Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Love in other languages |
Prompt: Bree: Hobbits are well known for their gift-giving traditions. Write a story or poem in which the exchange of gifts is featured, or use "gifting" as a theme for a piece of art. |
| He'd come to teach, to struggle and to save. Yet giving wasn't straightforward – one had first to be given. Pallando hadn't expected gifts, but Children were prodigious! He found 'his' people ardent, violent, fractiously pious, wounded, passionate – desperately desirous of courageous, all-giving love. Unbearable, his fiery brother's vicious perversion of that desire! Yet even Sauron had had first to be given their language: their yearning for wholeness, for god-like union with God in life's grey years. As they gave, so gave Pallando, testifying: For frail flesh, to be living flame is to live where God dwells: patiently in each other... |
Building off of “False Fire,” fleshing out a little of Esteven's many-times-removed ancestral background. Pallando is one of the Blue Wizards sent 'East'. I had him veer south eventually and settle in with the Haradrim. See "The Istari" in Unfinished Tales. |