Petrology Challenge; Marble. The Song.
Title: The Song
Challenge; Marble
Author: Curiouswombat
Characters: Fellowship.
Rating: G
Source: LotR
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
The Song
Near their accommodation in Lothlorien stood two marble figures.
Perhaps they inspired Boromir’s song, “I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls…”
Aragorn remembered Gondor’s marble halls. Cold. Warmed only by Ecthelion’s personality. Although Boromir was, doubless, now ‘the hope and the pride’…
Somehow the marble in Imladris had felt warmer.
Boromir’s song brought thoughts of his father’s stone halls to Legolas. He, too, bore a high ancestral name; he hoped he could live up to it.
Gimli considered only the marble. Until he realised what the statue portrayed. Then he worried about keeping young hobbits’ eyes from noticing such… lasciviousness.
…………………..
Boromir’s song -
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count
And a high ancestral name.
From The Bohemian Girl, by Michael William Balfe.
Challenge; Marble
Author: Curiouswombat
Characters: Fellowship.
Rating: G
Source: LotR
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
The Song
Near their accommodation in Lothlorien stood two marble figures.
Perhaps they inspired Boromir’s song, “I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls…”
Aragorn remembered Gondor’s marble halls. Cold. Warmed only by Ecthelion’s personality. Although Boromir was, doubless, now ‘the hope and the pride’…
Somehow the marble in Imladris had felt warmer.
Boromir’s song brought thoughts of his father’s stone halls to Legolas. He, too, bore a high ancestral name; he hoped he could live up to it.
Gimli considered only the marble. Until he realised what the statue portrayed. Then he worried about keeping young hobbits’ eyes from noticing such… lasciviousness.
…………………..
Boromir’s song -
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count
And a high ancestral name.
From The Bohemian Girl, by Michael William Balfe.