Long ago and far away

[thrihyrne]

Edited 9 o'clock a.m. Tuesday morning; I meant "Estel." NOT Elessar. *facepalm*



I've only been asked once to write a fanfiction story for someone else in fandom. That person is edeainfj, who requested a story about Aragorn and Eowyn as JRRT had originally envisoned the story, when there was no Arwen and no Faramir. I've been very negligent in this pursuit, for which I apologize. I've just had the sense that my muse has gone on a well-deserved holiday.

That being said, I rediscovered a celtic fiddle CD which made me think of Rohan and off I went to dash down a bit 'o wordage. So here is, with a very obvious influence under At Swim, Two Boys (which I will finish tonight), the beginnings of said vignette/story. Sorry llembas, there's almost no dialogue. It's all ambiance. Argh. I've never used so many adjectives in all me life. It's all Jamie O'Neill's fault. You can tell me it sucks.





He was bone tired. Striding onward in earth-mauled boots as though orc, ghost and death were not pounding into the shadows of Elf, Dwarf and Man. Yet there they were, a trigraph of tidings. They basked in ancestral hospitality, stout horse-lord wine traipsing their throats, unexpected even in this King’s sanctuary of irrevocable rock.

Aragorn looked around, his gaze absorbing the weight of detail, the pelts and whorled stone. Gold, everywhere, gold. Hay-hair on all in assembly; rills of unthreshed manhood.

He mulled over his fingers, where one of Théoden’s daughters had touched him. He held out the chalice, apprizing the metalwork, the horsetail stem merging into sturdy copper embrace of spirits. A shaggy dog ran under his other hand, and he pet it idly.

Gimli and Legolas argued; attendants to Théoden conspired in equine rumblings; coals smouldered on the cusp of flame. He could not linger as the enemy was ever near.

And yet, to sear the memory of unexpectedly toughened fingerpads on his hand, Aragorn caressed his cheek, vowing to return from the Hornburg to challenge the keening gaze of granite under arching brow.

“You will return?”

Steel eyes blazed.

“I must.”

Clouds scuttled across the mountains as the men of Rohan sharpened their swords. Hooves thundered, and daffodil lives of Eorl’s great-great-great-grandsires shook the earth, helm and spear ringing against the black smear of Saruman. For a quicksilver moment, Aragorn turned back. He saw white, and leather, an answered call to duty which held her tethered to Meduseld.

Yet her blade caught the light.

Estel groped for the green hope in his naming.

Comments

[edeainfj.livejournal.com]

GAH!!! I love you. I am your fangirl.

HUGGLEZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!111

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

DeeDee!!! :D

There will be more to come, though I may have to switch POVs. ;)

Glad that you like. I'm beginning to think I may be able to write more after all. *grins*

[helveticat.livejournal.com]

Yep. What DeeDee said.

I mean... I could lie and tell you it sucks, since you gave us permission and all, but really, what would be the point? I am speechless and swimming because you're fucking incredible.

Oops, did I just type that?

Elessar groped for the green hope in his naming.

^ That's like candy. And I'm talking real, pure candy. The stuff that makes your cheeks tingle and tongue shiver--not quite heroin, but dangerous in fistfuls.

*bows to thee*

:-)

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Oops, did I just type that?

You did, and I adore you for it. It's only 9:04 a.m. and already my day is fabulous. Thank you.

The stuff that makes your cheeks tingle and tongue shiver--not quite heroin, but dangerous in fistfuls.

*ponders*

You mean, like your writing?? I'm treating myself to your screenplay later on today. And I can't begin to tell you how thrilling it was to see that you're on chapter 68 of "Seabird" when I've only read through chapter 30 or so. Talk about swimming in blissful prose...

[qowf.livejournal.com]

Well, you know I like this concept. :)

Let me know if you want any beta. God knows, I know this particular "what if" scenario.