Tag Archives: pl:Gondor

The good will of all good men – summary

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the story The good will of all good men

Faramir’s thoughts in the time between letting Frodo and Sam go in Ithilien and riding out from Minas Tirith to defend Osgiliath against the Enemy’s onslaught.

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Recall – summary

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the story Recall

Thengel, captain of Gondor, deals with a small family crisis, considers the past and receives some news.

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Flux – summary

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the story Flux

Vignette. Three rivers that play a role in Eldacar’s life. Some violence. Originally written for the November 2012 LotR-gfic Challenge.

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Council

This entry is part 19 of 51 in the story Drabbles

(Minas Tirith, 2076) “It matters not. Whether he calls himself Prince of Dol Amroth or Lord of Belfalas, Galador is still a loyal liegeman of Gondor.” “Are you certain, Lord Steward? He would not be the first to use the … Continue reading

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Lessons

This entry is part 17 of 51 in the story Drabbles

“What is this I hear about not turning up for your Quenya lessons?” Boromir squirmed under Denethor’s gaze, then mumbled something he could not quite make out. “Boromir, answer me.” “But Quenya is boring! And nobody speaks it anymore. Why … Continue reading

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Archer

This entry is part 15 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Faramir winced as Éowyn’s arrow glanced off the edge of the target. She was not normally a bad archer, but with that miss tallied against her, it was impossible for him to not win their match. Warrior-bred, she would certainly … Continue reading

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Fly on the wall

This entry is part 11 of 51 in the story Drabbles

“Is there food spoiling in here?” Aragorn asked. Arwen sniffed the air carefully before she answered. “No, I do not think so. Why?” “All these flies.” Aragorn indicated the walls of the room, which were indeed playing host to several … Continue reading

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Peace

This entry is part 8 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Who of his old comrades would have believed it? Him, a farmer? He himself certainly wouldn’t have. Though he had taken to a Ranger’s life like a duck to water, he was Minas Tirith born and bred, and had grown … Continue reading

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Forty

This entry is part 6 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Shivering in his wet cloak, Thorongil waited for the end of his watch. Standing guard in the misery of this drizzly Ithilien morning was not how he had envisioned spending his fortieth birthday. He doubted any of the men even … Continue reading

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Standard-bearer

This entry is part 5 of 51 in the story Drabbles

Glorious their charge across these northern fields. Glorious too the moment they drew their scimitars. The day was theirs. Who could stand against the Great Lord’s might or the strength of those who served Him? He glanced quickly, proudly, at … Continue reading

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