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Horns in the Forest, by Zdenka
B2MeM Prompt and Category: Daily prompt for March 24: Create a fanwork with rainy or stormy weather.
Format: drabble
Genre: gen
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Characters: Oromë, an Ent
Pairings: none
Creator’s Notes (optional): When I was doing research for my ficlet about the Entwives, I stumbled across a note Tolkien made about the Ents: “The males were devoted to Oromë, but the Wives to Yavanna.” (Letter 247) That made me start thinking about Ents and Oromë and what might happen when they encountered each other (though they don’t quite meet in this drabble). I’d be very curious to read someone else’s take on it.
Summary: A young Ent is inspired by hearing the horn of Oromë.
The storm whipped through dark Beleriand, pouring down rain. Thunder rumbled in the sky and was echoed by hoofbeats on the earth, where Oromë rode to the hunt. His horse’s hooves struck sparks from stone as he passed, and lightning flashed above. The creatures of Morgoth, great beasts terrible with tooth and claw, slunk aside and hid when Oromë’s horn sounded long and sweet and clear through the shadowy woods.
As the horn’s echoes died away, a young tree, or what looked like a tree, stirred and shook rain from his leaves. “Hoom,” he trumpeted quietly in imitation. “Hrum, HOOM!”
Format: drabble
Genre: gen
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Characters: Oromë, an Ent
Pairings: none
Creator’s Notes (optional): When I was doing research for my ficlet about the Entwives, I stumbled across a note Tolkien made about the Ents: “The males were devoted to Oromë, but the Wives to Yavanna.” (Letter 247) That made me start thinking about Ents and Oromë and what might happen when they encountered each other (though they don’t quite meet in this drabble). I’d be very curious to read someone else’s take on it.
Summary: A young Ent is inspired by hearing the horn of Oromë.
The storm whipped through dark Beleriand, pouring down rain. Thunder rumbled in the sky and was echoed by hoofbeats on the earth, where Oromë rode to the hunt. His horse’s hooves struck sparks from stone as he passed, and lightning flashed above. The creatures of Morgoth, great beasts terrible with tooth and claw, slunk aside and hid when Oromë’s horn sounded long and sweet and clear through the shadowy woods.
As the horn’s echoes died away, a young tree, or what looked like a tree, stirred and shook rain from his leaves. “Hoom,” he trumpeted quietly in imitation. “Hrum, HOOM!”
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This is now canon for me.
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I love both the idea and how you describe it.
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