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The Rooster Man of Gondor by Chelsea Nolen (PG)
[Sorry about the dearth of recs over the last week or so. I've been digging around in forgotten corners of electronic archives ::coughs from the virtual dust:: and before the end of the month I'm going to present some great stories by authors who are undeservedly obscure and/or seem to have vanished from the fandom. Think of it as a treasure hunt!]
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: n/a
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
A very unusual view of the siege of Minas Tirith, from the perspective of one of the strangest and most fascinating original characters ever created in this fandom; all in a short (about 1200 words) but intense package.
This story has become part of my personal canon; I'm firmly convinced that events happened this way.
In fact, I'm so sure of that, I was surprised not to see it depicted in Peter Jackson's Return of the King - maybe it'll be on the extended DVD...
While he was on a roof he would survey the area, the top of Gondor, the streets below him, the clean blue sky above. Everything smelled different. The wind lost its cutting edge and ruffled his hair playfully. And the sun--so bright, gleaming yellow, more magnificent than gold.
It filled his heart and his lungs with joy, a joy that he shared by crowing.
The one place he could not perform was atop the walls, where the city guard kept an eye out. He wanted to, those walls were high; one could see all the way to the horizon. But the time he had gone up on a wall, the guard had chased him, and cornered him atop one of the gates; he had spent a month in jail. No, not even money could get him on a wall.
The Rooster Man of Gondor
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: n/a
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
A very unusual view of the siege of Minas Tirith, from the perspective of one of the strangest and most fascinating original characters ever created in this fandom; all in a short (about 1200 words) but intense package.
This story has become part of my personal canon; I'm firmly convinced that events happened this way.
In fact, I'm so sure of that, I was surprised not to see it depicted in Peter Jackson's Return of the King - maybe it'll be on the extended DVD...
While he was on a roof he would survey the area, the top of Gondor, the streets below him, the clean blue sky above. Everything smelled different. The wind lost its cutting edge and ruffled his hair playfully. And the sun--so bright, gleaming yellow, more magnificent than gold.
It filled his heart and his lungs with joy, a joy that he shared by crowing.
The one place he could not perform was atop the walls, where the city guard kept an eye out. He wanted to, those walls were high; one could see all the way to the horizon. But the time he had gone up on a wall, the guard had chased him, and cornered him atop one of the gates; he had spent a month in jail. No, not even money could get him on a wall.
The Rooster Man of Gondor
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