Title: The Last Ship
Author: Branwyn
Source: The Lord of The Rings
Rating: G
Characters: Radagast
Written for just_ann_now
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“Be at the Gray Havens at the first autumn moon. Cirdan.”

Radagast scrawled his reply. Yes, he would be there.

So much to do before that day. The house would go to the Beornings. Though first he needed to tell the bees. They got so upset by any change in routine. And the deer must find another orchard to graze. And what about the injured rabbit? She might not be healed by then.

On the day of the first autumn moon, Radagast stroked the rabbit’s soft ears. “How could I leave you, small friend? That ship has long since sailed.”

Title: Three for the White Tree--Part 3
Author: Branwyn
Rating: G
Source: Return of the King (book)
Characters: Aragorn, Samwise
Note: written for just_ann_now's birthday


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Title: Three for the White Tree--Part 1
Author: Branwyn
Rating: G
Universe: Bookverse
Characters: Denethor, Faramir

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We finished painting the fence--huzzah! The yellow irises are flowering a second time which has never happened before. They are not fall-blooming irises so this is very strange. I wonder if the long dry spell confused them. The roof and gutters were supposedly finished on Friday, but I noticed that the downspout from the upper roof is not properly routed across the lower roof and into the gutter. It is several feet too short and will dump water onto the lower roof which is a decidedly bad thing. I think I missed my calling as a building inspector. Luckily, we haven't paid them yet.

One third of the fence has been cleaned and restained.
While I was weeding today, I startled a beautiful toad. I hadn't seen one in our yard in many years.

The leaves of the clematis on the lamp post are turning black. Probably a fungal disease. Strange since it has been dry the last few weeks. That plant has been there for twenty years without any problems.
A young red-tailed hawk has been hanging around our yard. We first spotted him yesterday, and he was perched on the back fence this morning. Not in the least bit frightened of us. I am tempted to put raw meat out for him, but he needs to learn to feed himself. A photo of our handsome visitor.

Driving back and forth from Pennsic (we made three round trips), we listened to the 1979 Mind's Eye production of "The Lord of the Rings." Loved Reverb Treebeard and the snarky Lieutenant of the Dark Tower, not as fond of the Gaffer's voice (he sounded senile and/or drunk) or the less-than-terrifying turkey gobble of the Nazgul. Lord Branwyn and I decided that Samwise would have made a better Ringbearer than Frodo since he was tougher and less imaginative. I could see him destroying the Ring then going back to Rosie and his garden without the lingering damage that Frodo suffered. We also considered whether anyone else besides Gollum could have guided the hobbits into Mordor. Aragorn probably could have led them to the border, but how would they have gotten over the mountains?

I reached the Prancing Pony yesterday! 135 miles. I should stop in a pub for a beer to celebrate. A few days behind schedule. Now on to Rivendell to visit the elves.

I escaped Old Man Willow and am now getting lost in the Barrow-downs. Michael spotted an owl sitting in a tree! I have heard them around here (in fact, I was convinced our yard was haunted until I found screech owl recordings on YouTube) but have never seen one before.

This is funny yet interesting. Was Tom truly such a jolly, kind soul?
Oldest and Fatherless: The Terrible Secret of Tom Bombadil