Miscellaneous Bits for the Horses of Middle-earth
short verse, drabbles and more.

Contents of this page:
First Light - JimboBaggins
The Flame - Queen of Gondor
The High Price of Horses - Dinledhwen
What Becomes of Bill - Linaewen
Joy and Shame - Eruvanne
Shadowfax by Rosie
Shadowfax, by Rosie


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



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