Caiti's Musings

• In the right light, by Asterisq. One-shot, 1,085 words. 

"A half-forgotten painting reminds Idril of her mother.”

• Long Art, by Chestnut_pod. Fic, 11,636 words.

"Mr. Baggins the Elder is not shy of speaking his opinions even to the great and good, of which I, a mere mastery student, am neither, so I received a deal of incisive critique which would make my professors proud. While I guided his wheeled chair through the Hurintarwa Gallery, Mr. Baggins said, “My dear young lady [Note: I am one hundred and sixty-four years his senior], pause a moment. All this heartfelt musing on the infinity of spirit makes me feel quite old, and I came to this Blessed Land to feel young again. Where can you take me to make this chair feel as though it were a perambulator, and not the donkey-cart of a decrepit old Númenórean grandee?"

• Remembrance, by StarSpray Ficlet, 906 words.

"They found Elrond’s sons with Legolas and Gimli, and with Éomer King and Lady Éowyn, standing before an enormous fresco of a charging army of horsemen. 'Why, isn’t that what just happened, the way it was told to us?' Sam exclaimed, looking up at it.

'No! This is a painting of the Battle of the Fields of Celebrant, long ago,' said Lady Éowyn, smiling at them."