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Author:  Hanasian [ October 14th, 2017, 8:57 am ]
Post subject:  Hanasian's Recommended Reading List

I thought I’d catalog the various fanfic tales I have read and liked here. I’ll link the title and author, and post the warnings before a sample of the 1st chapter.

Memoirs of a Princess by Lady Demiya

A story of the life Finduilas experienced in Minas Tirith during her marriage to Lord Denethor. Her fears, her dreams and those she loved. A woman truly caged. Set in Finduilas' Point of View.
Rating: PG-13
Principal Characters: Finduilas, Denethor, Imrahil, Boromir,Faramir

Nobody can determine the outcome of his or her life. Only a few days ago, my dear son, Boromir asked me what I would do if I were able to yield such a power.

"Mother, if you knew what your future held, would you be here, in this bed, in Minas Tirith?"

I must say, such a question baffled me, and I had to promise my son to give him an answer after I had time to think. So, now I reflect back to the very day this part of my life began. The start of a life and journey I did not want.

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Minas Tirith, 16th of March, 2976 TA

12 Years Earlier

It was my wedding day, and like most women of Middle-earth, I should have been rejoicing in the matter. However, those other women were the lucky ones. They were able to marry for love and devotion. I had not been so fortunate. My father, Adrahil had arranged my marriage to the Steward of Gondor's son, Lord Denethor. Being married into such a noble family should have made me feel happy and secure. But what happiness could my betrothed give me when he was twenty years my senior?

I thought of my father and wondered how he could have so easily married me off to strengthen the ties with Minas Tirith. I was a Princess of Dol Amroth! That was my title - Princess Finduilas of Dol Amroth - not Lady Finduilas of Minas Tirith. No! I vowed I would never answer to such a title. I was a Princess, born and raised.



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Bear It Still For Me A While by Cairistiona

The Standard-bearer's thoughts turn homeward as he readies for war. Touches on themes of war, prophecy and death.

Rating: G
Principal Characters: Halbarad, Aragorn, Elladan
Based on Return of the King

He gripped the furled black fabric as though he feared some evil claw borne on the wind would rip it away. The ship shuddered against the Anduin’s waters as the rowers battled against the current. The southerly wind helped their progress, but it also seemed to play with the ship, tossing it up only to drop it again, as though it were naught but a toy in the hands of a careless and capricious child. Or mayhap it was Ossë himself who whipped the water into white-capped waves. The ship tilted left, then swooped level again, and a young Dúnadan, face pale and pinched, staggered to the railing. With a barely stifled moan, he mastered his stomach, though it looked as if all might be lost the next time the ship lurched.

Halbarad watched him with no little sympathy. Valar knew his own innards were not pleased with all this constant, random movement. He swallowed hard and looked away. His own nausea was not entirely due to seasickness. Their journey through the Paths of the Dead and then the frantic ride from Erech, with the Dead of Dunharrow racing behind, had shaken him to the core. If it had not been for Aragorn’s grim and fearless will, he might have tumbled witless from his horse long before they reached Pelargir, so great had been his terror. That his hands still shook even now shamed him.



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Wooden Swords And Horses by The Oboistin Lorien

After besting his brother at chess, Boromir took the white king as a charm for luck. In Ithilien, Sam notices that Faramir carries a black knight, and begins to understand a brother's grief. At the end of all things, will the pieces return to Gondor?

Rating: PG
Characters: Boromir, Faramir, Sam, Aragorn
Based on Tolkien movieverse

Faramir seated himself at the rough, low table, stretching his long legs before him. Candles flickered from various ledges in the craggy cavern, casting a strange glow onto the sleeping faces surrounding him. Two of them particularly interested Faramir. Hobbits, they called themselves. Hobbits far south of their home, hobbits who had a whining, begging thing for a guide. Strange, thought Faramir. He had never even seen a hobbit, and now two had…wandered…into his care.


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The Days Now Are Short by Anoriath

Rating: G
Characters: Halbarad, Aragorn, thirty other Rangers, The Sons of Elrond, Eomer
Based on Return of the King Chapter II ~ Passing of the Grey Company

What need drove the Grey Company to cross over into Rohan from their familiar lands and obligations? A telling of the hour from Halbarad's point of view.

As one, they sped down the Greenway, the hooves of their mounts pounding the old road and throwing up clods of dirt behind them. Need drove them and, heedless to the trail they left behind, they rode hard. The westering moon sailed into the net of trees behind them. The kindly orb lit their way and they followed the path she set.

Ride, ride! Wait not for the dawn!

The cool night air flowed across his skin as if he fought the current of a swift-moving stream. With a clear path to follow, Halbarad, Ranger of the North, knew no weariness, but he longed to set his feet upon the ground to read those secrets only a dunadan can divine from the trail. Despite the chill, the smooth wood of the staff he bore had grown warm where he gripped it. Tightening sinews stiffened his fingers into a claw, but he clutched the close-furled standard still, unwilling to let it fall.

She wrought it in secret, and long was the making.

A ripple in the wind smelled of mountains and the unripe buds that swelled on the tips of the hawthorn trees. Looking back quickly over his shoulder, Halbarad drew his mount to a walk and counted men. Dark shadows, they were, among a swaying thicket of spears. A pale light glinted coldly off the metal tips above them as they came to a halt about him.


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More stories will be added later

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