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phynckeTitle: Tribute
Story Arc: The First Age Tales
Author: phyncke
For: tripledogdare challenge, prompt - gifts
Characters: Fingolfin/Ariannon (OC), Erestor (mentioned)
Beta: keiliss (all errors are mine)
Email: jhfink@sbcglobal.net
Rating: G (slash implied but no sexual content)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Summary: In this installment of the First Age tales from Fingolfin’s court, King Fingolfin is left small gifts in appreciation for providing shelter to the felines of Hithlum Castle. A sequel to “Cats of Hithlum” which can be found here: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/358554.html
Tribute
It is customary to pay Tribute to those who Provide. I leave this Gift to the Exalted One, this Gift of the Kill. He will receive it and know I give Thanks unto Him.
/---/
“Ariannon!”
Fingolfin stared at his side of the very large, comfortably made bed that he more than occasionally shared with his arandar and bellowed in disbelief. On his pillow lay a very dead, very large rat, black and grey flecked with a tail so long it hung beyond the edge of the cushion.
“What is it, my king?”
His assistant ran in from the sitting room and stopped short, blinking as if to clear his eyes of an unwanted vision. He half expected the vile rodent to scramble up and scamper off but it did not, it appeared quite dead. It had been freshly killed and left there for the king to see. Ariannon looked closely and discerned that it was not breathing but it seemed eery that it lay there with its eyes open, staring off at a fixed spot in the distance.
“That, my loyal friend, is a rat, rather large and disgusting in aspect.”
“I can see that.”
Fingolfin rubbed his forehead and said with mild annoyance, “Have it removed. And I would like fresh linens before I retire, please.”
/---/
My first Gift was not accepted. I will find Another and see if it meets with His Approval.
/---/
The feline hunted primarily at night, finding the mice and rodents in abundance during her nocturnal prowlings. The rodent invasion was a never ending battle in the castle, and the cats had originally been caught by Lake Mithrim and brought to the fort proper to combat the infestation. The plan had been cleverly designed by Erestor, Lord Fingon’s assistant, with aid from Ariannon. There had been negligible moments in this effort but by in large the introduction of the animals to the fort had been a sound plan.
/---/
“Ariannon!”
“Yes, sire!” He called from the bedchamber where he resting lazily as he had no duties that morning.
“Come here, please.”
There was a hard tone to King Fingolfin’s voice which could not be dismissed. It signified annoyance and that his ire was raised. Ariannon could not very well roll over, pull the blankets over his head and go back to sleep, much as he might like to do just that.
The king stood staring at his work desk and it was evident something had caught his eye as he was dressing for the day. His shirt was in hand and he had only put on his leggings thus far. As his lover came shuffling out from within, having hastily pulled on a robe, his lord looked at his papers with arms folded and a chagrined expression on his face. Another rodent carcass lay on his important parchments there and some blood had dripped onto the paper. They would not have been able to use the documents in any case, since the rat had been so carefully laid there and cleaning the papers would have smudged the meticulously hand-written lettering.
“I will have to have the clerk draft this agreement again. I was reviewing that to enact next week.”
“I will have it removed, sire. I do think she means you to see these for some reason.”
“That is a thought. Yes, I do think you are right there.”
The monarch’s expression turned thoughtful.
/---/
A tail swished under the drapes as Mëoi observed her well laid Gift for the king.
Why does He not partake of this Offering? Is it not to His liking? This is my way of Obeisance for the shelter and comforts provided me and my brood in the castle walls. Never have we known such Luxury, soft things to lie on and the Warmth of the Flame. I will keep trying until my Tribute is accepted. There is more than enough Prey to choose from, more than enough.
/---/
Fingolfin was beginning to expect to find dead rodent bodies awaiting him and so was not surprised in the least when he was settling down to read for the night in his favorite chair in front of the fire, to find a small mouse, dead again, resting on the cushion in the seat where he would usually seat himself.
“Aira, she has done it again. I want you to get a cloth and a nice silver plate and let’s see what we can do here.”
After giving his lord and king a somewhat incredulous look, the other elf went to do as he was asked.
/---/
Ariannon did not laugh but he really did want to. He watched as Fingolfin gingerly picked up the mouse by its tail with the cloth and placed it on the small, ornate plate. He then set that on the table, and settled himself in front of it. The High King of the Noldor in exile bowed his head, after a bemused glance at his lover.
“I thank Mëoi for this Gift so generously bestowed. She is Mistress of the Hunt and no rodent can escape her skillful pursuit.”
The feline who was the subject of this praise, purred in her corner of the room. She was observant of the proper dispensation of her gift and flicked her whiskers in response to the king’s actions and words.
/---/
My Gift has been recognized for its worth as Tribute for Wonderful Things. I must now bestow such an Offering upon the Other One for his kindness in bringing us to this Great Place. My hunt for Prey will continue, as an Endless Battle...
The End or Not As the Case May Be…
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• the cats are like the Maine coon cat as pictured here: http://www.lostcoastmc.com/mattole1.jpg
• arandur=steward of the king (quenya)
• Mëoi=cat (quenya)
Story Arc: The First Age Tales
Author: phyncke
For: tripledogdare challenge, prompt - gifts
Characters: Fingolfin/Ariannon (OC), Erestor (mentioned)
Beta: keiliss (all errors are mine)
Email: jhfink@sbcglobal.net
Rating: G (slash implied but no sexual content)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Summary: In this installment of the First Age tales from Fingolfin’s court, King Fingolfin is left small gifts in appreciation for providing shelter to the felines of Hithlum Castle. A sequel to “Cats of Hithlum” which can be found here: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/358554.html
Tribute
It is customary to pay Tribute to those who Provide. I leave this Gift to the Exalted One, this Gift of the Kill. He will receive it and know I give Thanks unto Him.
/---/
“Ariannon!”
Fingolfin stared at his side of the very large, comfortably made bed that he more than occasionally shared with his arandar and bellowed in disbelief. On his pillow lay a very dead, very large rat, black and grey flecked with a tail so long it hung beyond the edge of the cushion.
“What is it, my king?”
His assistant ran in from the sitting room and stopped short, blinking as if to clear his eyes of an unwanted vision. He half expected the vile rodent to scramble up and scamper off but it did not, it appeared quite dead. It had been freshly killed and left there for the king to see. Ariannon looked closely and discerned that it was not breathing but it seemed eery that it lay there with its eyes open, staring off at a fixed spot in the distance.
“That, my loyal friend, is a rat, rather large and disgusting in aspect.”
“I can see that.”
Fingolfin rubbed his forehead and said with mild annoyance, “Have it removed. And I would like fresh linens before I retire, please.”
/---/
My first Gift was not accepted. I will find Another and see if it meets with His Approval.
/---/
The feline hunted primarily at night, finding the mice and rodents in abundance during her nocturnal prowlings. The rodent invasion was a never ending battle in the castle, and the cats had originally been caught by Lake Mithrim and brought to the fort proper to combat the infestation. The plan had been cleverly designed by Erestor, Lord Fingon’s assistant, with aid from Ariannon. There had been negligible moments in this effort but by in large the introduction of the animals to the fort had been a sound plan.
/---/
“Ariannon!”
“Yes, sire!” He called from the bedchamber where he resting lazily as he had no duties that morning.
“Come here, please.”
There was a hard tone to King Fingolfin’s voice which could not be dismissed. It signified annoyance and that his ire was raised. Ariannon could not very well roll over, pull the blankets over his head and go back to sleep, much as he might like to do just that.
The king stood staring at his work desk and it was evident something had caught his eye as he was dressing for the day. His shirt was in hand and he had only put on his leggings thus far. As his lover came shuffling out from within, having hastily pulled on a robe, his lord looked at his papers with arms folded and a chagrined expression on his face. Another rodent carcass lay on his important parchments there and some blood had dripped onto the paper. They would not have been able to use the documents in any case, since the rat had been so carefully laid there and cleaning the papers would have smudged the meticulously hand-written lettering.
“I will have to have the clerk draft this agreement again. I was reviewing that to enact next week.”
“I will have it removed, sire. I do think she means you to see these for some reason.”
“That is a thought. Yes, I do think you are right there.”
The monarch’s expression turned thoughtful.
/---/
A tail swished under the drapes as Mëoi observed her well laid Gift for the king.
Why does He not partake of this Offering? Is it not to His liking? This is my way of Obeisance for the shelter and comforts provided me and my brood in the castle walls. Never have we known such Luxury, soft things to lie on and the Warmth of the Flame. I will keep trying until my Tribute is accepted. There is more than enough Prey to choose from, more than enough.
/---/
Fingolfin was beginning to expect to find dead rodent bodies awaiting him and so was not surprised in the least when he was settling down to read for the night in his favorite chair in front of the fire, to find a small mouse, dead again, resting on the cushion in the seat where he would usually seat himself.
“Aira, she has done it again. I want you to get a cloth and a nice silver plate and let’s see what we can do here.”
After giving his lord and king a somewhat incredulous look, the other elf went to do as he was asked.
/---/
Ariannon did not laugh but he really did want to. He watched as Fingolfin gingerly picked up the mouse by its tail with the cloth and placed it on the small, ornate plate. He then set that on the table, and settled himself in front of it. The High King of the Noldor in exile bowed his head, after a bemused glance at his lover.
“I thank Mëoi for this Gift so generously bestowed. She is Mistress of the Hunt and no rodent can escape her skillful pursuit.”
The feline who was the subject of this praise, purred in her corner of the room. She was observant of the proper dispensation of her gift and flicked her whiskers in response to the king’s actions and words.
/---/
My Gift has been recognized for its worth as Tribute for Wonderful Things. I must now bestow such an Offering upon the Other One for his kindness in bringing us to this Great Place. My hunt for Prey will continue, as an Endless Battle...
The End or Not As the Case May Be…
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
• the cats are like the Maine coon cat as pictured here: http://www.lostcoastmc.com/mattole1.jpg
• arandur=steward of the king (quenya)
• Mëoi=cat (quenya)
