From Min and Binky and others...

[kenaz]

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

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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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[minuial_nuwing]

Haldir in Alqualonde, with a glass of wine and an amused partner. *g*

[kenazfiction.livejournal.com]

"So," I asked him, "What next? What does a marchwarden do with no marches to ward?"
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.

[lenine2.livejournal.com]

Haldir, I had no idea you were the Sindarin incarnation of Bob Ross.

[kenazfiction.livejournal.com]

HAPPY LITTLE CLOUDS!

[minuial_nuwing]

I do love your Haldir, in all his incarnations. *g* For some reason I read his companion as Erestor, though you would have thought Elladan would be first to mind. ;) In any case, I would be very interested in seeing where he sits and what he wears, too... :P

Thanks, K - this is great!

[kenazfiction.livejournal.com]

It was totally Erestor! And he totally has a silk dressing gown that may or may not fall open "accidentally." ;D