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10 April 2010 @ 12:36 am
Fic: ‘Do not forget the ghost men.’  
Title: Do not forget the ghost men.
Fandom: Middle-earth: movie-verse.
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before the events of The Lord of the Rings.
Summary: In her fear, she has forgotten those who protect.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Recently, I had the privilege of watching Born of Hope, a ‘fan film’ based in Middle-earth that explores the history of Aragorn; although I’ve not had the courage to do so, it’s something I was very thrilled to hear about.

In one of the scenes involving Orcs, quite early on, one of the Orcs mentions that there were ‘ghost men’ impeding their trepidations; the leader of them spits that they’re not ghosts but Rangers.

The Dúnedain. The Rangers of the North.

Then an idea struck about a small girl unable to sleep, worried about Orc raids, and lo and behold, this story was born.

This story is not intended to fit within the written works of Tolkien in any way but the ‘movie-verse’ which seems, for me, better to snugly fit a story into. All characters in this story (the family of three) are original characters created purely for the purpose of this story.

Disclaimer
With the exception of the original characters created purely for the purpose of the story, all characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their intrepretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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“What is the matter?” The man crouched beside his child who had been, supposedly, asleep all this time. “What scares you so easily in the night?”

The small girl fidgeted; she was not easily shaken, her father knew. Whatever had caused this uneasiness must be serious, he reasoned. While awaiting his daughter’s answer with the certain calm of a father, he searched his mind for any memory of recent news or events that might’ve caused his daughter’s fright. One hand rested upon her hand that lay so carelessly upon the blanket; the other was upon his knee.

“Will they not come when I am asleep?” She whispered, concern imprinted across her small elfin features. “Will they not kill us all if we sleep?”

He knew, then, what she feared. “Quiet your fears, dear one,” he murmured and squeezed her hand gently. “I know of whom you speak but you must not forget who the Orcs fear.”

“Who do they fear?” She asked gravely.

“The ones they call the ghost men.” He sat easily beside her, on the floor. “Each time they attack, the ghost men are there, giving protection of peoples and villages where they can. Do not fear the Orcs, dear one. Do not forget the ghost men.”

“But they cannot be everywhere at once, father!” She blurted, clutching his hand.

“Nor should we expect them to be.” His other hand covered hers so her hand was clasped between his. “But remember, and take this to heart: your mother and I will keep you safe while we live and the ghost men will aid us in this if they are near if the Orcs attack.” He leaned closer and kissed her forehead. “Do not let such worries trouble you, dear one,” he murmured soothingly by her ear. “Sleep well and dream of what little girls dream when they sleep.”

She nodded once and he remained sitting by her side until her eyes closed and her grip eased. Only then did he rejoin his wife sitting by the door to their home and glanced to the East briefly.

“What troubled her sleep?” His wife tugged his sleeve to bring his attention home.

He smiled and sat on the ground beside his wife. “It was the fear that the night makes closer when you are least prepared for it.”

“Or perhaps it was Harron telling the news he heard others whisper.”

He rested his back against the night-cooled wood of the wall. “Are you afraid of what the night brings, beloved?”

“I fear only that you shall be lost to my heart.”

He chuckled quietly and reached for her hand. “I see you do not forget the ghost men.”

“I do not forget the ghost men.”
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor & Carson: Waitingarmchairdm on April 9th, 2010 03:08 pm (UTC)
Ooooh! Awesome! I always love the 'what do the bad men fear' stories.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on April 9th, 2010 05:49 pm (UTC)
And this was one of those stories for you?
Armchair DMarmchairdm on April 12th, 2010 01:59 am (UTC)
Yeah; it really was. It really reminded me, oddly, of the DW episode 'the Girl in the Fireplace' (I think) when the Doctor is stating that he's what the monsters have nightmares about.