FIC: Citius Altius Fortius (9/25) Lost and Found

Title: Citius, Altius, Fortius (9/25)
Author: Zhie
Summary: An autumn tale that follows Fingolfin’s children through small adventures and first loves. Gen, het, and slash all rolled into one.
Rating: Some scenes NC17, mostly PGish
Characters: Fingon/Maedhros; Turgon/Elenwe; Aredhel/Celegorm; Argon; their parent-folk, cousins, and other family members
Archive: http://phoenix.zhie.us
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s characters are property of his estate; I’m just playing with them and will return them when I’m done feeding them cheesecake.
Author Notes: Written for NaNoWriMo 2008. Bunniverse compatible.

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Year in Review - 2008

Year in Review – 2008 – beginning of the first entry of each month

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People downstairs are having their yearly party, where we are always told, if it gets too loud, stomp on the floor.

Hi, all... I realized after a couple conversations last week with different people that I've done a horrible, horrible job in promoting the weekly Elf Chat.

Nanoedmo is over. I barely made it, 50.17 hours. No more Unforgettable for a while. I have het to write.

Upon a suggestion from Celebrian that Tintilien would benefit from socialization with her peers, Erestor began to take her with him to Gondolindon once a week to attend dancing and singing lessons at an all-girls school.

Never let it be said the King of Gondolin gets no respect

The only thing Glorfindel saw were orcs.

Part the third...Hmm... seem to have lost the header... oh well...here there be fic... “If this bothers you, I can go into the nursery,” offered Celebrian when she noticed Glorfindel’s muted stare.

adventures in cataloging: if it's a book about a m/f couple, it gets numbered 646.77 -- dating and choice of mate, if it's a book about a m/m couple, it gets numbered 305.38 -- aspects of sociology of men

In these difficult financial times, I offer a bit of advice to those out there who might not be <3ing the Sunday paper inserts the way they should.

technically, i don't quite have my nano idea yet

The rings were never the best event for Fingon, who stared up at them with minor trepidation before leaping up into the air and grasping hold of his gymnastic nemesis.

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Well, that was boring compared to 2007, which started out like this:

The taste of champagne was still on his lips as he awoke, feeling the familiar comfort of someone nuzzling against his body until he realized quite suddenly that those were not his lover’s arms around him and that was not his lover’s leg over his thigh, for his lover was watching him lazily, snuggled up to someone else entirely and yet wearing a smirk, so as to say, ‘This is a fine mess indeed that we have gotten ourselves into this time!’

Eventually, I WILL figure out a fic to put that into. Perhaps for Screw Yule… which is creeping up upon us!