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Title: Powers' Descent
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: LotR
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 19
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kerravonsen.
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“Is this wise? She is powerful, no doubt, and cunning, but for all of her intelligence she lacks discipline and more importantly, she has little wisdom to temper he decisions. She is too young, too powerful and lacking proper boundaries. If you would but allow me, I would gladly serve as a mentor for the girl-child. If she continues on this path, without guidance, it is more than likely to go ill for her and her comrades.”
“Do you question our plan, Mithrandir?” The assembled Powers questioned as One. “Think you that we do not know what is to come?"
Mithrandir, bright of spirit and power, bowed beneath the might of their Voice. He carefully worded his answer. “No, I merely wish to offer my services. Surely having the girl trained--”
“The world has changed. There is not enough Time. We longer have the span of centuries with which to prepare Champions, simply short years as Men reckon. She will learn, she will succeed or she will fall.”
To argue further would be folly. Mithrandir took his leave.
Ai, Eru. I did not want to believe, that they would fall so far…
But They were right, Time was never sufficient in this Age, and the conflict he saw on the horizon would span long centuries.
Willow would have to find her own way.
Title: Night Training
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: LotR
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 19
Author’s Notes: Forkerravonsen.
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“Who are you?”
The woman in front of her simply smiles, a smile edged with challenge. “The question is: who are you?”
“I am Éowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan,” she answers, displeased with the woman’s attitude.
“Is that all you are? Are you even that?”
“How dare you,” Éowyn utters with icy rage.
The woman, slight of form--yet impossibly bright, her spirit burns; a warrior lives underneath the skin of a woman--simply moves into a stance, unsheathes the sword at her waist.
“Will you prove me wrong?”
Angered and threatened, Éowyn wishes for a weapon of her own, startled when the weight and heft of her own sword fills her hand.
“You’re dreaming, Éowyn,” says the woman.
Éowyn falters for a moment and the woman nimbly moves closer, and disarms her with a single, graceful motion.
“That doesn’t mean this isn’t real,” she taunts with an insolent smirk.
Éowyn retrieves her sword. “Then? What witchery is this?”
She enters her stance again, shrugs like an untrained and uncouth child. “You’re not ready, yet. I have to train you. This is going to take years.”
Offended and incensed, Éowyn goes on the offensive.
She is disarmed in a single move.
“Like I said, years,” the woman says with rueful lamentation.
“I am a Shieldmaiden of Rohan,” Éowyn repeats, incredulous that this woman could defeat her, even in her dreams.
The woman’s smile is like the sharp edge of a concealed dagger. “I’m the Slayer. By the end of this, you’ll be able to take any man on and win. Interested?”
Éowyn nods, reluctant to appear too eager.
When her smile becomes bloodthirsty at the answer, Éowyn wonders with dread what heights of pain her dreams will reach.
Title: Powers' Descent
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: LotR
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 19
Author’s Notes: For
kerravonsen. ---------
“Is this wise? She is powerful, no doubt, and cunning, but for all of her intelligence she lacks discipline and more importantly, she has little wisdom to temper he decisions. She is too young, too powerful and lacking proper boundaries. If you would but allow me, I would gladly serve as a mentor for the girl-child. If she continues on this path, without guidance, it is more than likely to go ill for her and her comrades.”
“Do you question our plan, Mithrandir?” The assembled Powers questioned as One. “Think you that we do not know what is to come?"
Mithrandir, bright of spirit and power, bowed beneath the might of their Voice. He carefully worded his answer. “No, I merely wish to offer my services. Surely having the girl trained--”
“The world has changed. There is not enough Time. We longer have the span of centuries with which to prepare Champions, simply short years as Men reckon. She will learn, she will succeed or she will fall.”
To argue further would be folly. Mithrandir took his leave.
Ai, Eru. I did not want to believe, that they would fall so far…
But They were right, Time was never sufficient in this Age, and the conflict he saw on the horizon would span long centuries.
Willow would have to find her own way.
Title: Night Training
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: LotR
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 19
Author’s Notes: For
kerravonsen. ---------
“Who are you?”
The woman in front of her simply smiles, a smile edged with challenge. “The question is: who are you?”
“I am Éowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan,” she answers, displeased with the woman’s attitude.
“Is that all you are? Are you even that?”
“How dare you,” Éowyn utters with icy rage.
The woman, slight of form--yet impossibly bright, her spirit burns; a warrior lives underneath the skin of a woman--simply moves into a stance, unsheathes the sword at her waist.
“Will you prove me wrong?”
Angered and threatened, Éowyn wishes for a weapon of her own, startled when the weight and heft of her own sword fills her hand.
“You’re dreaming, Éowyn,” says the woman.
Éowyn falters for a moment and the woman nimbly moves closer, and disarms her with a single, graceful motion.
“That doesn’t mean this isn’t real,” she taunts with an insolent smirk.
Éowyn retrieves her sword. “Then? What witchery is this?”
She enters her stance again, shrugs like an untrained and uncouth child. “You’re not ready, yet. I have to train you. This is going to take years.”
Offended and incensed, Éowyn goes on the offensive.
She is disarmed in a single move.
“Like I said, years,” the woman says with rueful lamentation.
“I am a Shieldmaiden of Rohan,” Éowyn repeats, incredulous that this woman could defeat her, even in her dreams.
The woman’s smile is like the sharp edge of a concealed dagger. “I’m the Slayer. By the end of this, you’ll be able to take any man on and win. Interested?”
Éowyn nods, reluctant to appear too eager.
When her smile becomes bloodthirsty at the answer, Éowyn wonders with dread what heights of pain her dreams will reach.
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Date: 2008-12-20 11:48 am (UTC)Willow would have to find her own way.
Aw, poor Willow, poor Mithrandir. I liked how he was more compassionate than the Powers, but still bowed to their decision.
Éowyn wonders with dread what heights of pain her dreams will reach.
Oh my. What an intriguing idea.
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Date: 2008-12-20 04:12 pm (UTC)As for Éowyn...I've already had Joyce(reincarnated Éowyn) dreaming so I didn't want Buffy to have Slayer dreams about her and then, inspiration. Éowyn the dreamer learning badass, dirty moves from Buffy.
So, glad you enjoyed.