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zhieStory Name: Whispers
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: 4.Kiss; 255.Starving; 301.Fall; 17.Family; 22.Prejudice; 18.Temper; 6.Adore; 8.Lick
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G to R on these; NC17 for series
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing in the sandbox. I promise to return them when done, without too much sand in their boots.
KISS
“Where are you off to so early?” Anaire was in her dressing gown, while her daughter was already dressed, quiver on her back, boots laced, ready to go.
“Hunting with Celegorm and his brothers,” answered Aredhel, slightly impatient. “I must hurry or they will ride off without me.”
“Is Fingon going with you?”
“My brothers are still asleep,” answered Aredhel with a wry smile. “Do not worry; Maedhros will not let any of us get hurt, and Orome usually accompanies us.”
Anaire sighed and shook her head. “Alright, but be home by supper. And no kissing any of them.”
“Why would I do that?” wondered Aredhel as she left the house.
“You will find out soon enough,” worried Anaire once Aredhel disappeared into the stable.
STARVING
The worst part of my imprisonment was not, contrary to what anyone might think, the actual imprisonment itself. The first few hours were the worst torment, as I hung there, suspended over the chasm. Within a few days when I could no longer wiggle my fingers, I knew my hand was dead. The pain stopped, though at times my arm throbbed to my wrist, my right hand no longer bothered me.
Instead, it was the hunger, the gnawing pain in my stomach. My muscles diminished, my skin tightened over bones that threatened to split through my flesh. I was delirious for days at a time, with rainwater being the only reprieve from my torture. It was a temporary solution, for the unbearable hunger always returned.
FALL
Funny, how little I remember of it. I can still hear the confusion, the panic as it shadowed us and beat its wings with menace. I drew my sword, I shouted at it – what, I barely recall, some insult I am certain, to attract the attention away from all others and put its focus onto me.
And then... there is nothing, as if erased from my mind. The accounts I have read mention the horrendous burning, my clothes and hair on fire. Minstrels have sung of the battle, how hard and long I fought, how brave I was. What I do recall is very dreamlike, when you awake and barely grasp the threads of sleep, except for one thing. I will never forget the fall.
FAMILY
“Not nervous, are you?” Mahtan bent down to kiss his daughter on the top of the head. It seemed like yesterday she was running to him with skinned knees and frogs caught from the pond behind the smithy. Now she sat before her mirror, dressed in dazzling white, a perfectly poised beautiful bride.
“Not really,” replied Nerdanel, putting her hand over the one her father had placed on her shoulder.
He put his other large hand atop her delicate one. “Something is bothering you.”
She smiled. “You know me so well, father.”
“Since the day you were born.”
“Feanor said yesterday he cannot wait to have a large family.” Nerdanel looked concerned.
“Oh, he probably means he wants three children instead of one or two.”
PREJUDICE
“We cannot play with you,” said the youngling.
Elrond pouted, but Elros stepped forward, fists clenched. “Why not?”
One of the others spoke up. “You are not real elves.”
“Yes, we are,” argued Elrond in a quiet voice.
“Look at your ears!” taunted another elfling.
“You are too chubby!”
A tussle would have started had Maedhros not intervened. “Just what constitutes a real elf?” he asked, arms behind his back. “Two hands, two feet, long hair, pointy ears?” The group nodded. “Well then... I guess I am not a real elf, either!” he said to them with menace, drawing forward his maimed arm and pointing the stump at them.
As the children scattered, he patted Elros’ head. “You are too good for them,” he advised.
TEMPER
“One of these days, Caranthir is going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and we will not be around to defend his ass.” Curufin was sitting on the balcony beside Celegorm, reflecting on the day.
Celegorm smiled. “Maybe. Maybe he knows not to say the things he says when he does not have us around to back him up. I remember once, when I was near my majority and he was still an elfling, I asked Nana why his face was so red when he got angry and she said all the color from his would-be red hair had drained down to his cheeks.”
“That explains his black tresses, but what about your fair hair?” wondered Curufin.
“What about it?” growled Celegorm.
ADORE
“It seems you and Andreth get along quite well together,” remarked Finrod. He had watched his brother and the lady holding hands for quite some time, approaching only when she had departed to her home for the evening.
“I adore her,” answered Aegnor as he watched the lingering sun set.
Finrod stepped next to his younger sibling and nudged Aegnor’s shoulder with his own. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Aegnor swallowed hard. “She is mortal.”
“And.. you would rather find an Elven maid, even if she does not hold your heart as Andreth does.”
“No,” said Aegnor quietly as the sun disappeared, moon and stars taking reign. “I will love no other as long as I live, and in death, think only of her.”
LICK
“Enjoying yourself?” asked Maedhros.
Fingon stood still and stared straight ahead, drink held with both hands. “I promised Ada not to do anything to embarrass him,” answered Fingon.
“I will take that to mean you are bored out of your mind.”
“Please, please do nothing that is going to cause a scene.”
“I promise not to do anything,” answered Maedhros, his voice barely a whisper.
“Thank you, love.” But Fingon spoke too soon.
“As for saying something—“
“Oh, you wicked—“
Maedhros cut Fingon off, leaning in close to say, “I want to lick your eyelashes.”
--
“What is going on over there?” huffed Fingolfin. His eldest son had just burst out laughing for no apparent reason in the midst of Turgon’s wedding reception.
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: 4.Kiss; 255.Starving; 301.Fall; 17.Family; 22.Prejudice; 18.Temper; 6.Adore; 8.Lick
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G to R on these; NC17 for series
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing in the sandbox. I promise to return them when done, without too much sand in their boots.
KISS
“Where are you off to so early?” Anaire was in her dressing gown, while her daughter was already dressed, quiver on her back, boots laced, ready to go.
“Hunting with Celegorm and his brothers,” answered Aredhel, slightly impatient. “I must hurry or they will ride off without me.”
“Is Fingon going with you?”
“My brothers are still asleep,” answered Aredhel with a wry smile. “Do not worry; Maedhros will not let any of us get hurt, and Orome usually accompanies us.”
Anaire sighed and shook her head. “Alright, but be home by supper. And no kissing any of them.”
“Why would I do that?” wondered Aredhel as she left the house.
“You will find out soon enough,” worried Anaire once Aredhel disappeared into the stable.
STARVING
The worst part of my imprisonment was not, contrary to what anyone might think, the actual imprisonment itself. The first few hours were the worst torment, as I hung there, suspended over the chasm. Within a few days when I could no longer wiggle my fingers, I knew my hand was dead. The pain stopped, though at times my arm throbbed to my wrist, my right hand no longer bothered me.
Instead, it was the hunger, the gnawing pain in my stomach. My muscles diminished, my skin tightened over bones that threatened to split through my flesh. I was delirious for days at a time, with rainwater being the only reprieve from my torture. It was a temporary solution, for the unbearable hunger always returned.
FALL
Funny, how little I remember of it. I can still hear the confusion, the panic as it shadowed us and beat its wings with menace. I drew my sword, I shouted at it – what, I barely recall, some insult I am certain, to attract the attention away from all others and put its focus onto me.
And then... there is nothing, as if erased from my mind. The accounts I have read mention the horrendous burning, my clothes and hair on fire. Minstrels have sung of the battle, how hard and long I fought, how brave I was. What I do recall is very dreamlike, when you awake and barely grasp the threads of sleep, except for one thing. I will never forget the fall.
FAMILY
“Not nervous, are you?” Mahtan bent down to kiss his daughter on the top of the head. It seemed like yesterday she was running to him with skinned knees and frogs caught from the pond behind the smithy. Now she sat before her mirror, dressed in dazzling white, a perfectly poised beautiful bride.
“Not really,” replied Nerdanel, putting her hand over the one her father had placed on her shoulder.
He put his other large hand atop her delicate one. “Something is bothering you.”
She smiled. “You know me so well, father.”
“Since the day you were born.”
“Feanor said yesterday he cannot wait to have a large family.” Nerdanel looked concerned.
“Oh, he probably means he wants three children instead of one or two.”
PREJUDICE
“We cannot play with you,” said the youngling.
Elrond pouted, but Elros stepped forward, fists clenched. “Why not?”
One of the others spoke up. “You are not real elves.”
“Yes, we are,” argued Elrond in a quiet voice.
“Look at your ears!” taunted another elfling.
“You are too chubby!”
A tussle would have started had Maedhros not intervened. “Just what constitutes a real elf?” he asked, arms behind his back. “Two hands, two feet, long hair, pointy ears?” The group nodded. “Well then... I guess I am not a real elf, either!” he said to them with menace, drawing forward his maimed arm and pointing the stump at them.
As the children scattered, he patted Elros’ head. “You are too good for them,” he advised.
TEMPER
“One of these days, Caranthir is going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and we will not be around to defend his ass.” Curufin was sitting on the balcony beside Celegorm, reflecting on the day.
Celegorm smiled. “Maybe. Maybe he knows not to say the things he says when he does not have us around to back him up. I remember once, when I was near my majority and he was still an elfling, I asked Nana why his face was so red when he got angry and she said all the color from his would-be red hair had drained down to his cheeks.”
“That explains his black tresses, but what about your fair hair?” wondered Curufin.
“What about it?” growled Celegorm.
ADORE
“It seems you and Andreth get along quite well together,” remarked Finrod. He had watched his brother and the lady holding hands for quite some time, approaching only when she had departed to her home for the evening.
“I adore her,” answered Aegnor as he watched the lingering sun set.
Finrod stepped next to his younger sibling and nudged Aegnor’s shoulder with his own. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Aegnor swallowed hard. “She is mortal.”
“And.. you would rather find an Elven maid, even if she does not hold your heart as Andreth does.”
“No,” said Aegnor quietly as the sun disappeared, moon and stars taking reign. “I will love no other as long as I live, and in death, think only of her.”
LICK
“Enjoying yourself?” asked Maedhros.
Fingon stood still and stared straight ahead, drink held with both hands. “I promised Ada not to do anything to embarrass him,” answered Fingon.
“I will take that to mean you are bored out of your mind.”
“Please, please do nothing that is going to cause a scene.”
“I promise not to do anything,” answered Maedhros, his voice barely a whisper.
“Thank you, love.” But Fingon spoke too soon.
“As for saying something—“
“Oh, you wicked—“
Maedhros cut Fingon off, leaning in close to say, “I want to lick your eyelashes.”
--
“What is going on over there?” huffed Fingolfin. His eldest son had just burst out laughing for no apparent reason in the midst of Turgon’s wedding reception.
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Date: 2008-04-13 11:30 pm (UTC)Hugs Binky xxx
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Date: 2008-04-13 11:43 pm (UTC)Nicky
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Date: 2008-04-14 12:21 am (UTC)xD
Kiss was precious. Ah, I remember those days. Icky boys, why would you want to kiss one of them? D:
Starving was powerful and an insightful look at imprisonment. Certainly starvation must be a horrible thing to experience. I whine after going without food for a day. I can hardly imagine the agony of no food for long stretches at a time.
Aww, Fin. D: <3 Well, it's nice to put the idea that he doesn't remember it out there. So often he's tormented by his memories in stories. I like to think that the Valar would be kind enough to let the pain, fear, and agony of reliving your death out of your mind. But the fall - perhaps the worst part of it? Amazing that Fin can stand any heights at all.
Family - no words for this, except a giggle.
Prejudice was one of those 'careful with your words, since you never know who's listening' sort of things. A foot in mouth moment, haha. I just wanted to hug chubby little Elrond - Elros, too, I suppose.
Adore was sweet, in a terribly bitter way.
And Lick. Just... haa. I don't know what to say other than incredibly randomly brilliant. xD