Yule Mathoms 2005 Collected
December 16 - 9 nervous Nazgûl: 4. Untitled - by Wolfwind
This one might need a bit of introduction. It's a piece of my never-written, probably AU story explaining what Radagast did during the Ring War. I call it AU because Gandalf makes Radagast sound like, "Oh, no! Nazgul! I have to go hide under a rock!" and my Radagast doesn't, but I think it basically fits with canon.
This piece relies on the not-uncanonical (to my knowledge) idea that birds and beasts fought in the wars between the Valar and Morgoth, and that good creatures worship Yavanna. It takes place after the Nine are unhorsed in the river and are making their way back to Mordor. I think it should make sense knowing that much.
They enter the clearing. I chirp softly, alerting my followers.
They pause, shadows slinking toward areas of darkness, avoiding the starlight. They have learned to be nervous when day-birds call at night. Good.
We are birds of the light, as the Brown One reminded us. Our people fought with the Powers in the Great Wars of the past. Today the Brown One filled us with the light of the Bird-mother, our patron, and gave us this chance to reconfirm our allegiance.
I sound the attack. Our cries echo off the trees as the host of sparrows shoots toward the shadows.
This piece relies on the not-uncanonical (to my knowledge) idea that birds and beasts fought in the wars between the Valar and Morgoth, and that good creatures worship Yavanna. It takes place after the Nine are unhorsed in the river and are making their way back to Mordor. I think it should make sense knowing that much.
They enter the clearing. I chirp softly, alerting my followers.
They pause, shadows slinking toward areas of darkness, avoiding the starlight. They have learned to be nervous when day-birds call at night. Good.
We are birds of the light, as the Brown One reminded us. Our people fought with the Powers in the Great Wars of the past. Today the Brown One filled us with the light of the Bird-mother, our patron, and gave us this chance to reconfirm our allegiance.
I sound the attack. Our cries echo off the trees as the host of sparrows shoots toward the shadows.
