slightly different song, or even contemplated that one would sing differently. And yet, one did, and so, introduced evil into the world. Would that Melkor had never come to be.
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
9-29-2005
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The Manly Approach
Written for the OSA Drabble Challenge #31: Men
The battle fought, the losses great, and now to the ending of it all.
Isildur, having cut the ring from Sauron’s hand, picked up the finger with the ring. The light in his eyes belied the intentions stated beforehand: Destroy Sauron and destroy the ring.
The gears working within his brain spoke of self-disillusioned strength, the knowledge that he was different, could withstand the siren’s song.
And yet, thinking of his pathetic remains laying on the river’s bed, I think on how practical a woman would be. Ring in hand, short walk to the fire, what is the problem?
Men!
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
10-11-2005
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Faerie Ring
Challenge at Q&I: Write about your favourite elf and your personal faerie. Mine is
Fire Hailwitch
Turning over, Haldir groaned in his sleep. The dream, again. It made his life miserable. For months now, it was the same. He walked among the mallyrn, watching fireflies dancing in the dark. Then she came, gliding on air, it seemed. The same routine: she drew back from him, waiting until he called. She rushed into his arms, her slight form moulding to his. Then, they spent the night in bliss, her gossamer scarf wrapping both of them.
She disappeared by morning’s light.
The sun woke him. He turned to the empty pillow beside him. And saw a gossamer scarf.
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
10-12-2005
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Choices (Drabble)
Written for OSA’s Drabble Challenge #32 “Left Behind”
It’s not that he hadn’t wanted to go. But leave the land of his birth? It was more than he could bear. Better to stay and help pick up the pieces. He would mourn the loss of the love of his life, but her choice was not his. He would remain with Elrond’s children, natural and adopted. He would see the end of the age.
Who knows, maybe he would tire of this and find his way to her. Meanwhile, there was much to do.
And finally, his second greatest desire: to get his hands on Elrond’s fine palace, Imladris.
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
10-17-2005
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Forbidden Love
treasure, forbidden, broader, submission
He dreamed. Strange dreams. And in the dreaming, gained his satisfaction. It was the only way, for the one he craved was beyond his reach. He was forbidden that which would fulfil his every desire. It was submission of the basest kind, what he wanted. The love would only flow in one direction, yet he was uncaring, lost in the nightmare of his need.
Yet he was called, the siren’s song irresistible. Treasure passed by, and fields left unconquered. So great was the call, the voice broader than all of Arda.
Could he resist? NO! HE MUST HAVE THE RING!
©2005
11-01-2005
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The Ghost Of Utterance Past
Written for the: "OSA Drabble Challenge #35: Siblings"
“It is mine!”
“No, it is mine!”
“What are you boys arguing about?” their mother interrupted.
“He says it is his right to accompany Father on his inspection tomorrow.”
“Well, my son, he is to be the Steward one day. He must learn the land and its people.”
“But, Mother, it is dangerous out there. Should not I go in his stead, for his protection?”
“No, child, ‘tis his place, and he will return, I promise.”
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Years later, facing the river, Faramir silently cried, but, it should have been my right,
the ghost of his mother’s words haunting him.
©2005
11-08-2005
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The Rape of Arda
OSA challenge: Injury.
The pain, unbearable, is beyond me. None should have to endure what I have.
From birth, all was laid before me. The awakening, the beauty of birth. The dawning, an enlightenment of knowledge. I was content in my ignorance, lost in the belief that all was perfect.
Then HE came. He stole my innocence; raped my essence and left me broken. He thrust through my heart plundering my riches, leaving my children in darkness.
Oh, Eru, do you hear your beautiful daughter crying, wounded and dying? Will you not save me?
Ah, thank you, Father, for I hear the stirring
©2005
11-19-2005
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The Letter
This started as an OSA challenge entitled “Letter”. It would not contain itself at 100 words, so I went ahead and finished it the way I thought it should go. It was presented for review at a site, where it was declined. Good thing that is not why I wrote it. LOL I have included both versions here.
My Lady,
It is with the greatest of sorrow that I write of your daughter’s decision. Although she lives, a part of her has already departed for that which we all seek. Her heart, once given fully to me, now dwells in the West.
She requests you accompany her to the Grey Havens. I beg of you, do not hesitate. Her pain is such that nothing Arda contains will ease it. These months have seen a decline in her will to live. Before she passes beyond our world, I would see her where she can regain her spirit.
Ever yours,
©2005
11-26-2005
My Lady,
Greetings to you and your Lord. Know that I have always held you in the highest of estimations. You gave me the greatest gift possible, your daughter, my heart’s desire. She has been the guiding force in my life. All my thoughts are governed by her regards.
And so, it is with the greatest of sorrow that I write of your daughter’s decision. The wounds upon her body are healed and her thoughts run clear once more. However, there is a part of her that no longer responds to life here. Although she lives, a piece of her has already departed for that which we all seek. Her heart, once given fully to me, now dwells in the West.
She is determined to find refuge in the one place where she can be guaranteed it. My pleas have fallen upon deaf ears. Her children cannot sway her. She fears this land as never before. It is will great sorrow that I have given her my blessings. I would rather see her gone and know where she is, than have her die and dwell in that place where I cannot follow.
Know that I have not done this lightly. You, who have gone through numerous trials of your own, know that my heart breaks at her leaving. I would follow her now, if I could. But, there are other factors that bind me here, our children not the least of them. There are grave things afoot that cannot be ignored. I have promised my love that I will join her when events allow. Until then, she will wait where healing can take place.
She requests you accompany her to the Grey Havens. I beg of you, do not hesitate. Her pain is such that nothing Arda contains will ease it. These months have seen a decline in her will to live. Before she passes beyond our world, I would see her where she can regain her spirit. She will wait only for you, but do not make her wait long. She longs to quit this land and be at peace. I honestly believe that only in Valinor will she be at rest.
We leave in three weeks. That will give you time enough to return your answer and make your way here. Her children have all gathered and will journey with us. Yours is the only other presence she requires. I await your answer.
Ever yours,
Elrond of Imladris.
©2005
12-6-2005
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Thwarted Fruition (Drabble)
OSA challenge: Kings and Rulers. I can think of at least three couples this could apply to, but I leave that up to the reader’s imagination.
“What is it, my love?”
He took her hand, holding it against his cheek.
“I want to ride once more; to fly across the plains as I once could.”
She laughed. “But, what keeps you? You are king. Surely you can do as you like.”
He chuckled. “Would that it was so. However, many are the responsibilities and too great the charge that keeps me here. Perhaps tonight, when all are asleep….”
She smiled as he planned his escape from the heavy mantle of his position. Thus it was every so many weeks; and the plans yet to bear fruit.
©2005
12-09-2005
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The Trek
pointed, torchlight, voluptuary, grassland
Travelling through the grasslands was never easy. Now was even more difficult. The torchlight held by Theodred was small and too far away to do much good. Eomer looked back at his sister. The game had become a trek of magnified proportions. This was not the time of day to be about without weapons. Still, it was more fun trying to avoid the voluptuaries and their grand ideas of who held ownership of a vast plain than the lessons awaiting them back home. Would it be possible to cross it in one day? Suddenly, the game was not as exciting.
©2005
12-09-2005
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Well Schooled
dimensions, touched, laughter, slight
Ela jumped at the slight touch, soft as a downy feather. The feelings running through her body amazed her. She bore such a look of wonder he could not contain his laughter.
“Is this what you dreamed of?” he asked softly, his breath tickling her ear.
“Oh, no,” she whispered back. “I dreamed of this.” She echoed his laugh as she slid her hands down the dimensions of his body.
When he moaned, she giggled. His breath became ragged. “Where did you learn that?”
She swirled her finger through his hair. “I told you the stables was for learning lessons!”
Ela jumped at the slight touch, soft as a downy feather. The feelings running through her body amazed her. She bore such a look of wonder he could not contain his laughter.
“Is this what you dreamed of?” he asked softly, his breath tickling her ear.
“Oh, no,” she whispered back. “I dreamed of this.” She echoed his laugh as she slid her hands down the dimensions of his body.
When he moaned, she giggled. His breath became ragged. “Where did you learn that?”
She swirled her finger through his hair. “I told you the stables was for learning lessons!”
©2005
12-09-2005
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Dust On My Saddle
OSA challenge: Write a scene from Tolkien in a modern way. Tolkien meets the spaghetti western.
He dropped from the horse, spurs jingling. Turning, he rolled his head, delighting in the cracks and pops as his vertebrae realigned themselves. His gaze fell on the empty street before him. No one met his blank eyes.
He headed for the saloon, dust falling from his coat. Shouldering through the swinging doors, he bellied up to the bar.
“Whiskey?” asked the barkeep.
“Double,” his reply, glancing around. “Lookin’ for Elrond. Seen ‘im?”
“Sheriff? He’s up the road, in Rivendell, waitin’ for the posse.
The stranger nodded. Tossing a coin on the counter he left for a meeting with fate.
©2005
12-17-2005
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A Winter’s Day
spruce, earliest, half
Early spring. The trees were budding and life was slowly waking from the cold of winter. Despite the date, it was decidedly time to spruce up.
Elrond finished his paperwork and went to his rooms. Choosing his clothing carefully, he shed his robes and redressed. Checking, he found the boys’ room empty. With half the day gone, he should have known better.
“I would speak with you, at your earliest convenience, my lord.” Trust Erestor to interrupt his plans.
“Very well,” he replied, turning to shut the front door, thus allowing Erestor the benefit of the snowball meant for him.
©2005
12-17-2005
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These drabbles are listed under the title of "The Dance Of Life" taken from the title of one of the pieces. It is set in the world of 'Butterfly'. These are not listed in order written, but rather chronological order. Just made more sense to me.
Mettle
forge (as a verb!), friendship, cradle, tabletop
Finally, it was finished. Forged from the lifeblood flowing through the heart of Arda, it had been crafted with care and patience. He held it in his hand, gentle as the hand it would one day grace. Placing the ring on the tabletop, he glanced at the creator. Dorga’s friendship had been but part of the weaving that had cradled his betrothed since her troubled childhood. Now, the caring would fall on him.
The dwarf mumbled his welcome to the elf’s thank you. Despite their races’ mutual dislike, he respected this one, if only for her sake.
7-15-2005
The Dance of Life (Part One & Two) (Double Drabble)
The Dance of Life
OSA Drabble Challenge #11: Dance
The feasting and dancing ended; there was one thing left to do. Haldir took Ela’s hand, leading her into the bedroom. She was flushed: with dancing, or anticipation? Quickly ridding themselves of the restraint of clothing, he was pleased that she did not hold back. Both inexperienced, he had a good idea what to do. Moving to the stage set for their love, she welcomed his embrace. Thus reassured, he gently laid her on the bed, drinking eagerly the sight of her body. Kissing her tenderly, he moved over her and began the dance that would begin their life together.
5-27-2005
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Quiet Contemplation
completed, share, flowers, hope
The evening completed, Haldir lay quietly, not wanting to wake her. He thought over the last year, and the anticipation that had almost overcome him. And now, he had what he had not realized he wanted.
Starting at the arm creeping around his waist, he relaxed and smiled. The touch, soft as the petals of a flower, gripped tighter as she snuggled against him.
Considering the years spent alone, he contemplated sharing them with another. Well, his brother had managed quite well; he hoped he could do the same. And there was little doubt he would, now with her here.
Dessert
Music, cheese, smile, limit
The music softly wafting through the garden drew one’s attention. It distracted just enough that he missed her next words.
“I want a child,” she repeated, her smile loosing the knowledge that he was not listening.
He dropped the cheese back onto the plate.
“Are you sure? Glordinel believes you cannot bear children.” His concern coloured his words.
“Ah, but he knows how stubborn I am. And, will it not be fun to attempt it?”
He laughed. He had discovered there were no limits to her appetite. Their nights were never boring nor empty. He contemplated the amusement in trying.
©2005 Rheeta-Lou “Rous” Roepke
7-15-2005
Elixir
splash, orange, weapon, fortify
Taking the knife and using it as a weapon, he sliced into the orange. Such a rare and expensive item demanded careful handling. He was reminded of the perfume his wife’s brothers always irritatingly made sure she had in great supply.
He filled a cup with the liquid, mindful of splashing it.. Carrying it to the bedroom, he set it down on the table next to the bed. Watching her slowly wake, he smiled. After last night, they would need something to fortify them. The lazy smile on her lips said that they would need more juice. Lots of it.
7-15-2005
Sweet Surrender
surrender, hammer, gleam, priority
“I surrender,” she said, laughing.
He rolled over letting her sit up.
“You will have to learn to fight better,” he told her, his eyes gleaming. “Are you sure you surrender?”
“I do. Now, help me up.” As he reached down, she sprung and hammered her head into his gut, flying over him as he fell backwards.
“You have been studying, Ela. Where did you learn that?”
“Your brother. He said I would need it to surprise you.”
“Well, you will need to stay away from my brother for awhile. In your condition, you need to get your priorities straight.
3-27-2005
*Let The Games Begin*
peony, slouch, catlike, fervour
Haldir slouched against a tree, making it look graceful, as only an elf could. He stood watching, the object of his gaze fully aware of him. Her seeming indifference only whetted his appetite.
With catlike movements, he spun around the tree, losing sight of her. Looking again, she was gone.
“Looking for me?” she teased, lips pink and soft as a peony, the gleam in her eyes matching the fervour coursing his veins.
With no warning, she flung herself into his arms. He grasped her with equal force.
And they were off, to do what elves do in the woods.
Heaven On Earth
OSA Drabble Challenge #13: Seeing Something New
“Nana, what is it?” The small elfling asked in wonder.
“It was my home,” she answered, looking up at the beautiful structure above them.
“But, it is so big.” he exclaimed. “Where are the talain? Does everyone live in this one building?”
“No, of course not, silly. There are other homes around, you just have to look for them. See, across the valley? That is where my cousin lives. You must open your eyes, Celebion. Only then will you see.”
The child thought on this. Finally, he asked, “Is this Valinor?”
His father ruffled his hair. “Almost,” he said softly.
Some translations: Words are Sindaran.
talain-flat houses built in trees.
Valinor-Undying Lands-Heaven to the Elves.
6-7-205
A House Is A House Is A House
OSA Drabble Challenge #15: Culture Shock
“Ada, why is the city so tall?”
Haldir smiled down at his young son. The first glance of the White City was always daunting for one used to living among trees.
“Many people live here. If they lived as we do, they would overwhelm Lórien, there are so many.”
“But, where are the houses?” His son was not yet convinced. “How can so many live in such a small space?”
“They live in…sort of talain…over each other, in layers.” How to explain apartments to a child?
“On top of each other?!” The child was horrified. “Do they not get squished?”
Translations:
Ada-father
talain- treehouse type dwellings
6-23-2005
Planting Seeds
OSA Challenge #18: Patience
Thrusting steadily, he watched her eyes widen in surprise. He knew this was her first time. He had frankly expected more trouble with her, but was pleased that she caught on so quickly.
Taking her hand, he guided it to where it would be most beneficial. Watching her ministration carefully, Haldir kept her at the task. Only upon completion would satisfaction reign. He waited, patiently for her to hit a rhythm. Sighing in relief as she finished, he brushed a curl from her damp forehead.
“Very well done, Eléria,” he said.
“Can we plant more flowers tomorrow, Ada,” she asked.
7-14-2005
Promises
Tweak, broom, skirt, horse
Celebion reached out and tweaked Cauwen’s ear.
“Stop it,” his mother admonished him. “Leave your cousin alone.”
Ela finished sweeping the porch and swished the dust from her skirt. She shooed the children from the porch. Shaking her head, she turned at the sound of a horse approaching. She grinned when she saw who it was.
“You are home early,” she said to her husband. He swung down from his mount. He looked from his wife to the children.
“Where is your grandmother?” he asked.
“Why? What did you have in mind?” she asked, setting the broom aside.
“You’ll see.”
3-27-2005
Anticipation
Jewels, reverence, acquiesce tradition.
Unbecoming one of her position, Eléria jumped up and down with joy. Her father was taking her to the fences, and without her mother. Not that her mother was not fun, but there was a way about her. The child did not understand it, but she held her mother in much higher reverence than any other.
Acquiescing to her father’s slight admonishments, she settled down in anticipation of a tradition in which she had not thought to indulge: the trip to the fences her brothers were always bragging about taking. The protected jewel was about to see the big world.
7-15-2005
Haldir
Mark, orders, wind, strengthHaldir led his company to the outer edge of the western fences. His orders had been clear: intercept the small group the Lady had known was coming.
The wind was picking up strength, bringing the scent of the mountains to mix with the odours of the Golden Woods.
Watching as his sons held back with the other wardens, he was surprised to find that Ela was also there. He did not know she had come from the north with Rúmil. His other brother, Orophin, was also in evidence. A family reunion. Was her younger foster brother in for a surprise.
7-15-2005
Pause
OSA Drabble Challenge #24: The Silence Before the Storm
Life held its breath. The trees leaved, the flowers bloomed and the young came anyway. But, sentient life? It knew. It had happened once before: the waiting.
Wardens watched the borders. Nothing had changed in that for almost three millennia. Yet, it was different. A subtle scent on the air, like a thought, that brushed the hairs on the back of the neck.
Haldir felt it. It was stronger to the east. It threatened everything he had gained: family, peace, happiness. His awareness was mirrored in those around him.
Peace continued, but for how much longer? And, what of after?
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