9. Fourth Age - Good
Title: Cause for Celebration Age: Fourth Age PoV: Third Person - Faramir Other Characters: Legolas, Éowyn “Come, Faramir, let us celebrate!” Faramir’s reverie was broken by the Elf who suddenly appeared beside him. He looked once more at the forest, so transformed from merely a year ago. “Yes, Legolas, for we have much reason to. A year’s hard work and the Garden of Gondor nearly restored to its former glory.” The Elf’s eyes twinkled and he smiled secretively as Éowyn approached. “Faramir! There is something I must tell you.” Faramir did not notice the Elf’s departure, concerned as he was over Éowyn’s anxious manner. Her news quickly dispelled his worry. He would soon be a father!
Title: A Welcome Visitor Age: Fourth Age PoV: Third Person Omniscient Other Characters: Arwen, Elladan InstaDrabble Words: clothing, exotic, mysterious, shipwreck The tall stranger approached the innermost circle of the city. His clothing was exotic and not recognizable to the people of Minas Tirith. He wore a cloak about his shoulders, its hood pulled up over his head, increasing the mysterious aura surrounding him. Unexpected to those that watched, the Queen ran towards him and embraced him. “I wondered when you would come.” She said as he released her. “I heard of the shipwreck and feared the worst.” The man threw down his hood exposing raven hair and bright gray eyes, intense as the night’s first star. “Worry not, muinthel nín.”
Title: Untitled Age: Fourth Age PoV: First Person - Éowyn Other Characters: Faramir When I look at him, I see a shadow in his eyes, but it lifts as soon as he sees me. So much has he lost; so much have we both lost. I always imagined myself having to be strong in order to endure a life as someone’s wife, and it turns out to be true, but not in the way I had thought. We must be strong for each other, and fill the void left in both of our hearts by this war. He says he finds his strength in me. I know I now find mine in him.
Title: Gone Age: Fourth Age PoV: First Person - Legolas Other Characters: Aragorn, Gimli He is gone. The pain stings my heart much like the cries of the gulls pierce my soul. A hand grasps my arm in an attempt at comfort and an expression of shared grief. I turn and look at my friend with new eyes. My last mortal friend. How long until he is taken from me as well? Why must my friends go where I may not follow? Alas for the curse of my people that I must watch while all I hold dear fades away. He is gone, and with him a part of me is lost as well.
Title: Of Dwarves and Men Age: Fourth Age PoV: Aragorn Other Characters: Arwen, Gimli “You did what?” Aragorn chuckled at Arwen’s startled outburst. “I tossed him. He asked me to and I did.” He shook his head, thinking back to the moment in question, glad that he could now laugh about it despite the circumstances surrounding it. “He would not have made it otherwise.” Arwen face remained neutral, but Aragorn could see her eyes dancing. “I’m sure his pride was injured, nonetheless.” “It was. In fact, do you know what he said as I reached for him?” Aragorn’s eyes twinkled as Arwen shook her head. “‘Don’t tell the elf.’” Arwen’s only response was laughter.
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