Story Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) Title: A Dribble of Drabbles (#1959) Author: Rous Chapters: 3
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Archive: Tolkien Category: Lord of the Rings Description: Just some drabbles. Those with words were for Insta Drabbling. The others were just because. Published: 07 Jun 2005 Updated: 07 Jun 2005 Warnings: Type: General Characters: Chapter 1 - Gimli and Hygiene Easy, louse, shows, Eldar It is not easy. I am referring to this journey. It seems that most of it is to be spent out-of-doors. And that elf, he delights in his hygiene. Would that he find a louse in his hair. Ah, the Eldar, so pernickety. It just shows that they could not survive outside of their cloistered realms. How like him to be concerned with his hair. I will never understand their need for cleanliness. Look at the hobbits. They do not suffer. I think even Aragorn and Boromir distain this constant bathing. Ah, well. Soon I will be home. No baths. Chapter 2 - Rebirth (The transformation of Elf to orc) fear, pain, death, sword Soften, maimed, torture, focus Ah, to soften the pain. How is it that the stars are gone? Have they truly disappeared? Or are my eyes no longer seeing? They join my maimed soul. The torture of my very being is gradually driving me insane. It is so dark. Even my eyes cannot penetrate the blanket of nothingness that surrounds me. The focus of my being is now on just breathing. There is a gradual halt to my sensibilities. The light of my life is dimming. The dark slowly claims me. The stars, my delight, are forever gone. Never again to see them. NO! Rebirth. Chapter 3 - The Festival midsummer, beginning, busy, many It was midsummer. Time for celebrating birthdays and the mark of the ending of summer. All was in preparation of visiting relatives and the usual group of performers. It had been so long since a Midsummer Festival. Much too long. The women were busy making the cakes and pies that would be consumed in much shorter timeframes than those which created them. The men were gathering and pulling out pipes in anticipation of the contests that would ensue. Many were expected this year, and it was beginning to look like maybe the tide was turning in the war. Ah, peace. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Downloaded from Open Scrolls Archive (https://www.openscrolls.net) on Sun Nov 15, 2026 3:01 am