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The Mother of Day [Bilbo, Estel] G
Title: The Mother of Day
By: HF
Work: Lord of the Rings, references to Silmarillion
Rating/Warnings: This may be the most gen. thing I've ever written.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: The genius is Tolkien's.
Notes: While doing research for a presentation on Latin enigmas, I came across an absolutely fascinating 19th-century verse riddle, The Tree Riddle, which requires the guesser to know 65 different types of trees to solve the poem in its entirety. I usually don't need much encouragement to write more riddle-type things, so this came on pretty quickly.
(NB: according to the dates given in The Tale of Years and The Hobbit, Aragorn was around ten or so when Bilbo first came to Rivendell.)
THE MOTHER OF DAY
“What are you doing, Master Baggins?”
“Composing, Master Estel.”
“What?” The boy looked around for evidence of work, but saw nothing. “How?”
Bilbo smiled and swung his legs back and forth.
“A riddle.” He tapped his forehead. “And with my own thought, you know.”
“Let’s hear it,” the boy said, impatient.
What’s the gold-crownéd tree, and the door-keeping tree,
And the tree ‘round which revelers sway;
The shepherding tree and the Seafarers’ tree;
And the tree that’s the mother of day?
Estel stared at him. “I’ll never guess the answer to that!”
“You will some day,” said the hobbit.
END
There are answers to these :)
By: HF
Work: Lord of the Rings, references to Silmarillion
Rating/Warnings: This may be the most gen. thing I've ever written.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: The genius is Tolkien's.
Notes: While doing research for a presentation on Latin enigmas, I came across an absolutely fascinating 19th-century verse riddle, The Tree Riddle, which requires the guesser to know 65 different types of trees to solve the poem in its entirety. I usually don't need much encouragement to write more riddle-type things, so this came on pretty quickly.
(NB: according to the dates given in The Tale of Years and The Hobbit, Aragorn was around ten or so when Bilbo first came to Rivendell.)
THE MOTHER OF DAY
“What are you doing, Master Baggins?”
“Composing, Master Estel.”
“What?” The boy looked around for evidence of work, but saw nothing. “How?”
Bilbo smiled and swung his legs back and forth.
“A riddle.” He tapped his forehead. “And with my own thought, you know.”
“Let’s hear it,” the boy said, impatient.
What’s the gold-crownéd tree, and the door-keeping tree,
And the tree ‘round which revelers sway;
The shepherding tree and the Seafarers’ tree;
And the tree that’s the mother of day?
Estel stared at him. “I’ll never guess the answer to that!”
“You will some day,” said the hobbit.
END
There are answers to these :)