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Collections of vignette tales, too long for drabbles and too short for short stories.


Boromir on Feanor - Agape4Rivendell
Boromir's Birthday - Linaewen
Choices - Agape4Rivendell
The Drums - Overlithe
Fatty's Anguish - Agape4Rivendell
Just Between Friends - Onono Laivindur
Of Boromir and Linaewen - Onomir
Oliphants and String - Agape4Rivendell
Rats - Sevilodorf
Sauron's Vow (in 6 parts) - Dinledhwen



Just Between Friends

King Theoden's order to march had been given and Edoras was a bustle of activity.

Gimli changed into his best leathers and tunic, brushed, beaded, and braided his long hair and beard.
He removed from a dark purple velvet pouch four rings and two chains with golden and mithril amulets hung on them. Placing these with purpose on his fingers and about his neck.

Legolas watched him from across the room with interest.

"Tell me Gimli. What is the meaning of all this array and preparation?"

Holding up his hands Gimli began, "These are the rings of Thangor, given upon my coming of age, and of my family, tokens of valor in battle from my father and his father.
These are the amulets given to me by my father in Rivendell before our departure, which were gifted him by Thorin Oakenshield before his death. If I am to fall in battle then I shall fall in honor with the glory of my fathers upon me. Any foe will know he has fell a Dwarf of honor and lineage.”

Legolas stood and approached Gimli Son of Gloin from out of the shadows and stepping next to him in the light he knelt upon one knee and said; “I Legolas Prince of Mirkwood do now swear and pledge myself to stand by thee to the death.” Then standing placed his hand over Gimli’s heart, as was his fashion.
Gimli looked up to Legolas and offered his hand taking Legolas by the forearm with his strength, as was his fashion.

"Thank you my friend and I do swear likewise the same in honor to the death.”

Gimli then turned back to the table and put on the helmet given him by King Theoden.

“Let us go and serve the King together, as one.”
- Onono Laivindur

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Choices

Thorongil kicked the stone. ‘If I stay,’ he thought, ‘I will continue to damage Denethor’s place in Gondor. Ecthelion is foolish when it comes to his son. Denethor tries, does everything he can to obey him, and yet he turns to me for council. I will never earn Denethor’s trust. And trust me he must, for he will be my Steward if things come to pass as Elrond sees them.’ He sighed. ‘My heart is happy here. I love his son. I love him. And Finduilas and Indis could not be more courteous. If I leave now, if I do not return to Minas Tirith, perhaps Ecthelion will turn to Denethor and use him. This parting would be most painful. I love Minas Tirith, her people. Would I be abandoning them? No, it is more important that I not abandon Denethor. The longer I stay in Gondor, the deeper grows Ecthelion’s attachment to me, the deeper grows the rift between Denethor and myself. I cannot let this continue. How will I tell them? No, there is nothing to say. I will leave a note and go. Bitter is this time.’ He kicked another stone. ‘This is not what I planned.’
- Agape4Rivendell



On June 20, 3018 -- according to Tolkien's Tale of Years -- Sauron attacked Osgiliath. Boromir spoke of that attack before the Council of Elrond, saying, "...in the days of June, sudden war came upon us out of Mordor..."


The day had been especially warm, even for the middle days of June. As dusk fell and bright stars appeared in the darkening sky, the heat of the sun could still be felt emanating in warm waves from broken stone walls and crumbled masonry – all that remained of the once great city of Osgiliath.

From his vantage point atop an elevated terrace of tumbled flagstone nigh the great stone bridge spanning the Anduin River, Boromir gazed out across the water to the eastern shore, veiled in silent shadow. The enemy was there, lurking in the darkness. Any day now, they would come – a horde of Orcs awaiting only the signal from their Master to attempt passage of the bridge. If that passage was won, then Sauron would gain for his armies a straight path into the heart of Gondor.

That must be prevented at all costs.

“Only a matter of days now until loëndë, the Middle-day,” sighed Boromir ruefully. “It should be a time of festival and merry-making! Yet here I am, awaiting certain battle – if word received by my father of the Dark Lord’s movements is accurate...”

Boromir scowled.

'Twas a fine way to spend one’s birthday!
- Linaewen


Since I've been writing Pippin's Tale - I have spent much time with Fatty - and I found it grevious to think of him during the time his friends were away - even though he really did not have it in him to go on the adventure with them, I believe, in his heart, he wanted to go. And instead of an adventure, he had to lead the resistence once the Shire was overrun by men...

So here is my little tribute to this little Hobbit who was so courageous and such a good friend.


Fatty’s Anguish

They would let this happen without telling me! I have always been there for them. They would ask, and I would obey. When they needed someone to watch the road, I was there. When they needed someone to stall the evil at Crickhollow, I was there. I put their safety before my own.

If I had not been coming up the road and seen them in the distance, I would never have known. Rarely do they travel through the woods in the middle of the day, and yet, there they were and not alone! There was Bilbo, Elves. And there were my friends.

And I knew! I knew without a doubt that they were leaving. Again. Leaving without me. Will I be left again to fight the evil that they let into the Shire? Will I again be imprisoned? I could not stand the horror of the Lockholes again, with never enough food, sunshine, nor friend about. Will the evil come back? Will I die here alone?

I will follow them. I will tell them what they are doing to me. I will tell them they are breaking my heart. I will not be left alone again. I will not.

- Agape4Rivendell


Boromir on Feanor

“Feanor,” Boromir mumbled.

“What?” Faramir asked.

“Hmmm… Sorry. I was thinking aloud.” Silence.

“Well?”

“What?”

“Feanor! What were you thinking about Feanor?”

“You have studied the ancient myths. Do you not see?”

“Boromir!” Exasperation crept into his voice. “How am I to see when I do not know where you are looking?”

“The Ephel Dúath and beyond. Does not it strike you that, if not for Feanor, we would be looking at a snow-covered mountain, trees filling its sloping sides, rivers full of fish, good hunting grounds, blue skies above. I would that it were that way now. Never, in my lifetime, have it seen it but blackened, smoke-filled, with rivers of molten fire coursing down its sides. Aye, that is what I see. And I do not like it.”

“You blame Feanor?”

“His oath began all this. The Valar turned against men, against Númenor, because of him.”

“How can you say that? Númenor was brought low because of the pride of the king.”

“But who stoked that pride? The servant of Melkor, a Valar.”

“So - Feanor hated the Valar, turned his back on them and The Undying Lands, and the Valar turned their backs on us?”

“On Gondor!”

- Agape4Rivendell



Sauron’s Vow

After all the festivities associated with Aragorn being crowned King was over the Fellowship gathered one last time in a private garden. However there was someone else there too who was lurking in the deep shadows in the one corner of the garden that was overgrown. And it was in that direction that Legolas kept looking at for the elf sense that malice was there although his elvish eyes saw nothing.

“You and your companions have won this time but I will be back!” Sauron softly hissed at the Prince of Mirkwood who reacted to the Dark Lord’s words as if he had been slapped in the face.

Suddenly a large dark shadow in the shape of an eye flowed out of the overgrowth and hovered above the startled Fellowship before rapidly flying off towards the north.

Immediately Aragorn was kneeling at Legolas’s side. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes I am,” Legolas replied while slowly opening his eyes. Then he met Aragorn’s concerned gaze with one of his own before saying. “The destruction of the One Ring wasn’t enough to stop Sauron. He still lives although now greatly diminished for the moment... Aragorn he has vowed to come back.”

A deep silence then filled the garden as the elf’s grim words sunk in. Then Aragorn stood up and with a defiant look in his grey eyes he said firmly to all “Then let him come! We will never allow Middle-earth to fall under his dark presence!”

And thus the fight for Middle-earth began again.


Part 2

But Sauron was in no hurry to return. If his new plan was going to succeed he must allow men’s memories of him to be dimmed by a long passage of time so they would be less vigilant and easier to bend to his will. Until then the Dark Lord relied on the small song birds he had enslaved to be his spies to bring him news of what was transpiring in Middle-earth during his temporary refuge deep in the Misty Mountains.

However there would be three times at crucial moments when Sauron’s feathered spies failed to be observant and the first time was when a message was delivered to Legolas from Lord Elrond while the Prince was still in Minas Tirith.

“Legolas what is it?” Aragorn asked when he saw briefly a mixture of fear and doubt show through the elf’s normally calm visage while he read what Lord Elrond had written. Then he handed the message to the King and said softly “Lord Elrond has foreseen what lies ahead in my future and what you must now do in order for me to succeed when that time comes.”

Now Aragorn quickly read it and when he was done he stared in amazement at his friend. “When Sauron said he would be back, I had envisioned this new fight for Middle-earth being determined again on the field of battle,” he said while handing the message back to Legolas who then folded it up and carefully placed it inside his tunic.

“I thought so too.”


Part 3

But Sauron was in no hurry to return. If his new plan was going to succeed he must allow men’s memories of him to be dimmed by a long passage of time so they would be less vigilant and easier to bend to his will. Until then the Dark Lord relied on the small song birds he had enslaved to be his spies to bring him news of what was transpiring in Middle-earth during his temporary refuge deep in the Misty Mountains.

However there would be three times at crucial moments when Sauron’s feathered spies failed to be observant and the first time was when a message was delivered to Legolas from Lord Elrond while the Prince was still in Minas Tirith.

“Legolas what is it?” Aragorn asked when he saw briefly a mixture of fear and doubt show through the elf’s normally calm visage while he read what Lord Elrond had written. Then he handed the message to the King and said softly “Lord Elrond has foreseen what lies ahead in my future and what you must now do in order for me to succeed when that time comes.”

Now Aragorn quickly read it and when he was done he stared in amazement at his friend. “When Sauron said he would be back, I had envisioned this new fight for Middle-earth being determined again on the field of battle,” he said while handing the message back to Legolas who then folded it up and carefully placed it inside his tunic.

“I thought so too.”


Part 4

Meanwhile Sauron sensed that the time was fast approaching for him to put his plan of becoming the supreme ruler over Middle-earth into motion. So he carefully emerged from his refuge deep in the Misty Mountains just long enough to possess the strong body of a handsome young man traveling through the area so he could have a physical form. However this was a risky move on his part for if this body should suddenly die before he could leave it, he would be reduced to nothing more then a harmless spirit. But he was willing to proceed with his plan for he was very confident that such an outcome would never happen if he surrounded himself with only true followers who would protect him with their lives.

Now Sauron’s spies continued to keep him informed so a gleeful smile lit up his new face when he learned that King Elessar had died which meant that the only one now left of the Fellowship was Legolas since his dwarf companion had sailed to Valinor. Then a slight unease momentarily filled his mind when a short time later he learned that his spies had lost track of the elf’s whereabouts which was the third and final time they failed their master. However Sauron forgot all about the missing elf when his plan of compelling words began to successfully turn the hearts and minds of most men towards him while those opposed were soon force to hide underground and hope that someday they could overthrow this evil presence.

Part 5

And so it came to pass that Sauron was able to accomplish his plan with very little resistance. But he didn’t feel that his triumph was truly complete until he had crowned himself the supreme ruler of Middle-earth. So a grand ceremony was held which ended with him standing before the King’s throne in the crowded Tower Hall in Minas Tirith while holding the King’s crown in both hands above his head.

“Behold!” Sauron’s voice boomed out in a commanding tone silencing all that were before him. “A new era for Men in Middle-earth has begun!” Then he started to lower the crown.

Suddenly the Lothlórien bow that the Lady Galadriel had given to Legolas many years ago sang one final time amongst men when he sent an arrow through the heart of Sauron’s surrogate body killing it instantly while he quickly emerged from the hidden alcove directly in front of the throne.

Immediately Sauron let forth a long wailing “NOOOO!” of rage which echoed in the silent hall while he fled the dead body before it began to topple down the stairs along with the crown. Then he flew straight at Legolas and tried to attack him but his spirit hands passed harmlessly through the calm elf’s body. Now this made Sauron wail even louder but this time in despair before he quickly departed the Hall.

“Middle –earth is now yours to do with as you will!” Legolas then addressed the confused crowd who were only now slowly emerging from under Sauron’s spell of words.

Sauron’s Vow –  Part 6, Conclusion

Then Legolas turned and walked out the main door while the staring crowd quickly moved aside to allow him to pass for elves were now thought to be terrible beings of myth and legend that were best left alone. So no one stopped him as he left them behind and soon he reached The Hallows which he entered unchallenged for men no longer considered this decaying part of their past worthy of guarding any longer. Then when he reached King Elessar’s tomb he stopped and bowed with his hand over his heart to the spirit forms of Aragorn and Arwen who were waiting for him there amongst the crumbling ruins.

“I was successful in doing Lord Elrond’s bidding so Sauron is no longer a threat,” Legolas said softly with a smile for them both.

“That is good news to hear! I was concerned that if I went there to watch Sauron he would have felt my presence which could have tipped him off that something was about to happen,” Aragorn said while he looked closely at the elf for although his friend hadn’t aged physically since he last saw him there was a weariness of witnessing the passing of those many long years of waiting in his eyes. “I can see that you are tired of this existence so go now my friend and sail into the west,” Aragorn then urged softly while Arwen nodded and smile in agreement.

So Legolas sailed while not once looking back for Middle-earth now belong to the world of men.

- Dinledhwen
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Rats

Learn a lot from a rat you can.

Take that big black one over there. Been workin' his way through that door for a while now. He knows.

Gorbag knew too. “They can make mistakes. Even the Top Ones,” he said.

Shoulda listened. Weren’t much real chance of us slipping off on our own, not if He was watchin'. But it woulda been a sight better than windin' up like that maggot Ufthak.

Saving that pretty shirt shoulda earned me a choice assignment in the Tower, but no. What does I get for doin' my duty? Grrr, a knife in the gut would have been better than to be left hangin' on a hook in the Black Pits.

Ain’t even gonna have the rats to keep company with soon. See, they know. That’s why they’re leavin'.

Disaster’s got a stench to it. Rats can smell it. Old Gorbag could too.

Shoulda listened to him.

- Sevilodorf


The Drums

He only wanted to be safe, no one would understand why he'd done it. In fact now as the drums pounded nearer and nearer he didn't know why. It had seemed a reasonable thought at the time. After all it was black as pitch in this forsaken mine. The empty space he more felt than saw could have been only few feet deep or....

The latter turned out to be true. How could he have know that one small rock would cause such a clattering racket? And now it seemed that Gandalf was ready to toss him in a hole and cover it for good measure. "next time throw yourself in" the words cut like a knife. He'd endangered everyone he hung his head in shame, but glanced at Frodo as he did so, he'd ruined everything.

It was a dark place and a dark time for Peregrin Took. And the drums beat closer and louder the sound of them was deafening, the shrill crys of orcs echoed above all. It was a dark dark time for them all.

- Overlithe
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Oliphants and String

“Leave the frog alone, my precious, else you hurt it and it cannot return to its home.”

“I want it. I found it and it’s mine,” the sweet tone that had once been his now resonated with disdain. “ ‘Sides, it’s an oliphant and I’m tamin’ it.”

“Where is your cousin?” she changed the subject.

“ ‘Dunno,” he whined. “Can’t always watch ‘im.”

“You went to the river with him, didn’t you? Isn’t that where you found the frog?”

“ ‘Dunno. And it’s an oliphant. I tied it up tight with this here string and now it can’t get away. It’s mine, it is,” he whined even more miserably.

“Where is Deagle?” she asked, her tone now harsh.

He turned towards her, eyes flashing with hate. “I don’t know!” he screamed.

A moment later, they came into her smial and brought the body before her. She saw the handprints on the boy’s throat. Shivering, she called his name, but he had disappeared. She wondered where he had gone to, but grief swept all other thought from her.

For weeks after that, unease swept through her village. She was its head, its guardian, and she knew the cause. At last, she confronted him.

He denied the murder, the thefts, the eavesdropping, the tortures… everything and so she ordered him banished.

Watching as he bundled a few rocks, shells from the river, string and various dead bugs into his bedroll, she held back her tears. Once she had such dreams for him. The frog had long since died else she knew he would have taken that too. She offered food – he spat at her. She closed her eyes. She would not watch him walk away. But others did and shouted obscenities at him.

Forgotten forever was the sound of his sweet voice.
- Agape4Rivendell
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"Of Boromir and Linaewen"
by Onomir

It was the small things that bore into him.
The war, the short rations, his father’s ill temper, all was tolerable, but this caused an itch he could not scratch.
She was missing.
He knew she was somewhere in Minas Tirith, but she had not come to look in on him as usual, and he realized just how much he missed her daily routine of bringing him news and cheese and bread. He missed her looking at him under watchful and adoring eyes.
The small things it was, that bit into his mind. Had he ignored her and so thus she choose not to attend him? Was it that he had not commented on her new hairstyle and the colorful ribbons? Had he offended in some way, without meaning too?
"Foolish thoughts!" He tried to brush it all way from his mind but the distant itch was unrequited and wore him down.
"Enough!" Boromir bellowed and sent the doves on the windowsill to flight.
He called his servants. He mustered his personal guard. Boromir commanded the Gondorians Chosen Company to search the seven levels until she was found.
He would have her back in his life and show her more appreciation for her time and tasks in his service. Not to take for granted that she was always nigh.

Linaewen had risen early and found the morning fair. Mounting her small mare she rode out from the White City riding northwest into the glades and Alps at the mountains feet. She decided to forego this day’s usual tasks and chores and holidayed in the quite solitude of the woodland steppes before the range of mountains.
Upon a rise she halted, and turning in her saddle, she beheld her beloved city.
She whispered to herself, "I wonder if he’ll miss me."


This Drabble is written with you all in mind and the moral of the story is that Everyone is important. Said or no. It is NO small thing. You're Loved.
Remember that.



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