The Dance of
the Two Hunters
A forest of trees surrounded him, as
he stood
looking up at the dome of stars above. A cool breeze brushed his long
hair, and washed his fair face. He smiled up at them, and then felt a
hand on his shoulder.
“My friend,” Legolas turned around, Aragorn
was standing there, “I just wanted to tell you that if you keep looking
up there you will be an easy target for an Orc passing by, at least
have a little movement added into your nightly stare.” Aragorn did a
little dance, and Legolas joined in. Gimli watched, while silently
stunned.
Fool of a Took
Gandalf stood and finished reading from the
book. The Dwarves had been trapped, so were they. Suddenly he heard a
loud crash, they turned around. Pippin knocked a bucket down, into the
deeps of Moria.
“Fool of a Took!” Gandalf yelled. Then they
heard it, the sound of drums in the deep. He turned, wide eyed, and
exclaimed, “I want some, I want some drums!”
“Not now Gandalf, we are about to be in a
battle, then you will fall into the deeps with the Balrog, pay
attention to the script!” Aragorn said, raising his sword.
More Than Nine
“This shall be the fellowship of the ring!” Elrond exclaimed.
An Elf with dark hair walked up to the group and said, “If those
halflings get to go, then so do I!”
And a Dwarf with a dark beard said, “I will be dead before I see two
Elf’s venture off to Mordor to destroy the one ring with only one
Dwarf!”
Arwen walked over to her father, and she said, “this is my choice, I
want to go with my honey to Mordor.” Arwen smiled at Aragorn.
Elrond gave in and said, “If Arwen’s going, then I’m going too.”
Fly You Fools
“Fly you fools!” Gandalf said, then Gandalf fell silently. The
fellowship watched intently, until they saw him no more. The pain
struck their hearts you could sense the pain coming from each and every
one of them.
All of a sudden, Frodo started flapping his arms in the air. “What are
you doing, Frodo?” Aragorn asked.
“Gandalf did say to fly, did he not?” Frodo continued to flap his arms
around. Aragorn nodded to all of the fellowship members, all at once,
they started flapping their arms around.
“This is what Gandalf would have wanted.” Frodo said.
Only Mushrooms...A Drabble
“Merry, look at this!” Pippin shouted from across the field. Merry was
picking some vegetables.
“You have got to see this!” Pippin was jumping up and down with
excitement. Merry looked at him, showing a puzzled look on his rosy
face. With a sigh, he made his way over to Pippin.
“Ouch!” There came a yell from the field, Pippin stretched to see what
had happened. Merry had fallen in the grass.
“Merry! Hurry!” Pippin yelled.
Merry stumbled over to Pippin, “Mushrooms! That’s what you wanted to
show me?!?” Merry walked away, Pippin kneeled down, and began to pick
them.
The Windy Pass
The wind blew in the faces of the Fellowship. The pass of Caradhras was
a dangerous path to tread, but they were taking it nonetheless. They
slowly made their way through the deep snow, the Hobbit’s were being
carried. Legolas walking on the top of the snow, gracefully. Aragorn
turned and said, “What is wrong?” Legolas had stopped walking, his
hands, placed on his head, his face looked, worried.
Legolas looked upon his friend, a whisper, he said, “The wind, it’s in
my hair, it is making my hair, move.” He bit his lip, a tear dripped
down his face.
Of Aragorn and Hair
“Where is Legolas?” Aragorn asks Gimli.
“I think he is with the Théoden. Why, do you need him?”
“That is precisely what I don’t want. I mean, look at my hair, it’s
horribly messed up, if he sees it, then…”
“I see!” Gimli turns and spot Legolas. “Elf! Aragorn here just asked
for you, he needs you to fix his hair!” Aragorn’s jaw drops. Legolas
smiles widely, and begins to run towards Aragorn.
“I will deal with you, later, Dwarf!” Aragorn starts to run away.
“Aragorn! Wait! I will catch up! And then we‘ll have some fun!” Legolas
shouts.
Knotted
“Where are you going?” Gimli asked. Legolas halted, and turned around,
Gimli had seen him.
“No where, Dwarf.” Legolas was blushing. His hood was pulled up over
his head.
“What do you mean no where?” Gimli asked. He jumped up slightly and
pulled the hood off the Elf’s head.
Legolas tried to pull it down, but it was too late, Aragorn approached.
Aragorn’s and Gimli’s mouths both dropped open. Legolas blushed
fiercely sighed. His hair, was knotted, and small bits of dirt could be
seen.
“Legolas, your hair!” Aragorn laughed.
“I’m off to the hairdresser. My shampoo wasn’t strong enough.”
It's My Turn
I.
“No, Pip! It’s my turn to look into the palantír!” Merry yelled
as he watched Pippin roll around on the floor holding it.
“You can wait, Merry!” Pippin giggled as he looked into the
palantír.
Just then Legolas and Aragorn ran into the room.
“Pippin! What do you think you’re doing?” Aragorn yelled.
“It’s Merry’s turn!” Legolas tried to say softly, but failed.
“Yeah! It’s my turn!” Merry yelled at Pippin.
The three surrounded Pippin trying to take it from him, when suddenly
he let go and sat up. He looked up at them. “You’ll never guess what I
saw!
”
II.
“What’d you see?” Aragorn asked Pippin.
“Why should I tell you?” Pippin grinned.
“Pippin!” They yelled.
“Why do you need to know anyway?”
“Because it might be important. Duh!” Merry was frustrated.
“Fine then...I saw Gimli in a hall, he was trying to get something out
of his hair. Actually, I think he’s heading here now.”
They all turned to the doorway. Gimli had big white…. things in his
hair, and a brown liquid dripping from his beard.
Gimli grunted. “This is what happens when you tell Éowyn you
don’t like her stew. She goes all Witch King on you.”
Remember This Day Little Brother
Boromir looked far ahead of him. He could see trees swaying in a warm
wind that brushed his face and calmed his soul. He stopped moving, he
could hear no sound. He looked up at the dark abyss that was the sky,
small stars twinkled. He smiled slightly. He felt a hand on his
shoulder and turned quickly, no one was there. He gazed back up at the
stars.
“Remember this day little brother…” he heard the words fade away, and
realized it was his own voice, long ago.
He looked away from the stars. “I always will…” He whispered.
Elrond and Arwen drabble
Elrond looked through the open doorway at Arwen. She lay sleeping,
peacefully. His eyes glistened, she had made her choice, he could do
nothing now to get her to go to Valinor. He walked in and gently pushed
dangling pieces of hair off her face. It was cold. He then went to hold
her hand, which was also cold. He let a tear run down his fair, stern
face. She rolled over under her soft bed covers, a light wind washed
over her. He sat down beside her. He watched her sleep in all of her
peacefulness, sadness and beauty.
You Smoke Too Much
Merry looked up at his cousin, sitting on top of Shadowfax. Merry
lifted up his hand and handed something to Pippin. “This is the last of
the Longbottom Leaf, I know you’ve run out. You smoke too much Pippin.”
Merry looked grimly up at his cousin. Gandalf jumped up onto Shadowfax,
and they rode away to Gondor. Merry ran up the steps of a tower, to
watch Gandalf and Pippin ride away. Aragorn chased him up.
Merry turned to face Aragorn and said, “Pippin smokes too much.”
Aragorn looked down at the Hobbit and said, “I know, he really does.”
Legolas Ponders on Arwen
The beauty she casts upon us all is a gift. Never before did I think
that I would ever lay eyes upon someone so fair, so kind. Her
reflection gives me shivers. Her kind words filled with wisdom and love
are ever a gift to those who have the chance to hear. I love her in a
way that only few others love her in. Who could not love her, the way
she speaks, and glides, and thinks. I love her as a sister, for Arwen
Undomiel, is, and will forever, be the love, and light, in Aragorn’s
splendid life.
Why Did I Follow Him?: A Drabble, Sam
muses
Why did I follow him? What in my right
mind possessed me to do it? I crave good food again! All I have here is
lembas bread, and more lembas bread! I bet if Rosie Cotton made this
bread, it would be as sweet as honey, for she is. Yes, why did I follow
him? “Sam, we must be moving on now.” Frodo’s voice came from behind
Sam. I am so tired, and he is probably more so. I wish I could help
him. I know why I came, because in my heart of hearts, I truly love him
so.
A tear ran down her face. She
looked down at the path, a young child ran across, being ignored by the
others’ around her. She followed his footsteps as he ran amidst the
trees, which seemed as if to turn to stone. This was all an illusion.
She watched as the child ran into the stone room which had appeared, a
man with grey hair stood at the window at the other end. He turned
around when he heard the child running softly up behind him. Aragorn.
His face, his smile, his gentleness. Arwen sighed, she another tear,
and turned.
Don't Look At Me
Don’t look at me like that, I know what I did was wrong, selfish, and
wrong. Perhaps long ago when I came upon it, when I found it, or maybe,
did he give it to me? Yes… or no. I can’t remember now, some things
just get lost inside me, not ever to escape again.
Please, don’t look at me like that. You know that I want to get rid
of it, but my heart seems to not want to let go. My eyes are lost in a
translucent world. I only see golden shine. I need your help now.
Merry on the
Battlefield
I groaned as the weight of the sword came down against my own. I
parried the blow, then with all the strength I could muster, I stroke
back. The steel of my sword met the flesh of my attacker. All within a
second I fell to my knees as my heart pounded wildly, excitedly,
sickly. I looked at my sword, the blood shining brightly. Not with
glory, not with happiness did I stand up and look at the face. A Man,
his face dried with blood, his hair hanging freely down his face, his
eyes…open. Kneeling down, I closed them.
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.
