Well, it's the last day of Back to Middle-earth month, and here are my last two entries for the prompts by
there_n_back. I am afraid I am not going to attempt the special characters. It was all I could do to get these two finished:
Rating: G
Summary: …Yavanna takes up a new duty...(a drabble)
Y: LIKE A YAWNING YAVANNA
She studied them: they had not the grace of Elves, nor the fierceness of Men, nor the grim dignity of Aulë‘s Dwarves. Clearly they were of the Secondborn, their fëar destined to fly beyond the kenning of the Valar, to a fate unknown. Yet they had something Elvish about them, in the shape of their ears, the way they seemed attuned to the earth and to growing things. Why had He placed them under *her* protection?
One of them yawned, placing a small brown hand over his mouth, and she yawned in response. She smiled. Ah, but they *were* charming.
Rating: G
Summary: A climactic battle…(a dribble)
Z: LIKE ZOOMING AROUND ZIRAKZIGIL
Up the endless stair, out of the gloom of darkness
Two warriors battled their way into the blinding light
Of day. One dark as death, flaming red;
The other with the light of Anor.
Storm raged, thunder clashed, lightning fell.
The Darkness was cast down,
And the Light prevailed.
All was calm,
Silence reigned:
Silvertine.
Rating: G
Summary: …Yavanna takes up a new duty...(a drabble)
Y: LIKE A YAWNING YAVANNA
She studied them: they had not the grace of Elves, nor the fierceness of Men, nor the grim dignity of Aulë‘s Dwarves. Clearly they were of the Secondborn, their fëar destined to fly beyond the kenning of the Valar, to a fate unknown. Yet they had something Elvish about them, in the shape of their ears, the way they seemed attuned to the earth and to growing things. Why had He placed them under *her* protection?
One of them yawned, placing a small brown hand over his mouth, and she yawned in response. She smiled. Ah, but they *were* charming.
Rating: G
Summary: A climactic battle…(a dribble)
Z: LIKE ZOOMING AROUND ZIRAKZIGIL
Up the endless stair, out of the gloom of darkness
Two warriors battled their way into the blinding light
Of day. One dark as death, flaming red;
The other with the light of Anor.
Storm raged, thunder clashed, lightning fell.
The Darkness was cast down,
And the Light prevailed.
All was calm,
Silence reigned:
Silvertine.