- Dr. Gamgee
The Father-Son Picnic
Warm rays suffused the forest glade with greenish gold light as
Thranduil rested his hand on Legolas’ arm.
“I am sorry to see you leave, Legolas, but I am glad that we will have
this last feast together,” he gestured toward the tables where several
elves were spreading the contents of large picnic baskets, “and I will
be pleased to finally meet this friend of whom you have spoken so
highly, with whom you intend to travel.”
Then his grip on his son’s arm tightened as he spied the figures
entering the glade from the opposite side.
“You!” he exclaimed.
The forest loomed darkly overhead as the two dwarves marched steadily
along the road.
"...fought by your side in the war," Gloín was saying to Gimli.
"Truly, he is a worthy friend, and I am most honored to meet him. But
why here?” He gestured about them. “Though I'll grant it’s not so
dreadful gloomy as it was the last time I traveled through here. Black
as night it was then… no clean water, no game, just those awful
spiders... and those Elves!"
The forest brightened as they reached the glade, and Gloín saw
who awaited them. “You!” he thundered.
Thranduil and Gloín attempted to stare each other down while
simultaneously addressing their sons:
“You expect me to sup with…”
“…after all the trouble he and his kind caused us?”
“…after he locked Thorin and the rest of us in his dungeon?”
“Now, Father!”, Legolas and Gimli chorused.
Legolas gestured at the laden table, “Please, everyone, may we just sit
down, enjoy the meal and try to be civil to one another.”
“Aye, let’s eat!”, Gimli agreed heartily, reminding Legolas momentarily
of a certain Hobbit.
Elf-king and dwarf-lord continued to glower at one another.
Gloín poked at the venison on his plate and muttered inaudible
deprecations upon the heads of Elves.
Gimli shook his head ruefully and said, “We Dwarves were once the
friends of Elves, and they were ours. It is long past time we put aside
our quarrel. Legolas is my truest friend; I trust him with my life.” He
drew forth a small, ornately crafted mithril box and caressed it
reverently. “As for the Lady Galadriel of Lóthlorien, there is
none more fair in all of Middle-Earth… ”
Gloín arched an eyebrow at him, sighed in resignation, and began
Gloín pushed away his empty plate and reached for his pipe. “The
roast venison was quite acceptable”, he pronounced, “though it would
have gone down better with a nice stout ale.”
Thranduil inclined his head graciously toward Gloín. “Perhaps
one day, we’ll share a pint... over your table.”
“Aye, I do owe you one,” Gloín agreed, “but if you don’t mind
your manners, you’ll be floating home in a barrel.”
Thranduil glared at him… then smirked... then chuckled. Gloín
was startled momentarily, but then laughed with him.
Legolas leaned close to Gimli and whispered, “I told you it would
- Daughter of Kings
"Shut yer gob; I hear somethin’,” the Orc next to him turned.
“What are ya talkin’ about? I don’t hear nothin’,” he stated,
scratching his head and looking everywhere but up.
The pail hit the first Orc’s head dead center before he even had a
moment to look up. What brains were in him were effectively squashed.
“Argh,” the second Orc screamed and jumped back. “The cave is falling!”
He ran right and left, screaming at the top of his lungs as more debris
fell: a dismembered skeleton, a long chain, and a sword.
Pippin looked down the well, horrified.
Hide & Seek
They had played hide and seek all morning and still he had not once
been able to find him. Always, he had to surrender. Then, it would be
his turn to hide and he would be found before a moment’s hesitation. He
knew his playmate was quick, but this was becoming absurd.
Now, he wished his playmate was with him, for he had been commanded to
find the halflings and protect them. Instead, he found the band of Orcs
charging down the hill towards the defenseless little ones.
“Faramir,” he sighed. “Would that you had taught these little ones to
Eyes - A Drabble
His eyes. There was something amiss, she could sense it. She looked
deep into his eyes, those strange blue wells, but found no answer. Then
she looked into that pair of hazel eyes she loved so much. “Goodbye,
lads, and save journey !” “Goodbye, Mistress Rose” – he stepped up to
her and squeezed her hand very gently. And then she understood - and
was afraid, but there was a whisper in her ear “ He will be back, I
promise”. Yes, she knew he would, but she was afraid of what look this
homecoming would bring into the hazel eyes.
- Rosie Cotton
Amidst the Flowers
Grief. The word he had flung at her so long ago, hung in the air over
the funeral byre as incense wrapped around her heart. Ada had said it
would be thus. Bitter were his words spoken so long ago, and bitter now
they rang again as if just spoken.
Cerin Amroth beckoned, where first they met, kin and yet not; then, she
walked in that fair land, covered with elanor and niphredil. Now,
overborne by grief profound, she found herself marked for doom as was
Lúthien Tinúviel. She laid herself down amidst the
flowers and woke no more.
Slave of the Shadow: A Ringwraith’s
I was once a man, a King of Men. Sometimes I can remember a face, a
voice, or the color of sunlight. Did a father, uncle, brothers or all
of those die for my ambition? My name is lost to me, along with all I
once was. I came to ring and shadow young, I think. The Eye burns
behind my sightless eyes like a torturer’s brand and sears the images
away. Past, present, and future are painted in the red of blood and an
unutterable blackness. I was a King but I am now a slave to the Shadow.
- Orangeblossom Took
The River was the best way for them to
travel and avoid any pursuit, but it was fraught with its own perils
also. Great slime-ridden rocks rose up all frothing from the deep,
white foam surging around them in endless striving. Other rocks
be seen below the clear waters, vague shapes, to Sam's mind, they
threatened to rip out the bottoms of their boats. Icy, stony
hidden away, malicious. The waters of the Anduin were swift and deep,
deeper than the cold, running fears of all the world it seemed to Sam.
No, he did not care for boats.