A collection of all the little odd bits I've written that are based on writing memes and other things.
These will be un-beta'd for the most part and (probably) unrelated to other works or even each other. Any/all updates will be as the muse inspires.
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Drabble, Humor, Slash, Vignette
June 26, 2014 Updated:
February 03, 2015
Mathom-house: The 'museum' of Michel Delving
A place in Michel Delving where the Hobbits collected and displayed items they had no particular use for. It was known to contain a store of weapons, and for a time also held Bilbo's mithril coat.
--from "The Encyclopedia of Arda"
1. Chapter 1 by Alquien
2. Chapter 2 by Alquien
3. Chapter 3 by Alquien
4. Chapter 4 by Alquien
5. Chapter 5 by Alquien
6. Chapter 6 by Alquien
7. Chapter 7 by Alquien
Writing meme (from my l-j: Send me a song lyric and a character/pairing/fandom/etc. and I’ll tell you about the fic I’d write with that lyric as the title (and write a few sentences of it).
'I don't want to fall and say I lost it all, because there's a part of me that hit the wall, leaving pieces of me behind, and I feel like I'm breaking inside.'
Pairing: Any, but slash only, please.
Idly, his fingers traced the cracks in the broken floor as he tried to think just when everything had started to go wrong. The most obvious answer was the death of Finwë -- but hadn't the death of Míriel foreshadowed it? Even her very name had proved divisive: Þerindë or Serinde. A long, bitter debate had started over that particular issue, one that was never quite resolved.
There was a noisy rattling of keys, then the heavy door to his room swung open to reveal one of his so-called guards.
"Come. The master has thought of a new use for you."
Thank you to Spiced Wine, who suggested the lyric.
The unnamed elf belongs to the House of Finwë.
'When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me'
"Are you sure this is wise?"
"Of course I'm sure. I'm the king." A brief pause, and then: "You know there's no-one else I'd rather be with and certainly nowhere else I'd rather be."
There was the soft sound of silk sheets sliding over heated bodies, then the quiet was broken by the padding of feet across the marble floor. A drawer opened and closed, followed once again by the return of oddly dainty footsteps and the very faint creak of the wooden bed frame.
"You know, you move quietly for such a big elf."
"Yes, well -- I learned the hard way."
The two lay quietly for a time, luxuriating in their stolen embrace. Such moments were all too rare but they finally began to move in a much more rhythmic fashion, sweat and oil dripping onto the silk.
"Don't the laundresses ever wonder about the amount of oil
they find on your sheets?"
"You're forgetting my many charms."
"Charms indeed. I'll show--"
Just then the bed gave an ominous creak and crashed to the floor with enough force to rattle the windows. Within moments, it seemed there was a frantic pounding on the door.
"Lord Glorfindel! Are you alright? Do you need any help?"
"I'm fine, Erestor. Just one of my nightmares. Balrog, you know." He paused to glare down at the other elf. "Shut up, Gil," he mouthed silently, which only caused the king to shake with silent laughter. It was clear that he was desperately trying to keep quiet and not break into loud guffaws.
"Are you sure, my lord?"
"Quite sure, Erestor. Now please, let me try and go back to sleep."
"Very well then, my lord. If you're sure."
"Yes, Erestor." Glorfindel said with a sigh.
Erestor walked slowly down the hall, muttering to himself. "I will speak to the healers first thing in the morning. These nightmares of his seem to be getting worse; perhaps young Elrond will have a suggestion or two."
Thank you to Glorfindel for suggesting the lyrics.
For Spiced Wine:
Maybe a little follow on from the Banished God. Loki/Van?
Although they had spent many evenings over a glass of wine and a chess game, this night Vanimórë was strangely restless.
"What troubles you?" Loki asked.
"There have been reports of youngsters trying to explore an abandoned mine," Vanimórë replied. "They are good children but as you know, boys are always eager to test their bravery. They need to be warned off rather than punished."
"How well I know," Loki said in a very dry tone. "I think I may have a solution, if you will permit me to try."
"Very well, go ahead with your plan."
Loki reached for Vanimórë's hand and quickly transported them to the old mine. They walked a short distance from the entrance and settled down to wait. A little while later they heard soft footsteps and excited whispers approaching. The two men moved apart then, each to one side of the tunnel.
Vanimórë slid behind an old timber, blending perfectly with the dim light, for his keen Elven sight saw things clearly as if it were full day. He watched as Loki's skin lost its usual pale color and began to turn a deep blue with dark raised markings appearing on his face and arms while his green eyes turned blood red. It seemed that Loki had grown slightly as well, for his head nearly touched the mine's roof as he slowly walked toward the entrance.
The once-excited whispers that had been growing louder were silent now and Vanimórë smiled to himself as he heard the panicked scurrying and frightened squeaks begin to disappear into the distance.
Slowly, Loki turned and walked back to Vanimórë's hiding place.
"Now you see me without the false face," he said bitterly. "You can see me for the monster that I am."
"No, Loki." Vanimórë placed his hand on the cool cheek of his companion, who trembled at the light touch as if he were a colt newly-broken to the bridle. "I know monsters and thou art no monster. Thou art beautiful to me in either form."
Anything you like please!
Elrond looked up as Glorfindel appeared in the door of his office.
"I am leaving now," he said. "Do you have any last orders for me?"
"Be careful around those Men," Elrond replied. "I don't trust them or this project they have planned."
"Erestor is coming with me and my men; it's not like I will be alone."
"Still though..." Elrond hesitated. "Perhaps I am just being over-cautious."
"I'm sure you are." Glorfindel laughed brightly. "You will have to come and see the finished work."
Elrond watched his friends ride off before turning back to his desk and studying the plans once more.
"A great henge made of stone," he murmured to himself. "It sounds absurd, and I doubt if it will stand for more than a generation or two before it is forgotten by all."
Aragorn and Arwen
It was late evening and Aragorn glanced over the documents he was supposed to have signed hours ago. But it had been a long, trying day and he was tired. Worse, he had the feeling there was something in the papers he had overlooked but he couldn't imagine what it could be.
Aragorn sighed tiredly and rubbed his forehead. He'd never truly appreciated how hard ruling a realm was; it gave him an entirely new outlook on what Elrond must have dealt with for nearly an Age.
The door swung open and he looked up to see Arwen approaching him with a heavily laden tray in her hands.
"Come, my love," she said as she placed the tray on his desk. "These papers can wait until morning; your mind will be fresher and clearer after you eat and rest."
LOTR. Your favorite pairing will be wonderful!
At the sound of hoofbeats, Fëanor looked up to see Oromë trotting up the drive on Nahar.
Predictably, Celegorm burst from the house and skidded to a stop in the courtyard.
"Uncle Oromë! Uncle Oromë! What have you brought me, Uncle?"
The Vala chuckled as he dismounted and threw Nahar's reins to Fëanor. He leaned down and ruffled the boy's yellow curls.
"And what makes you think I have anything for you? I might have business with your father, you know."
"No, you don't! You have something in your pocket; I can tell!"
"Maybe we'd better go in the house then," the Vala said as Celegorm proudly escorted him to their door, "so we can find out."
Fëanor bit back a sight and hoped this time it would be something furred or fathered and not finned. Nerdanel took an increasingly dim view of finding finned creatures in their drinking water and upon their discovery, she more often then not banished Fëanor to his smithy. Not that Fëanor minded that part too much, but he had only been permitted back in their rooms this past week and he would like to remain there.
In your own space, talk about your fannish origin story. How did you come to fandom, why did you choose your fannish name, do you have more than one secret identity? Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I suppose my love of fandom started back when I was just a kid and I had read "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings" for the first time. Interestingly, I was told by my favorite cousin -- who had also been the one to give me the books -- to read "The Hobbit" first because it set up the larger world of LoTR. So I spent a glorious summer reading about Middle Earth and I was hooked. (The Silmarillion was far in the future and yet to be published.)
That fall, I started watching a *brand new* tv show called Star Trek (in the days before it became known as TOS.) I also read a lot of comic books and I devoured anything that had 'myth' as part of the story.
I knew there was a larger world that had people who were like me (aka: females who enjoyed elves and scifi and all sorts of 'less girly' things) but I had no way of knowing how to find them, let alone *where*. Back then you had to know other people in order to find any entrance into fandom and I just didn't know how to find people like that -- I only knew they didn't live in the middle of F'n Nowhere like me.
SO... fast forward for a few years (ok, decades.)
Of course, there were movies I saw and adored at this time, notably the original 'Star Wars' trilogy and 'Blade Runner' to name but a few. Mostly movies based on King Arthur but there was one called 'Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves' which featured two "new-to-me" actors named Morgan Freeman and Alan Rickman. I believe you may have heard of them, yes? :)
In the mid-90's I finally discovered "The X-Files" and since I now had limited internet access, I slowly began learning about the wider world of fandom and fanfic. I began to write and meet people online through fan sites. (Oddly enough, I didn't access FFN until much later but I'm getting ahead of myself.)
I really enjoyed "XF" -- right up until the first movie and after Season 6. Then it slowly began to tank and I just lost heart and only followed a few of the fan writers. But the way the show was being handled broke my heart and I swore I'd never get so caught up in a tv series again. (It's also a big part of why I never followed my XF friends over to SPN.)
It was also about this time that my mom became critically ill (cancer) and caring for her took up nearly all of my time from then until she passed on in 2004. I'd guesstimate that 90% of any/all fannish activity came to a standstill then.
I did see the first LoTR movies and I've written elsewhere about my first viewing of "Fellowship." I also saw PoTC 1 as well because pirates. So you might say that though I was aware of the movies, I wasn't in the fandom. I wasn't in any specific fandom, really. (Though I also had the misfortune to see the 'new' Star Wars movie and Lucas managed to do what I had thought impossible -- he turned me violently against not just that film but any new SW works that might show up. I've never seen the other two and don't plan to either. And the next three that are being promised... no, thank you.)
2006. Brokeback Mountain. Heath. I've already posted a ton about them but if you want to know more either look back to that year or ask.
Finally, in 2008/9, I returned to what I had loved first: LoTR and I've stayed with it ever since. Since 2012 I have been slightly drawn into MCU (courtesy of one Norse trickster god) but I still consider Tolkien as my main fandom.
Interestingly, I never was very into FFN although I did manage to find some of my favorite writers through it -- who were also archived elsewhere.
My name is due to a typo I made once and I decided to keep it. Most of my work can be found under this name (or some variant thereof) or (since 2011) Alquien, which I use mainly for my Tolkien work.
This was originally posted at my lj for the Fandom Snowflake Challenge of 2015.
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