The Mother of Day [Bilbo, Estel] G

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Title: The Mother of Day
By: HF
Work: Lord of the Rings, references to Silmarillion
Rating/Warnings: This may be the most gen. thing I've ever written.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: The genius is Tolkien's.

Notes: While doing research for a presentation on Latin enigmas, I came across an absolutely fascinating 19th-century verse riddle, The Tree Riddle, which requires the guesser to know 65 different types of trees to solve the poem in its entirety. I usually don't need much encouragement to write more riddle-type things, so this came on pretty quickly.

(NB: according to the dates given in The Tale of Years and The Hobbit, Aragorn was around ten or so when Bilbo first came to Rivendell.)


THE MOTHER OF DAY

“What are you doing, Master Baggins?”

“Composing, Master Estel.”

“What?” The boy looked around for evidence of work, but saw nothing. “How?”

Bilbo smiled and swung his legs back and forth.

“A riddle.” He tapped his forehead. “And with my own thought, you know.”

“Let’s hear it,” the boy said, impatient.

What’s the gold-crownéd tree, and the door-keeping tree,
And the tree ‘round which revelers sway;
The shepherding tree and the Seafarers’ tree;
And the tree that’s the mother of day?

Estel stared at him. “I’ll never guess the answer to that!”

“You will some day,” said the hobbit.

END

There are answers to these :)

Comments

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*hugs you* Thanks, Kris! I can't believe you're, like, actually up and functioning and, um, typing grammatically-correct sentences before 7! I would be drooling on my keyboard and staring blankly at the screen.

Oooh, Bilbo and young Estel and riddles, what's not to like?

Heh heh. Like I told Rin, I'm kind of surprised I wrote this, because of the Estel factor. I can't conceive of Aragorn as ever being little and cute, and learning how to ride a bike. He's always been rugged, manly, and dirty in my mind. *grin*

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I can't believe you're, like, actually up and functioning and, um, typing grammatically-correct sentences before 7!

Well, y'see, I'm a morning person. So I get up at 6 or so, when it's still lovely and quiet (and usually dark), but by 9:30 or 10PM, my brain is completely off-line and I'm ready for bed. I *do* realize that makes me odd *grin*, okay, *odder*, but it's nice to get to work early when no one's there yet.

I can't conceive of Aragorn as ever being little and cute, and learning how to ride a bike.

Funny, because I have this vision of little messy-haired Aragorn running around causing trouble and whacking his brothers with his sword... hmm. But I'll admit to liking the manly, rugged, dirty version (okay, well, maybe not the dirty, so much) better.

~Kris

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whacking his brothers with his sword

*double takes and goes to interesting but not thoroughly unpleasant mental place*

See, I'm allowed to picture that, because it's not really incest - the twins are only foster brothers. Maybe he only married Arwen because Elrond refused to let him marry Elladan.

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*snort*

I'm not sure whether to beg you to write that or go wash my brain out with soap! *grin* Maybe I'll do both.

But really, splitting up the twins like that, how mean of you! He'd have to marry both of them.

*grin*

~Kris

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Maybe that was the problem - he wanted to marry both and they wouldn't hve it, so he settled for their little sister instead.

This train of thought can lead nowhere good.

Me? Write slash? I never write slash! I occassionally hint that there might be more going on than friendship, or that Aragorn picked a different elf *cough*A/L4eva*cough*, but I don't write about elves and men running around hitting each other with swords. Well, actually I do, but only real swords. With blood. And often death.

Sorry, rambling.

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Maybe he only married Arwen because Elrond refused to let him marry Elladan.

Heh. I can picture it now...

Elrond: Look, I'm only letting you marry Arwen because I've spent the last, like, thousand years keeping your stupid, whiny, ungrateful family alive, and I've worked too hard to have the last one of you go waltzing off with one of my boys.

Aragorn: Huff.

Elrond: I hate my brother.

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*giggle*

Elrond: I hate my brother

Harsh. Poor Elros.

True though - Elrond had spent too long ensuring a line of heirs to let Aragorn go a foul it all up just because he's 'not into girls'.

Suddenly reminded of the poster we nearly bought today for our lounge. It read "Boys are evil - throw rocks at them".

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Well, y'see, I'm a morning person. So I get up at 6 or so, when it's still lovely and quiet (and usually dark), but by 9:30 or 10PM, my brain is completely off-line and I'm ready for bed.

Oh my God... that's a completely foreign way of life to me. Usually I'm just starting around 10PM. You are strange folk ;)

Funny, because I have this vision of little messy-haired Aragorn running around causing trouble and whacking his brothers with his sword...

Heh heh. Like I said, it might have something to do with never really being a "kid" person myself. Either that, or my imagination is just impaired in that regard.