Advent Calendar 2009 Drabbles 1 & 2
Dec. 2nd, 2009 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwen2I've decided to participate in this year's Advent Calendar 2009 Challenge, in which the cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot are used as prompts, evoking archetypes. Today's posting is me playing "catch-up", as my Muse really liked this idea that she discovered just today.
He walked.
He walked because he had left his horse behind in Imladris, along with his hopes and dreams.
Where he was headed, he was neither certain nor really cared. "King of both Gondor and Arnor", was it? When all he owned was shoved into a small pack that barely weighed him down, or hung at his waist in case of danger? When his "heritage" were metal scraps and a ring?
Once he had thought to be Imladhrim. Then he had thought to be Dúnedain. Eventually he'd hoped to be husband.
And now, nothing.
This direction seemed a good one…
"You need this more than I do."
Olórin stared, flabbergasted, as the Shipwright slipped the ring onto his finger.
"What will I do with this?" he asked, unnerved to feel the pulse of power surge up his arm. "What is this thing?"
"I fear for Ennor," Círdan replied softly. "Narya holds within it the power of Fire. I would that you have all the tools at your command as might win the battle against the Enemy."
Armed with that, a deceptively crooked staff, and a ridiculously large blue hat, the wizard took his first steps in Middle-earth toward his destiny.
He walked.
He walked because he had left his horse behind in Imladris, along with his hopes and dreams.
Where he was headed, he was neither certain nor really cared. "King of both Gondor and Arnor", was it? When all he owned was shoved into a small pack that barely weighed him down, or hung at his waist in case of danger? When his "heritage" were metal scraps and a ring?
Once he had thought to be Imladhrim. Then he had thought to be Dúnedain. Eventually he'd hoped to be husband.
And now, nothing.
This direction seemed a good one…
"You need this more than I do."
Olórin stared, flabbergasted, as the Shipwright slipped the ring onto his finger.
"What will I do with this?" he asked, unnerved to feel the pulse of power surge up his arm. "What is this thing?"
"I fear for Ennor," Círdan replied softly. "Narya holds within it the power of Fire. I would that you have all the tools at your command as might win the battle against the Enemy."
Armed with that, a deceptively crooked staff, and a ridiculously large blue hat, the wizard took his first steps in Middle-earth toward his destiny.
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