Pauline of ‘Memories are Made of This’ has nominated me to do the 5 photos, 5 stories. So my intentwion its to stick to a self-imposed theme of ‘a sense of place’, and see how I can interpret this in different ways.
Day 5 turned up fast! For today, my story is from a mythical tale. From Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. Whilst clearing out my house, I came across a little vignette I made nearly 40 years ago… it had travelled in a box whenever I moved, but I had forgotten about it. So here is the passage from Tolkien’s book to go with it…
” Sam was not daunted, and he still eyed Strider dubiously. ‘How do we know you are the Strider that Gandalf speaks about?’ he demanded. ‘You never mentioned Gandalf, till this letter came out. You might be a play-acting spy, for all I can see, trying to get us to go with you. You might have done in the real Strider and took his clothes. What have you to say to that?
‘That you are a stout fellow,’ answered Strider; ‘but I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without so much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it – NOW!’
He stood up, and seemed suddenly to grow taller. In his eyes gleamed a light, keen and commanding. Throwing back his cloak, he laid his hand on the hilt of a sword that had hung concealed by his side. They did not dare to move. Sam sat wide-mouthed staring at him dumbly.
‘But I am the real Strider, fortunately,’ he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. ‘I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.’
There was a long silence. At last Frodo spoke with hesitation. ‘I believed that you were a friend before the letter came,’ he said, ‘or at least I wished to. You have frightened me several times tonight, but never in the way that servants of the Enemy would, or so I imagine. I think one of his spies would – well, seem fairer and feel fouler, if you understand.’
‘I see,’ laughed Strider. ‘I look foul and feel fair. Is that it? All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.’
‘Did the verses apply to you then?’ asked Frodo. ‘I could not make out what they were about. But how did you know that they were in Gandalf’s letter, if you have never seen it?’
‘I did not know,’ he answered. ‘But I am Aragorn, and those verses go with that name.’ “
–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Strider
And now I need to fulfil the second part of this challenge, and invite another blogger to take part. Today I would like to nominate Poppy of poppytump@number4, who takes some great photographs and can turn her hand to a watercolour. I know you may not have time but I hope there’s no harm in asking…
There’s no obligation, Poppy – have fun if you have time/want to join in!
The challenge is to just “post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.