Haldir heard, long before seeing, when the dwarf arrived, out of breath, having raced to catch Aragorn’s long steps.

Gimli’s face registered a moment of pleased surprise at the presence of the elven army, quickly replaced by his stout expression before anyone could notice it.
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For a moment as he woke up, Gimli believed that he was back home. That particular smell that he could only find in deepest of caves was all around him, a mix of earth and fresh water that never failed to ease his spirit and make him feel safe.

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It wasn’t hard for Gimli to find Legolas. He needed but to follow the sound of his song. Although the words were a mystery to him, the sadness that poured from the beautiful melody was familiar. He had heard it before, in the woods of Lorien. A lament, for Aragorn this time.

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The road to Helm’s Deep was a long and arduous one, especially for those ill or travelling on foot. Mothers tried to keep track of their children, for whom a trip like this had the flavour of adventure and, that being, behaved adventurously. They were knights and riders, they were wizards and elves, and they fought amongst each other, defending the ( Read more... )

Seeing to Théodred’s last resting place had played its toll on everyone’s hearts. The King’s only heir was now dead and the kingdom had never face darkest times. The threat of Mordor and Isengard hung heavily over their heads, and Gandalf’s warning words about an eminent attack on Edoras, did not bode well.

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When they reached the edge of Fangorn forest, Gandalf released from his mouth a sound stranger than anything they had ever heard. It somehow resembled a whistle, but one so out worldly that one could hardly call it that.

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Aragorn was pacing the length of their camp for the nth time and still no alternatives presented themselves to him. He had heard Legolas’ tale of what had transpired while man and dwarf slept, and Saruman’s actions had him baffled. Why? With what purpose? To blind an elf?! Why not him or Gimli?

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The cold woke Gimli from his slumber. A distant, not quite yet working part of his brain registered the fact that dawn was nearing and the nagging feeling that he had fallen asleep during his watch spurred him back in to full consciousness. Looking around, he saw his companions still asleep, which only added to his confusion. He didn’t remember it ( Read more... )

In the beginning, white was the most pure of colours.

Until it was corrupted.

Saruman covered the shiny palantir stone with a black cloth. He had seen enough.

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There's a couple of Lord of the Rings stories, written some 4 to 5 years ago, that I figured deserved to be posted here as well. Keep all my eggs together and that sort of thing. Keep in mind that these are older stories, dust has settled in. Beta-ed by Marilyn, Heike and Naq, to whom I deeply thank. Enjoy!

LET YOUR SOUL BE YOUR GUIDE

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