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A riddle [G]
Title: A riddle
By: HF
Email: hfox @ontheqt.org
Rating/Warning: None
Work: LotR
Disclaimer: Tolkien hoc fecit.
Notes: A riddle for the
tolkien_weekly "Queens" challenge. Under the wire! (I hope!)
A RIDDLE
A dowager queen am I, for my husband is gone.
My garment is white, my seven skirts embroidered with tales of the great. Each day the living weave new ones.
I am learned though unlettered; in my heart is the seat of wisdom. I see from afar the captains returning, the dark in the East, the Sea that covers the old home of my children.
I am old, white-crowned. Great men ride to protect me, even into the hand of the Shadow.
Say who I am and where I reside, and if he who must wed me shall come again.
Feel free to supply an answer :)
By: HF
Email: hfox @ontheqt.org
Rating/Warning: None
Work: LotR
Disclaimer: Tolkien hoc fecit.
Notes: A riddle for the
A RIDDLE
A dowager queen am I, for my husband is gone.
My garment is white, my seven skirts embroidered with tales of the great. Each day the living weave new ones.
I am learned though unlettered; in my heart is the seat of wisdom. I see from afar the captains returning, the dark in the East, the Sea that covers the old home of my children.
I am old, white-crowned. Great men ride to protect me, even into the hand of the Shadow.
Say who I am and where I reside, and if he who must wed me shall come again.
Feel free to supply an answer :)

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Lovely response to the challenge!
~Kris
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*grin* I think the Gondorians will stay away from blood sacrifices.
There are some skaldic texts in Old Norse that refer to the conquering or taking of a land in terms of either marriage or rape (depending on the poet), and that was kind of what I'd been thinking of.
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He does! I don't have the passage in front of me, but he does make some reference to Minas Tirith as a queen of cities (or similar).
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"For myself," said Faramir, "I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Numenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise."
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It took me a moment to realize you meant Minas Tirith--though the seven skirts should have been a huge clue!--but I did finally get it when I got to the Sea that covers the old home of my children. I left my brain at work today; that's my excuse. ^^ But still--very, very nicely done.
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That happens to me. A lot. I think it's because my work right now is so astoundingly boring that my brain creeps out of my head and wanders off..
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