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Of Hearts, and Dragons, and Songs by Lady Grey [PG]
Fandom: Narnia
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miladygrey
Why this story must be read:
A deft, compelling crossover between Lord of the Rings and Narnia, this story brings Aslan in all his patient, awe-inspiring glory into the lyrical and heartbreaking point in the journey of the Fellowship. As Boromir questions the very foundations of himself, Aslan, unnamed but still powerful, offers some hope--hope that is left for Boromir to seek.
A son of Gondor would not keep what was not rightfully his. How strange that the little one would be so possessive of so small a thing. Almost unnatural--
"It binds you even now."
The voice, rich and deep, vibrated through him, and he stopped where he was. Wherever he was. A glade (there seemed to be a preponderance of those in Lorien), so thickly overshadowed with trees that the moonlight was intermittent at best. Silver flickered on the small pool of water, over low slabs of stone. The lyon shone with his own soft light.
Of Hearts, and Dragons, and Songs
Author on LJ:
miladygreyWhy this story must be read:
A deft, compelling crossover between Lord of the Rings and Narnia, this story brings Aslan in all his patient, awe-inspiring glory into the lyrical and heartbreaking point in the journey of the Fellowship. As Boromir questions the very foundations of himself, Aslan, unnamed but still powerful, offers some hope--hope that is left for Boromir to seek.
A son of Gondor would not keep what was not rightfully his. How strange that the little one would be so possessive of so small a thing. Almost unnatural--
"It binds you even now."
The voice, rich and deep, vibrated through him, and he stopped where he was. Wherever he was. A glade (there seemed to be a preponderance of those in Lorien), so thickly overshadowed with trees that the moonlight was intermittent at best. Silver flickered on the small pool of water, over low slabs of stone. The lyon shone with his own soft light.
Of Hearts, and Dragons, and Songs