Story Recommendation.

I don't usually post anything while I've got a ficlet simmering, because I've learned that folks don't tend to post to older entries, but today I just can't resist it. frayach has posted an amazing story called "Endurance Beyond Hope" on her LJ (which some of you lucky people may have already seen in a print zine.)

It's Merry dealing with really seeing Sam for the first time in fourteen years after Frodo has crossed the sea, when the whole family is visiting Brandy Hall. Pippin's visiting too, and ... well, just read it. I had no idea what I was getting into, because I missed the introductory lj entry the first time, and it pulled me straight through. But you may want to keep the kleenex handy...

Author's introduction

Part one

Part two

Part three

Story Recommendation.

I don't usually post anything while I've got a ficlet simmering, because I've learned that folks don't tend to post to older entries, but today I just can't resist it. frayach has posted an amazing story called "Endurance Beyond Hope" on her LJ (which some of you lucky people may have already seen in a print zine.)

It's Merry dealing with really seeing Sam for the first time in fourteen years after Frodo has crossed the sea, when the whole family is visiting Brandy Hall. Pippin's visiting too, and ... well, just read it. I had no idea what I was getting into, because I missed the introductory lj entry the first time, and it pulled me straight through. But you may want to keep the kleenex handy...

Author's introduction

Part one

Part two

Part three

Drabble and a half.

Towers of Men

They’d left the boats in Osgiliath and set up camp for one more night so as to reach the Gates in the morning. Pippin, sent to fetch the Walkers for supper with the soon-to-be-king, found Sam scowling across the Pelennor fields at the distant spires.

“Is that it then?” the gardener asked sourly, nodding toward the city, which was stained pink by the fading light.

“Yes,” Pippin said proudly. “Minas Tirith. Minas Anor now.”

“And I suppose they’ll be having us sleep near Strider?”

“I expect so. In the palace, if not nearby.”

“And that would be near the Gate?”

“No, of course not. It’s all the way up at the top.” Pippin pointed to the high banners, scraps flickering like distant flames in the glow of sunset. “It’s a great honor, Sam.”

“To you it is, perhaps,” Sam grumbled, “But to me it’s just more blessed stairs to climb.”

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Drabble and a half.

Towers of Men

They’d left the boats in Osgiliath and set up camp for one more night so as to reach the Gates in the morning. Pippin, sent to fetch the Walkers for supper with the soon-to-be-king, found Sam scowling across the Pelennor fields at the distant spires.

“Is that it then?” the gardener asked sourly, nodding toward the city, which was stained pink by the fading light.

“Yes,” Pippin said proudly. “Minas Tirith. Minas Anor now.”

“And I suppose they’ll be having us sleep near Strider?”

“I expect so. In the palace, if not nearby.”

“And that would be near the Gate?”

“No, of course not. It’s all the way up at the top.” Pippin pointed to the high banners, scraps flickering like distant flames in the glow of sunset. “It’s a great honor, Sam.”

“To you it is, perhaps,” Sam grumbled, “But to me it’s just more blessed stairs to climb.”

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