Voil - My Very First Othiriel Fic, Which Has Been Inspired By Many, Many Authors And Fics Over The Years!

Voilà - my very first Éothiriel fic, which has been inspired by many, many authors and fics over the years! Find the rest of this first chapter of A Starling in Rohan on AO3 (where my username is niamh_cinnoir) or Wattpad (where my username is yavanna_kementari)!

Éomer listened - yes, the distant thunder of hooves against a dry forest path was all too recognisable. He gestured for Aldred and Théoling behind him, to be quiet and be ready, just in case anything happened. Their party slowed as the rider neared the bend up ahead, and Éomer's hand drifted towards his sword-hilt...

The rider came into view, an a sigh of relief rippled unseeingly through them. It was only a young lady, galloping on a huge chestnut gelding so violently that her long dark hair was flung out to the wind and the horse's hooves sent clods of hard-packed earth flying in every direction. Éomer saw the instant the horse noticed them, from years of experience with the animals - before even his rider did. A surprised whinny, a jerk of the head, and a sudden bolt of speed brought on by the unexpectedness of their appearance.

"Whoa!" The young woman fumbled with the reins, but Éomer knew there was nothing she could do, nothing anyone could do in the split second it took for her horse to lose control.

They looked on in horror as the lady tried valiantly to hang on, gripping the horse's mane, but even Éomer or one of his éored would have been hard-pressed to keep their seat as the gelding bucked wildly into the forest. The lady, caught by the momentum, was flung wildly off to the side, striking a young oak with force that rivalled the throwing arm of a mountain-troll. She landed limply in a bed of bluebells. Éowyn let out a low cry of horror, and dismounted, rushing to help; meanwhile Éomer and his men followed the horse into the forest of Emyn Arnen.

tolkien writing elves: this is Fëafineärenfindelwë he ruled as a king for 12,069 years and he slew seven balrogs and he created three conlangs and he invented light

tolkien writing men: this is Berengorn he's a nobleman with a fancy sword and he looks just like an elf and he was raised by elves and he marries an elf

tolkien writing dwarves: this is Durin XVI Ironking he forged a billion legendary swords

tolkien writing hobbits: this is Berry Bingo Bongfeet he writes songs about trees and he owns a weed farm

Happy New Year! Chapter 2 of A Starling in Rohan has been published!

"Look at how happy they are," Lothíriel sighed happily, leaning her head on the arms she'd folded on the windowsill. So it was - as Aragorn sang, Arwen leaned her head on his shoulder. He put his other hand in hers and looked down at her, and he had no need of smiles or laughter; even from the distance, and past the crowd of people, his level of devotion was obvious. "You and Faramir are very lucky, to share a love as strong as our King and Queen."

"Someday you will have it also," Éowyn hastened to assure her. "I do not even need to hope it for you, because it is a sure certainty."

Lothíriel allowed herself for a brief moment to dream, then reminded herself of her principles by which she seriously doubted such a thing. She knew exactly what Éowyn was feeling - such an unrelenting joy that she felt the need to share it with everyone in her path, that it overflowed from her in a river of need to give it back to the world. Her sister-in-law Meluieth had spoken similar words of assurance the night of her wedding to Elphir, Lothíriel's eldest brother, some five years ago, and though Lothíriel had seen only sixteen summers that time, no suitors had followed that had held her fancy for more than a few days.

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Holy. God.

Pending permission this might just make it into my fic

Éomer is a gifted singer and he can even compose poetry on the go, as long as he is passionately inspired about the subject.

Prime example is his singing during the Battle of Pelennor Fields.

A more private example is when he is in bed with his beloved Lothíriel, and he whisper-sings his poetic praises of her as they make love.

(Lothíriel does her best to remember the short stanza's of his compositions so that she can write them down afterwards, but she never does get them right. Whenever she asks Éomer to repeat the lines after they have completed their lovemaking, he stares at her, confused. He claims he does not know what she is talking about, but part of her just thinks he is too shy to share it outside the heat of the moment.)

may the horse be with you

Hobbit music genres:

Cautionary Tale About How Listening to Wizards Will Get You Eaten by A Dragon (But With a Happy Ending Because We Aren't Barbarians)

That Time the Major Ended Up Looking Ridiculous

My Uncle Grew The Biggest Cabbage Ever

Making Fun of Lotho Pimple

Something That Might Have Been a First Age Legend But Went Through Several Fairytales and Is Now Unrecognisable

Something That Might Have Been a Newer Legend and Is (Only) Somewhat More Recognisable

My Grandma Lost Her Prized Saucer

I Am Not a Poet But the Lass I Love Is Pretty

I Like Spring and Flowers

Fireworks!

We Are Tooks and Gandalf Is Actually Fun

Tooks Are Weird

Bucklanders Are Also Weird And Breelanders Are Weirder

Cautionary Tale Why Boats Are Dangerous

Islands Are Dangerous Too (We Heard One Drowned But We Thankfully Don't Know Any Details So We Made Up a Story About Giant Turtles)

There Might Have Been an Elf in the Wood and We're Not Sure How We Feel About That

Gondor music genres:

My Love Got Killed While He Was in The Army

Let's Lament Lost Numenor

Rousing Patriotic Song

We Still Love The Tale of Beren and Luthien

There Once Was a Mortal Man Who Killed A Dragon and We're Very Proud of This (The Rest of the Story Is Horrible and We Don't Want To Remember It)

Origin Story for the Mysterious Singer By the Sea (Accuracy Level: 2/10 But At Least We Correctly Guessed It's an Elf)

Ithilien Is Occupied By Mordor and This Is Sad

We Will Show Sauron Not To Mess With Us

Drinking Song With Way Too Nice a Melody (A Wandering Minstrel Made It Up and He Might Have Been an Elf)

The King Will Return. One Day.