From Min and Binky and others...
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kenazTell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
No holds barred. O-fic or any fandom you know I write in. Knock yourselves out.
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A Tolkien Mary Sue/Self-insert for Tehta
Haldir in Alqualonde, with a glass of wine and an amused partner for Min
Thranduil considers Thorin Oakenshield for Spiced Wine
No holds barred. O-fic or any fandom you know I write in. Knock yourselves out.
ETA:
A Tolkien Mary Sue/Self-insert for Tehta
Haldir in Alqualonde, with a glass of wine and an amused partner for Min
Thranduil considers Thorin Oakenshield for Spiced Wine
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Date: 2013-11-29 02:16 am (UTC)Behind the cell bars, he dwarf's eyes met and held his balefully and with beleaguered pride. There had been less steel in Thorin Oakenshield's beard when Thranduil had first seen him, stalwart and proud at his grandfather's shoulder, perhaps even then knowing something of Thrain's incipient madness. Thranduil was no stranger to rash fathers, nor to the compelling lust for gold.
His torch flickered and flashed against the stones of the cavern walls, and he thought once more of Erebor, and his visit there long ago, when some tenuous regard still stretched between their houses. They were more alike-- he, an Elven king, and his scruffy Dwarven prisoner-- than he wished to admit.
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Date: 2013-11-29 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-29 10:04 am (UTC)Oh gosh, nothing registers on mine either (I know Thorinduil is popular, but I can't see it, and didn't think of it); I should really have specified that it was Thranduil/any-one, as long as it was slash.
Nevertheless, this was great, and I can see that they are both not so unalike! Thank-you, Kenaz.
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Date: 2013-11-17 05:27 pm (UTC)Er, Tolkien fandom.
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Date: 2013-11-20 02:40 am (UTC)"Look at her eyes," Elladan moaned, unable to release her from his gaze. "Exquisite."
Elrohir, equally enraptured, nodded. "Like twin amethysts, yet with the fire of the Silmarils blazing within!"
Erestor reached, as if compelled, to stroke here hair. "This color red," he said in a voice hushed with awe, "I have not seen its like since Maedhros' day! She must be the last scion of some high and ancient line, lost to us until now!"
"Queens..." the ethereal maid whispered, her voice ragged from disuse. Each Elf in the room felt his heart contract at the injustice that such a delicate creature should sound so frightened, so haggard.
Reflexively, Erestor dropped to one knee. "My lady, you are a queen?"
"Of course!" Glorfindel slapped his palm to his forehead, and likewise sank in obeisance. "From what realm do you hail, your highness?"
The fair maiden sighed and pinched the bridge of her small and slightly upturned nose. "QUEENS!" she said emphatically. "I'm not a queen; I'm FROM Queens! Will one of you please tell me how the fuck to get back there??"
The assembled throng could only stand there and behold her, speechless.
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Date: 2013-11-22 02:58 am (UTC)He swirled the wine in his glass and raised it; he might have been appraising its color or offering a vague salute to the sun melting over the harbor. Haldir's actions are always deliberate, yet not always immediately comprehensible to me.
"I've always wanted to take up painting. Landscapes and whatnot."
I have always thought myself subtle; an age or two in Elrond's council chambers teaches one a great deal, and the lesson I learned earliest and best was not to let my face show my thoughts. And yet the answer was so unexpected, and so antithetical to every perception I have ever held of Haldir that the old lesson failed me utterly. He took in my bewilderment and laughed. Uproariously. The wine rolled about but remained safely in his glass-- no one has a steadier hand than he, of course.
"Perhaps portraits," he amended, his eyes narrowing as he grinned. "I'll make you my first study."
I'd seen his maps and battle diagrams, the stunted horses that looked more akin to dogs, the trees and mountain ranges all out of scale. I imagined myself on his canvas, cross-eyed and short-necked, and it was my turn to laugh. "All right, then," I said between snickers. "Just tell me where to sit and what to wear."
His eyebrows arched over his inscrutable grey eyes and I wondered just what I had gotten myself into, but found myself quite eager to find out.
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Date: 2013-11-23 12:46 am (UTC)Thanks, K - this is great!
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