Miscellaneous
Bits for the Horses of Middle-earth
short verse, drabbles and
more.
First
Light
With webs of darkness, and his jealous deceit
In Arda, anguished cries of the Valar did greet
Vapors of blackness by her made complete
The light is void, now only silence and dread
Telperion and sister Laurelin, drained, now dead
Ungoliant insatiable, Melkor betrayer, invisible they fled
His horn Valaroma was winded and Orome did cry,
“To battle”, and leaping upon the mighty Nahar did fly
Sparks and flames from hoof gave new light to the sky
From "Of The Darkening of Valinor",
The Silmarillion
- JimboBaggins
The Flame
The flame seemed to shudder as the light gave way, but once more it
rang true, if but for an instance as it waited for a more convenient
passing. The glow grew wispy again, and then, as if it could hear
heavenly words, it sharpened it’s tools and grew brighter. Seemingly
like one who draws breath slowly, the flame would dim, then grow
brighter, dim, and grow sharper like nothing else. And then as the
words around the flame grew softer, and the tall fire shuddered and
shrank, that which was once the great light in Snowmane’s eyes, grew
dark.
- Queen of Gondor
The High Price
of Horses ~ A Double Drabble
One minute Gandalf the White, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were riding at
a fast gallop towards Edoras when all of a sudden their horses stopped
in mid-stride. Now this sent the Wizard airborne over Shadowfax’s neck
and onto the ground where he landed on his backside. Meanwhile Aragorn
had also taken to the air in a similar fashion although he landed face
down in a mud puddle. As for Gimli he bounced off of Legolas’s back and
promptly somersaulted over the horse’s rump before he landed on his
stomach. Now that left the elf who had remained in the saddle due to
his quick and graceful elvish reflexes keeping him there.
“See I told you that one quarter in each of the horse’s meter wouldn’t
be enough to get us to Edoras!” he said with a smug look.
“I hate it when he’s right,” Gandalf muttered to Aragorn who was trying
to wipe the mud off his face.
“There will be no living with him now,” the Ranger said wearily.
After that the fallen riders climbed back into their saddles before
a still smug Legolas dropped the second quarter into each meter. Then
they were galloping off towards Edoras again.
- Dinledhwen
What Becomes of Bill
“But Sam, I promise you. Gandalf has said words
over Bill. He will be protected now. You need not worry.”
“There are wolves, Strider. I remember Bilbo’s tales of the wolves.
‘Twas only the eagles that saved him an’ the dwarves from them.”
Strider smiled.
“I don’t think an eagle could pick up Bill,” Sam muttered to himself as
he patted the pony’s nose. “Probably not even an oliphant could lift
him, bein’ as he’s gotten so fat.”
Strider’s smile grew wider.
“I believe we should keep Bill here a little longer,” Boromir chimed
in.
Sam looked up in hope.
- Linaewen
Joy and Shame
The air was cool and crisp. The wind whispered across the plains.
The yellow sun shone fiercely but didn’t scorch. Two men on two horses
rode forth with their company to fight a band of Uruk-hai. The two men,
Gárulf and Eomund, were best of friends as were their horses,
Hasufel
and Arod. Laughing together, both men and horses enjoyed their ride to
battle. The men spoke of loved ones back in Rohan. The horses discussed
the loved ones on their backs. All were happy until nightfall.
The air was thick and cloudy. No wind stirred the endless fields.
A red sun rose cold and uninviting. Two horses rode forth with their
company after a fight with a band of Uruk-hai. The two horses, Hasufel
and Arod, were the best of friends. But neither laughed nor spoke. The
largest disgrace that could have befallen a horse had fallen on the two
friends. Both hung their heads in shame for losing their closest human
companions, their riders. Both were unhappy until nightfall.
- Eruvanne
