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[avon7.livejournal.com]

Title: The Task of my Kindred.
By: Avon
Characters: Aragorn
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to Tolkien - I'm just borrowing.
This has been previously published elsewhere on the 'net, but not on lj.

The road is long and dark and the wind blows cold. He wraps his ragged cloak around him as he trudges past candle-lit windows and smoke-drifting chimneys. Now and then, a dog barks uneasily at his presence or a horse whickers restlessly. In fitful patches of moonlight, he catches glimpses of a sturdily built henhouse or a neat vegetable garden and remembers another scattering of small cottages, far up in the north - a place of his kin where he is welcomed at gate and door. With grim smile he rests his hand on a broken sword and strides on.

Comments

[mrkinch.livejournal.com]

How have I missed reading you til now? I'm enjoying your drabbles immensely, in true Fileg "I'm under the couch" fashion.

Did you envision Aragorn anywhere in particular when you wrote this?

[avon7.livejournal.com]

I haven't been on lj until quite recently. HASA and SoA are my main 'homes'. I'm very pleased that you are enjoying them. At least my drabbles don't usually require a box of "Minas Tirith Tissues" as my stories do tend to do.

Um... just somewhere outside the Shire. I didn't do any research as to what little villages there might be there.

Cheers,

Avon