Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Third Eagle |
Meneldor is chosen for a rescue mission into the heart of Mordor. MEFAwards 2007: 2nd Place – Times: Late Third Age: 3018-3022 TA: General Drabble |
| Amid grievous hurt and loss, we all rejoiced: the Dark Lord was vanquished. How proud I was to be chosen to aid Mithrandir, to wing my precarious way through ash, smoke and noxious fumes in search of those who had delivered Middle-earth. Following my Lord Gwaihir and his brother, I thought my heart would break at finally beholding the pitiful figures, barely alive in the desolation, red-hot lava threatening to engulf them. Lord Gwaihir, with Mithrandir on his back, carefully took up the Ring-bearer. Landroval softly clasped his faithful servant. I was the third Eagle. But I came in vain. |
A/N: - "And he [Gwaihir] lifted up Gandalf and sped away south, and with him went Landroval, and Meneldor young and swift." (RotK, The Field of Cormallen) - "Side by side they lay; and down swept Gwaihir, and down came Landroval and Meneldor the swift; and in a dream, not knowing what fate had befallen them, the wanderers were lifted up and borne far away out of the darkness and the fire. (ibid.) 24.03.07 B-drabble for Elena Tiriel, who mentioned, among many other possibilities, Eagles as something she would like to read about. |