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*huggles to all commentators* I need to respond yet, but I had to decide between that and next part, and figured, y'all might like the next part slightly more... enjoy!

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Unforgivable: Chapter Six

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Title: Unforgivable (Chapter One)
Characters: Elves who manage to survive the fall of Gondolin, plus, a couple others, and lots more baddies than goodies
Summary: The beginning of the end (of the First Age)
Rating: NC17 by the end of it all
Notes: Follows ‘Unforgettable’ (which isn’t finished yet.... but I know how it ends, and people reading it know how it ends, so I’m at peace with posting this now)

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wc=32506

Nov. 18th, 2009 12:09 am
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Tonight's writing included Morgoth getting ready to sing (not as crazy as it sounds) and also a crazysexyhotangstydream (with much thanks to punkinelf for letting me molest her plot bunny for that)

Now, I should really put up something very blah for the excerpt, because it's just going to spoil anyone reading these if I... wait, what was that? I heard someone in the back demand the crazysexyhotangstydream sequence. Well, can't argue with that.

Uhh... Jake... don't look... I don't need you scarred...

please remember, this is all unedited, and written word after word without stopping... a lot some of it will be rewritten come March

boy elves admitting they might just like each other )

wc=30237

Nov. 17th, 2009 01:47 am
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Gildor is the best thing that happened to this story. It's amazing. I owe him cheesecake.

A whole cheesecake.



And, here's another excerpt. Because, it's as close to what someone would like as can happen in this story (though... I really, really need to do a segment of Meanwhile in Rivendell) once I finish with this...

This was mostly written during word wars tonight, so I'm not sure it will stay like this, probably needs some editing.

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Not a full chapter, just a part I enjoyed writing.

And, also? Gildor has been quite the plot bunny himself. For an elf that I seriously disliked to the point of near hate for years, he has come through when I needed him. Maybe he's not so bad after all....

also... after this novel gets finished, i am considering breaking it into two parts

the first would still be titled Unforgivable

the second would be titled Like a Rainbow in the Dark

Yes, I've been listening to a LOT of Dio lately...


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Nov. 15th, 2009 10:17 am
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I had a thought this morning. The only really good parts of this novel so far are the flashbacks about Glorfindel. Why not scrap the rest, and jump back and tell this as a pre-Unforgettable story instead of a post-Unforgettable story?

And then, I was thinking about it, and really this novel is about letting go (though temporarily). Just as Erestor is having trouble moving forward after Glorfindel's death, I'm having trouble moving a story forward without him -- so much so, I keep writing flashbacks.

Still not sure where I'm going with things on this. Hopefully I'll be at 25K tonight, one way or another.

still haven't budged from 22099...
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Title: Unforgivable (prologue)
Characters: Elves who manage to survive the fall of Gondolin, plus, a couple others, and lots more baddies than goodies
Summary: The beginning of the end (of the First Age)
Rating: NC17 by the end of it all
Notes: Follows ‘Unforgettable’ (which isn’t finished yet.... but I know how it ends, and people reading it know how it ends, so I’m at peace with posting this now)

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WC: 7875

Nov. 6th, 2009 12:00 am
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Not bad, considering the events of the day.

Good news: I'm not that far behind.

Bad news: Spent almost the whole word count for today writing smut --- Mark's fault!! A discussion of how many tits Erestor has sucked in his life just... led to... more tit sucking, I'm afraid.

Oops, sorry, there's probably some people I just... aw, hell, this journal's marked as being adult. And, anything in November is just... it's November. It's NaNo. My Novembers are for writing these days, not politic-ing. If it were the other way around, I certainly wouldn't be using the word tits in my entry.

Anyhow, I better get back to it... I left him mid-tit there... any what's worse, the elleth doesn't even have a name yet...

WC: 3613

Nov. 3rd, 2009 12:30 am
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excerpt:

“Good evening, Lord Erestor.”

“Good evening!” Erestor had just sat down at one of the long tables. They were crude, and had benches alongside them instead of chairs, but they were cozy and welcome after an evening of dancing. The city was not yet built completely, with only two finished gates surrounding the realm. Nonetheless, it was not a night to worry about the lack of plumbing or the lack of housing or the lack of security, but instead a time for relaxation. A server came to the table, and Erestor lifted an empty goblet to be filled. The blond who had sat down opposite him shook his head and lifted up his open palm when the server offered wine to him as well. As they were left alone, Erestor lifted his goblet up. “Cheers!”

“Cheers.” The blond waited for Erestor to set his drink back down before he said, “You do not remember me, do you.”

Erestor tried to tame his smirk, but failed miserably. “I fear you are correct, friend. I am certain I have seen you about, and—“

“Lord Ecthelion introduced us when you arrived.”

“And... you work in his house,” guessed Erestor.

The blond shook his head.

“You... you happen to be related?”

There was a wide grin, and the blond twirled a lock of his hair.

“Alright, that must not be it. I must apologize; I have a terrible memory for names.”

“Glorfindel.”

“Oh! Yes... oh, and you were trying to give me a hint as to your name.”

Glorfindel smiled brightly. “Now that you know, it will be hard for you to forget. So few have so accurate a namesake as I.” For emphasis, he fluffed out the waves of gold that flowed over his shoulder.

“How true. And might I be so bold as to ask, for it is on my mind now as it was when we first met, are you of Vanyarin heritage?”

“It was what my mother claimed.” The smile faded, and he fell momentarily silent as a minstrel with all the flair and folly of a jester skipped up to their table and held out a brightly wrapped cracker to the pair.

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