No Man's Child - Chapter 34

As he ran the cries came louder, but fainter now and desperately the horn was blowing. Fierce and shrill rose the yells of the Orcs, and suddenly the horn-calls ceased. Aragorn raced down the last slope, but before he could reach the hill's foot, the sounds died away; and as he turned to the left and ran towards them they retreated, until at last he could hear them no more. Drawing his bright sword and crying Elendil! Elendil! he crashed through the trees.

TTT: The Departure of Boromir

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Footsteps and voices drift from the hall below me. I sigh and bury my face in the pillow, pulling it closer.

“My lady!” a voice calls, but still I am adrift in sleep, sunk beneath its warm blanket. Beyond the windows, rain falls in a steady patter and the cold night air seeks to slip through the shutters and winter rugs. My son stirs in his sleep upon his small mattress and then falls still.
( Continued here )

On muses and music

I have to be rather cautious talking to a_wordsmith, cuz she does this thing to me every once in a while.  We'll be having a casual conversation about, oh, coffee and trips into town, and then, suddenly, I'm spending the next 6 hours frantically trying to keep up with her ceiling-tall, doorframe-brushing-shouldered, deep-voiced muse.  He looms over me and insists I do nothing else but whatever idea she sicced on me.  No laundry, precious little lunch, not even much in the way of sleep.  Just WRITE or PLAY. 

This is the result of just such an incident:  Beautiful   

Lyrics by a_wordsmith and music by yours truly.

ETA:  an mp3 version that is much smaller and less burdensome to download beautiful mp3 version