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kayleearafinwiel ([personal profile] kayleearafinwiel) wrote in [community profile] b2mem2019-03-11 10:01 am

Perhaps the Greater, by Kaylee Arafinwiel

B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: March 9 - B7, All Beasts Foul and Fair, Botany, Color Burst Red, Deep Thoughts, F/F Potpourri, Four Words, Four Words 2, Landscape, Language of Flowers, Shirish, Love in Middle-earth
Format: drabble (triple drabble, 300 words)
Genre: femslash, drama, drabble (triple drabble)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mention of femslash, but that's the point after all, isn't it? XD 
Characters: Lenglinn (LOTRO), OFC hobbit
Pairings: OFC/OFC
Creator’s Notes (optional): Lenglinn is a LOTRO Dunedain Ranger who watches the area around Buckland. I like him, and I imagine he gets on well with the Brandybucks.
Summary: Lenglinn the Ranger has a chance meeting with a distraught hobbit-lass of Buckland...

Lenglinn had been surprised to find a hobbit-lass in his camp, but after what she had to say… “Pardon, Miss Sage, I’m afraid I do not understand. You say your love flew you here on wings?”


“Well, ‘tis an expression, you see - I thought as you’d have heard it, sir, being more continental an’ all. But we’d have overcome any obstacle, my Vixen and me!”


“Vixen?” Lenglinn frowned. “Beg pardon, but I had not heard that name among the Little Folk.”


“Do you meet many Little Folk here, Mister Ranger sir, perched up on these cliffs then?” Sage Brandybuck asked.  



“Many folk come and go, bringing news and thinning the flocks of crebain,” Lenglinn returned calmly.


“Oh. Like that, is it?” Sage asked. “Well, my Vixen, ‘tis a nickname, for her hair’s fox-red, see?”


“I do see,” Lenglinn agreed.


“She’s got a core of adamant, my love has. And she don’t let them vultures get to her, neither!” Sage stated proudly. But then her expression began to crumble. “Didn’t. She didn’t. For she’s been maimed, she has, by them ruffians!”


Lenglinn sat up, alert. “Ruffians, you say?”


“Aye! Them Big Folk, they ain’t like your stratus, sir, begging your pardon.”



The Ranger drew forth a flask of elderflower wine, giving the distraught lass a sip.  She continued to sob brokenly. “Rough they is, with cruel faces - like as not they’d devour us soon as look! I had t’come! Blossom's safe for now, she is, but hurt bad..”


“Have you called for the shirriff?” Lenglinn asked.


“Aye, but he's blinding hisself against Big Men,” Sage wept. “Please, help her. The Master, he’s my uncle, he’ll let you through, we've allied, haven't we? But please come!”


“I will,” Lenglinn said compassionately, and taking Sage on his horse, he rode for Brandy Hall.



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[personal profile] erulissedances 2019-03-11 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Many a crebain I have slain for Lenglinn - LOL. This was delightful and he will indeed help save poor Blossom.

- Erulisse (one L)
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[personal profile] narya_flame 2019-03-11 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not familiar with Lenglinn, but this is lovely!