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April 2006 Birthdays

Welcome to all. May April shower you with inspiration.

If you have an April birthday, please post your request.

Birthday folk, please visit the workshop, put your story in it, and enter the April challenge.

If you have questions, please ask.

RiverOtter
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10th, Heartofoshun:All I want for my birthday (April 10) is anything about Elves and Men based on a line from any of Tolkien's songs or poems.

 

 

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All I want for my birthday (April 10) is anything about Elves and Men based on a line from any of Tolkien's songs or poems.

Thank you--  Oshun

 

 

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Hi Oshun,

I am working on an idea but it isn't working out very neatly yet. I will ponder it some more, to see.

In the meantime, your request did remind me of an old drabble I wrote last year, that I hope you will enjoy as well. It's based on the song sung after Frodo and Sam awake at Cormallen.

Praise Them!
Denethor was a good master. My leg, twisted from birth, kept me from riding a horse or stepping aside to escape a sword's blow, but he accepted me as herald. Yet the king is a better lord still. I can see it in the sheen in his eye. I shall be proud to serve him all of my days.

What of those halflings before him? We owe them all our lives, but they would not accept such a tribute. So I shall weave them into legend. My sons' sons will learn their names.

"Praise them," I cry, "with great praise!"

 

 

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Dear Marta:

Thank you so much. I love the drabble.

So I shall weave them into legend. My sons' sons will learn their names.
"Praise them," I cry, "with great praise!"

I doubt you had any idea how appropriate this is for my birthday this year. I just spent the last month or more writing three chapters on my current story centered in Cormallen and quoted those very lines from the song of praise to the ringbearers. I loved reading your version of the herald's motivation for the composition of that song.

I am working on an idea but it isn't working out very neatly yet. I will ponder it some more, to see.

I am greedy! So I will be very happy if you do work it out!

Thanks again.

Oshun

 

 

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Happy birthday, oshun! (a little late). As an extra, it occurred to me that two others of my stories also fit your request: "The Summons" ("Seek for the Sword that was broken...") and "The Hobbit and the Man" ("All that is gold does not glitter...).

Gandalfs apprentice

King's Man

Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness.
The Tower trembles; to the tombs of kings
doom approaches. The Dead awaken;
for the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
at the Stone of Erech they shall stand again
and hear there a horn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them
from the grey twilight, the forgotten people?
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him:
he shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.

 

"Dúnedain of the North!"

As if to summon the very mountains. Aragorn, mounted on his great horse, swept his bright sword into the air, calling the thirty horsemen to attention. Weary as he was, he looked like the king he was soon to be. Proud and sure, Halbarad reined his horse beside his captain, holding the standard of Elendil yet furled. 

"Here at the Hornburg of Rohan we few are gathered," Aragorn's voice rang out, "when once the knights of Arnor riding with Elendil and Gil-galad numbered in the thousands. Yet we have the hope of a victory far greater than that won by the Last Alliance. I speak of the hope that Elrond revealed to you before you rode South.

"My comrades, know this: a force of corsairs threatens Gondor. Minas Tirith will fall before ten days are gone. We alone can save the White City, but only by passing through great peril. I go now on a path appointed, the Paths of the Dead, to summon the oathbreakers, who must fight against Sauron at the bidding of the Heir of Isildur to win the peace of the grave.  

"No dishonor will fall on you if you go with the forces of the Rohirrim. For I have revealed myself to Sauron as Elessar, Elendil's Heir, and shown him the sword reforged, Andúril, the Flame of the West. My purpose is to draw his Eye away from the peril that will destroy him. At the fields of the Pelennor I will raise the banner of Elendil before the gates of the White City. And if the West fails, the wrath of Sauron will fall hardest on me and on all who are with me. Therefore I command no man to follow me. Will you come, men of the North?"

Halbarad drew his sword and saluted his captain. "Aragorn!" he shouted, and around him the Grey Company raised the call, their spears glinting in the bright noon. 

Aragorn bowed his head, acknowledging their allegiance, and raised yet again his sword that seemed alight with the very fires of heaven. The green stone shone out on his breast, and despite his pallor men could see his grim resolve. Halbarad raised a great horn, and its blast echoed against the rocky walls. Aragorn turned his proud bay stallion, Roheryn, and with a cry led the force out of the valley of Helm's Deep.

They rode hard that day, stopping only to water and rest their mounts. The night was old before at last they halted for a hot meal and a few hours' sleep. 

After seeing to the men and the horses, Halbarad sought out his captain. Aragorn was alone for the moment, sitting at a smaller fire away from the cook pots. Silent, he stared into the blaze. Andúril in its jeweled sheath lay across his knees, his hands resting upon it.

Halbarad knelt at his side. "All are well, men and horses," he said. 

Aragorn nodded. "I will speak to the men when I have eaten."

He searched Aragorn's face with a critical eye. "You look a little better." 

The chieftain's brief smile did not reach his eyes. "The weariness is slow to pass."

Halbarad nodded. He knew what Aragorn did not say: The dread of his contact with the Dark Lord through the palantír yet haunted him. He would never forget it. 

The lieutenant sat down beside his chieftain, leaning his arms and chin on one raised knee. "So here we are at last, in the war we always knew was coming. It's a long time since that young man who had just learned his name wandered into the Angle, isn't it, my friend?"

He was rewarded with a genuine smile. "Indeed," Aragorn said. "And where would that Elven princeling have been without you?" 

They both chuckled, remembering the Dúnedain's harsh judgment of the young Estel as their chieftain.

"Well," Halbarad said. There was so much to say, but so little need to say it—all the years of fighting and friendship hovered between them. "Soon you will have all your hope." 

"Or all hope's end," Aragorn murmured. "As Arwen put it. And if we succeed—why then, Halbarad, I'll need you all the more at my side—you, who I trust most to tell me when I'm wrong."

"Yes, I've always been good at that. The first of the duties of the king's man." 

They fell then into the easy silence of intimacy, remembering the cold, rainy nights as Rangers in the wild; quarrels both personal and political; laughter; too few nights of too much ale and pipeweed at the inn in Bree; the many times one had saved the life of the other.

Above, the stars blazed bright and cold in a clear sky, and the glow of the fire lit their warrior's faces. 

After, Aragorn thought of that night as his farewell to his best friend and chief lieutenant. When Halbarad died at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, the life was gone from his eyes before any man could say goodbye, even his own sons. Only then did the king's man lose hold of the banner of Elendil.

 

 

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Thank you so much for the beautiful birthday present! It is exactly what I wanted! (Although I am amazed at the quality!).

Favorite parts:

"Soon you will have all your hope."

"Or all hope's end," Aragorn murmured.

Also really loved the following (and those Rangers of Arnor):

"At the fields of the Pelennor I will raise the banner of Elendil before the gates of the White City. And if the West fails, the wrath of Sauron will fall hardest on me and on all who are with me. Therefore I command no man to follow me. Will you come, men of the North?"

A beautiful concept that this was his "last goodbye" to Halbarad. Really makes sense. You know what a pushover I am for Halbarad the "king's man."

After, Aragorn always thought of that night as his farewell to his best friend and chief lieutenant. When Halbarad died at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, the life was gone from his eyes before any man could say goodbye, even his own sons. Only then did the king's man lose hold of the banner of Elendil.

Thank you again--it's beautiful. Thanks also for putting up with all my goofy story ideas, my constant complaining about my writer's block, and for enduring my bad grammar and stylist excesses so graciously--but most of all for sharing your very real, human Aragorn with me--

Oshun

 

 

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You're very welcome, oshun!

Hey, you other April babies--where are you??

Gandalfs apprentice 

 

 

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