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zhieStory Name: Whispers
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: 55. Accident; 75. Pleased to Meet You; 20. Leaves; 116. Hero; 89. Cold; 155. Kiss Me
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G to NC17 range 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.
ACCIDENT
“Oops... sorry.” Curufin tried to look apologetic as Fingon picked himself up from the ground. The shy ellon mumbled something before speeding away.
Maedhros shoved Curufin from his perch on the low wall once Fingon was out of range. “Sorry? What was the gain in intentionally tripping him?”
“It was an accident.”
“Bullshit.” Maedhros poked his finger against Curufin’s chest. Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to see your reaction,” smirked the younger brother. Still on the wall was Celegorm, looking haughtily amused.
“Better go see to your puppy; looks like he’s crying,” observed Celegorm.
With a glare that was directed at both of them, Maedhros growled, “I will deal with both of you later.” He pushed past Curufin and jogged towards his cousin.
“Pleased To Meet You”
He was thrown onto the floor, scraped and scarred, one eye swollen shut, his lip split. Blood dripped onto the stone and he spat toward the feet of the nearest orc. He wiped the red-speckled spittle away gently. Two fingers were broken, he realized with a sigh.
“What have you found?” rumbled a voice on high.
“An elf, wandering in the mountains. He had this.” The orc held up the torn sash, displaying the colors and crest of Gondolin. “He has refused to speak.”
“He will not refuse me. Get him up!”
Maeglin was hauled to his feet and dragged before the vile lord. “I am Morgoth,” he said in a voice to make most tremble.
“Are you? Pleased to meet you,” answered Maeglin cockily.
LEAVES
When I was little and played with my friends, I always desired to win. Even in games where the point was just to have a little fun, I only had fun if I eventually won... which sometimes meant making the others cry or run away. There was one who did neither, who tried in his own juvenile way to warn me. “You are so mean, Artanis,” he told me once. “If you ever become queen, I hope everyone has enough sense to hide from you.”
I suppose it is fitting that I rule a place with more trees than people in it. Trees have thicker skin and are not often prone to running away. Galadhriel, Queen of the Leaves, I have overheard Thranduil say now.
HERO
“I cannot understand that little one at the festival yesterday.”
“Which one? The one who was gushing about Feanor being his hero?” Glorfindel and Elrond were sitting in the parlor, waiting for Erestor.
Elrond nodded. “Knowing what he did, how can anyone perceive him in such a way? Perhaps the child does not know the full story.”
“There are many elflings fully aware of Feanor’s deeds who still hold him in high regard.” As Erestor entered, Glorfindel added, “And a few full grown elves as well.”
“Inferring something?” asked Erestor as he sat down, eyes glued to his book.
“You envy Feanor,” said Glorfindel simply. Erestor did not deny it.
“Why?” questioned Elrond.
Erestor looked up. “If you have to ask, you will never understand.”
COLD
“Are you getting cold? If you are, we should go back.”
“Cold? No, I am fine. I love walking through the garden after the first snowfall.” Celebrian strolled at a leisurely pace beside her betrothed, glad for the conversation. Elrond had been quiet for some time. She glanced at him and noticed his pinkish cheeks and nose, his hands buried in his pockets. “Are you cold?”
“What? Me? N-n-no.” He swallowed to disguise the chatter of his teeth. “No. I am well.”
They walked a few paces more before Elrond turned up his collar and shivered slightly. Celebrian paused. “I am... a little tired,” she said to save his pride.
“Well, we should return to the house immediately then!” He led them back in haste.
KISS ME
After a long search, Glorfindel finally found who he sought. Erestor sat on the overhang of the house, peering at small celebration below. “You are hard to find.”
“Who said I wanted to be found?” Erestor watched Glorfindel reveal a smashed clump of leaves. “What is that?” he asked. As Glorfindel slid closer and lifted it above them, Erestor laughed and shook his head. “No, Fin.”
“Oh, come on, you have to.”
“On the contrary,” argued Erestor as he backed his way up against the chimney, but Glorfindel pursued. He bowed his head, and Erestor turned away.
“Fine.” Glorfindel pitched the mistletoe off the roof. “Be that way.”
They sat in silence, until—
“Glorfindel.”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me.”
“...really?”
“Better hurry before I change my mind.”
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: 55. Accident; 75. Pleased to Meet You; 20. Leaves; 116. Hero; 89. Cold; 155. Kiss Me
Word Count: 125 each
Rating: G to NC17 range 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.
ACCIDENT
“Oops... sorry.” Curufin tried to look apologetic as Fingon picked himself up from the ground. The shy ellon mumbled something before speeding away.
Maedhros shoved Curufin from his perch on the low wall once Fingon was out of range. “Sorry? What was the gain in intentionally tripping him?”
“It was an accident.”
“Bullshit.” Maedhros poked his finger against Curufin’s chest. Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to see your reaction,” smirked the younger brother. Still on the wall was Celegorm, looking haughtily amused.
“Better go see to your puppy; looks like he’s crying,” observed Celegorm.
With a glare that was directed at both of them, Maedhros growled, “I will deal with both of you later.” He pushed past Curufin and jogged towards his cousin.
“Pleased To Meet You”
He was thrown onto the floor, scraped and scarred, one eye swollen shut, his lip split. Blood dripped onto the stone and he spat toward the feet of the nearest orc. He wiped the red-speckled spittle away gently. Two fingers were broken, he realized with a sigh.
“What have you found?” rumbled a voice on high.
“An elf, wandering in the mountains. He had this.” The orc held up the torn sash, displaying the colors and crest of Gondolin. “He has refused to speak.”
“He will not refuse me. Get him up!”
Maeglin was hauled to his feet and dragged before the vile lord. “I am Morgoth,” he said in a voice to make most tremble.
“Are you? Pleased to meet you,” answered Maeglin cockily.
LEAVES
When I was little and played with my friends, I always desired to win. Even in games where the point was just to have a little fun, I only had fun if I eventually won... which sometimes meant making the others cry or run away. There was one who did neither, who tried in his own juvenile way to warn me. “You are so mean, Artanis,” he told me once. “If you ever become queen, I hope everyone has enough sense to hide from you.”
I suppose it is fitting that I rule a place with more trees than people in it. Trees have thicker skin and are not often prone to running away. Galadhriel, Queen of the Leaves, I have overheard Thranduil say now.
HERO
“I cannot understand that little one at the festival yesterday.”
“Which one? The one who was gushing about Feanor being his hero?” Glorfindel and Elrond were sitting in the parlor, waiting for Erestor.
Elrond nodded. “Knowing what he did, how can anyone perceive him in such a way? Perhaps the child does not know the full story.”
“There are many elflings fully aware of Feanor’s deeds who still hold him in high regard.” As Erestor entered, Glorfindel added, “And a few full grown elves as well.”
“Inferring something?” asked Erestor as he sat down, eyes glued to his book.
“You envy Feanor,” said Glorfindel simply. Erestor did not deny it.
“Why?” questioned Elrond.
Erestor looked up. “If you have to ask, you will never understand.”
COLD
“Are you getting cold? If you are, we should go back.”
“Cold? No, I am fine. I love walking through the garden after the first snowfall.” Celebrian strolled at a leisurely pace beside her betrothed, glad for the conversation. Elrond had been quiet for some time. She glanced at him and noticed his pinkish cheeks and nose, his hands buried in his pockets. “Are you cold?”
“What? Me? N-n-no.” He swallowed to disguise the chatter of his teeth. “No. I am well.”
They walked a few paces more before Elrond turned up his collar and shivered slightly. Celebrian paused. “I am... a little tired,” she said to save his pride.
“Well, we should return to the house immediately then!” He led them back in haste.
KISS ME
After a long search, Glorfindel finally found who he sought. Erestor sat on the overhang of the house, peering at small celebration below. “You are hard to find.”
“Who said I wanted to be found?” Erestor watched Glorfindel reveal a smashed clump of leaves. “What is that?” he asked. As Glorfindel slid closer and lifted it above them, Erestor laughed and shook his head. “No, Fin.”
“Oh, come on, you have to.”
“On the contrary,” argued Erestor as he backed his way up against the chimney, but Glorfindel pursued. He bowed his head, and Erestor turned away.
“Fine.” Glorfindel pitched the mistletoe off the roof. “Be that way.”
They sat in silence, until—
“Glorfindel.”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me.”
“...really?”
“Better hurry before I change my mind.”
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Date: 2008-04-20 09:52 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-04-20 09:55 pm (UTC)Pleased to Meet You kind of made me giggle. Not sure if that's the appropriate reaction, but I did. Something about haughty sarcasm just gets me every time.
Leaves made me smile and think of my childhood again. I remember I used to throw a fit if I lost at anything when I was little. I'm not sure how my parents didn't beat me, when I think back, aha.
Erestor's closing line in Hero was very nice. I sometimes hate when people say that - or some variation of it - but sometimes it's just the truth.
Heee, I laughed at Cold. I don't think I'd be able to put up being around elves who weren't bothered by cold. I'd probably half kill myself trying to not be the loser who always spoiled the good fun.
Need I even say anything for Kiss Me? I could picture that scene easily, and I laughed. Personally, I imagined the scene right after Erestor's last line to be something of a lunging pounce from Glorfindel, though slowed just enough so it wouldn't look like a mauling. Wouldn't want him to change his mind during the approach, you know.
And I somehow think that moment (and demand) would be imprinted in Glorfindel's mind for quite a long time, no?