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FIC: The King's Steed
Oct. 2nd, 2010 09:15 amTitle: The King’s Steed
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 300 word Triple Drabble
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Summary: Gil-galad chooses a horse.
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THE KING’S STEED
Gil-galad looked at the horses. They were a fine lot. Even Cirdan agreed and he believed that the only way to travel was by boat. Cirdan had told him he could choose one. He knew that even though he was young, he was still the King of the Noldor and logically he could have any horse he wanted.
But this was different.
This was to be his very own horse: to care for, to train and to ride for its whole life, maybe even his. This was not something he acquired because of his rank. It was more a rite of passage, a sign that he was a child no longer.
These were not just any horses. They were Meara, brought all the way from Aman many years before.
He walked around the stables. There was a beautiful white mare at the end of the line of stalls. She was tall and proud; she whinnied at him as he passed. He smiled and walked on, looking at others as he passed them.
They all stood tall and proud, all but one rather brownish colt down near the end. He didn’t appear to be quite grown yet. His legs were too long and his coat was a bit scruffy here and there.
He nodded his head and snorted as Gil-galad walked by, stopping the young King in his tracks.
“Do you mock me?” He asked, knowing that the Meara had more understanding of words than most animals.
The horse repeated his gesture. Gil-galad took an apple from his pocket and approached the colt. It looked him with warm chocolate eyes for a moment before it took the apple. The colt had chosen his master. He was, from that moment, the King’s horse, from that day until the end of his days.
~END~
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 300 word Triple Drabble
Note: For
minuial_nuwingSummary: Gil-galad chooses a horse.
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THE KING’S STEED
Gil-galad looked at the horses. They were a fine lot. Even Cirdan agreed and he believed that the only way to travel was by boat. Cirdan had told him he could choose one. He knew that even though he was young, he was still the King of the Noldor and logically he could have any horse he wanted.
But this was different.
This was to be his very own horse: to care for, to train and to ride for its whole life, maybe even his. This was not something he acquired because of his rank. It was more a rite of passage, a sign that he was a child no longer.
These were not just any horses. They were Meara, brought all the way from Aman many years before.
He walked around the stables. There was a beautiful white mare at the end of the line of stalls. She was tall and proud; she whinnied at him as he passed. He smiled and walked on, looking at others as he passed them.
They all stood tall and proud, all but one rather brownish colt down near the end. He didn’t appear to be quite grown yet. His legs were too long and his coat was a bit scruffy here and there.
He nodded his head and snorted as Gil-galad walked by, stopping the young King in his tracks.
“Do you mock me?” He asked, knowing that the Meara had more understanding of words than most animals.
The horse repeated his gesture. Gil-galad took an apple from his pocket and approached the colt. It looked him with warm chocolate eyes for a moment before it took the apple. The colt had chosen his master. He was, from that moment, the King’s horse, from that day until the end of his days.
~END~