Light Reflecting Light: A Lord of the Rings Fanfiction

By Heart of the Artsari

Word Count: 803

Rating: G

Summary: Eowyn and Aragorn wake in their separate tents during the muster of the Roherim and, each looking out, make eye contact briefly before withdrawing to reflect.

Originally published September 10, 2016

Image Credit: New Line

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the master, J. R. R. Tolkien- (Lord of the Rings books/movies). I only express my thoughts on the characters and landscape therein; and thus only own my own uniqueness. This drabble was inspired in part by the song “Reflecting Light” by Sam Phillips.


     Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, dreamed.

     She dreamed of him leaving… traveling on far, distant paths she had never seen. Despair and destiny entwined deep in his heart…

     Hills and faces passed beneath her closed eyelids. Then she blinked and her eyelashes glittered with- light.

     Awakening… was a chillingly cold reality of truth. She rose; for her dreams had passed far into the shadow-lands…

     Eowyn’s heart thudded throughout her chest, into her ears. Pulsating with warmth…

     She felt the sudden compulsion to walk out into the darkness, into the sleeping world of the encampment. Pulling on a white robe for warmth, she quietly slipped from the recesses of her tent. Read more about Light Reflecting Light: A Lord of the Rings Fanfiction

Magic Must Have A Meaning: Chesterton, Lewis & Tolkien in Elf-Land

By Joseph Pearce

Word Count: 1535

Rating: G

Summary: A discourse on how Chesterton greatly influenced Tolkien and Lewis.

Originally published January 25, 2016



    It is difficult to overstate the influence of G.K. Chesterton. Apart from the numerous converts who have come to Christianity, at least in part, because of an encounter with his writings, two of the bestselling books of all time were written, at least in part, under Chesterton’s benign patronage. The Lord of the Rings and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, both of which are in the top ten bestselling books of all time, were written by authors who cited Chesterton as a major influence. 

     J.R.R. Tolkien grew up, as a young and devout Catholic in Edwardian England, in the shadow of the wings of Chesterton’s flights of fancy. In his celebrated essay “On Fairy Stories,” Tolkien cites “Chestertonian Fantasy” as a powerful “means of recovery,” which he defined as a “return and renewal of health” and as a “regaining of a clear view” of reality, of “seeing things as we are…meant to see them.” 

     C.S. Lewis had first read Chesterton in a field hospital in France during World War One and was surprised by the joy that Chesterton exuded in his essays. In spite of the fact that Lewis was an atheist at the time, he couldn’t help liking Chesterton’s jollity, his sense of humour, and his rumbustious joie de vivre. Chesterton had more common sense than all the moderns put together, the young atheist believed, except of course for his Christianity. A few years later, after reading Chesterton’s classic work, The Everlasting Man, Lewis perceived the whole Christian outline of history laid out before him for the first time in a way that made sense. This revelation proved to be a significant pointer on Lewis’s own path to conversion. Read more about Magic Must Have A Meaning: Chesterton, Lewis & Tolkien in Elf-Land

How We Begin: The Story of Felix and Adauctus, Martyrs

The question of both his and Felix’s actual existence is debatable, but they have long been venerated in the Catholic Church. Upon reading the story of the nameless martyr and his companion, I was inspired to tell their tale anew.

Bound by a Seal: A Movie Review of “I Confess”

Being a member of the endangered species of British Cradle Catholics, Hitchcock rarely revealed his religious allegiances in his productions, but this is a noteworthy exception, and his only film that can truly fit into the noble genre of “inspirational.”

A Man for All Seasons: An Anthem

Foolish men seek out a name
Yet the wisest hold their own
Set aside without shame
Standing strong, standing strong

The Privilege of Little Words and Mighty Swords: Death, Love, Mystery, and Myth

     And, then…the terror reigned. No bright and creative utopias of liberated individuals flourished. But, instead, the specter of cold, brutal, and endless death.