Whispers : Prompts 51, 54, 268, 274, 333
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zhieStory Name: Whispers
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: 268.Wander, 274.Words, 51.Impress, 54.Stare, 333.Resist
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.
WANDER
“Do you ever think about going back to Lindon?”
“And... doing what, exactly?” Gildor moved aside as one of the canvas covered wagons moved to a different position in the caravan.
“Rebuild it,” suggested Galadriel. “The soil is yet rich and not everything was destroyed.”
“Perhaps some buildings yet stand, but too many hopes and dreams died there. When I took leadership of these refugees, I did so knowing they had no desire to return to the ruin.”
“What about you?” pressed Galadriel as Gildor mounted his horse. “What is your desire?”
Gildor sat in silence, a smile brightening the mood of his departure. “Knowledge, as always, and I learn more doing than reading.”
“Ever like his father,” murmured Galadriel as he nephew rode away.
WORDS
Aredhel perched upon the edge of the chair beside her brother’s throne. She wasted no time with idle talk. “Too long have I lingered within these high walls, gate upon gate trapping me within. Once we rode and hunted in what woods are here in Gondolin, but now the crown sits heavy upon my brother’s brow. It is my wish to see Fingon.
“Our brother is busied with his own troubles.”
“Perhaps; and yet, it is what I desire.”
Turgon dared not look at her, knowing he would give in sooner. “You ask my leave, and I forbid you to go. I have doubts that my word will keep you here.”
“Perhaps a little while it might, but my will is stronger than mere words.”
IMPRESS
“Aredhel! Aredhel! Watch this!” Curufin sped his horse towards the hedges, leaping clear over with the beast barely clipping the leaves.
Celegorm rode back around, giving those who were applauding an incredulous look. “That impresses you?” And before waiting for an answer, galloped away, only to return at a greater speed. He headed right towards his brother, and Curufin instinctively covered his head with his arms as his brother fearlessly pushed his stallion to jump over Curufin and his horse.
Maedhros nudged his mount sideways in order to speak to Aredhel as everyone else laughed at Celegorm’s smugness and Curufin’s curses. “Do you ever get tired of watching them curry your favor?”
“Rogues, all of you,” answered Aredhel as Maglor attempted to best his brothers.
STARE
“What are the two of you doing? Your mother has shouted for the last ten minutes.” Elrond approached the table. His sons were sitting, staring at the other. “What is going on?”
“Shh, Ada, you will break my concentration,” insisted Elladan, his eyes never moving.
Elrohir answered back, “A small distraction like that has no effect on me.”
With a sigh, Celebrian entered the room, looking harried and a little angry. “Are those two having another staring contest? I need help in here!”
“It will not be long, Nana, El is bound to blink soon,” Elladan reassured her.
“Nuh-uh.”
Elrond rolled his own eyes, reached his hand between them and snapped his fingers, making the twins jump and blink. “Go help your mother,” he scolded.
RESIST
Patience is a virtue. It rings in my ears as my mantra.
I am alone with him now. In a house vast enough for hundreds to live in, only he and I haunt the halls. Every time I see him lurking in a corridor, I want to call out to him, fling my arms around him... but I resist.
Patience is a virtue...
We sit together for meals often, for there is no one else to sit with. I steal glances every moment I get, be it in conversation or when he sips his drink. I want to slide into his lap, lick the wine from his lips... but I resist.
Patience is a virtue...
I want to hold him, have him...
Damn my patience.
Author: Zhie
Fandom: Tolkien
C/CP: House of Finwe
Prompt Word: 268.Wander, 274.Words, 51.Impress, 54.Stare, 333.Resist
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.
WANDER
“Do you ever think about going back to Lindon?”
“And... doing what, exactly?” Gildor moved aside as one of the canvas covered wagons moved to a different position in the caravan.
“Rebuild it,” suggested Galadriel. “The soil is yet rich and not everything was destroyed.”
“Perhaps some buildings yet stand, but too many hopes and dreams died there. When I took leadership of these refugees, I did so knowing they had no desire to return to the ruin.”
“What about you?” pressed Galadriel as Gildor mounted his horse. “What is your desire?”
Gildor sat in silence, a smile brightening the mood of his departure. “Knowledge, as always, and I learn more doing than reading.”
“Ever like his father,” murmured Galadriel as he nephew rode away.
WORDS
Aredhel perched upon the edge of the chair beside her brother’s throne. She wasted no time with idle talk. “Too long have I lingered within these high walls, gate upon gate trapping me within. Once we rode and hunted in what woods are here in Gondolin, but now the crown sits heavy upon my brother’s brow. It is my wish to see Fingon.
“Our brother is busied with his own troubles.”
“Perhaps; and yet, it is what I desire.”
Turgon dared not look at her, knowing he would give in sooner. “You ask my leave, and I forbid you to go. I have doubts that my word will keep you here.”
“Perhaps a little while it might, but my will is stronger than mere words.”
IMPRESS
“Aredhel! Aredhel! Watch this!” Curufin sped his horse towards the hedges, leaping clear over with the beast barely clipping the leaves.
Celegorm rode back around, giving those who were applauding an incredulous look. “That impresses you?” And before waiting for an answer, galloped away, only to return at a greater speed. He headed right towards his brother, and Curufin instinctively covered his head with his arms as his brother fearlessly pushed his stallion to jump over Curufin and his horse.
Maedhros nudged his mount sideways in order to speak to Aredhel as everyone else laughed at Celegorm’s smugness and Curufin’s curses. “Do you ever get tired of watching them curry your favor?”
“Rogues, all of you,” answered Aredhel as Maglor attempted to best his brothers.
STARE
“What are the two of you doing? Your mother has shouted for the last ten minutes.” Elrond approached the table. His sons were sitting, staring at the other. “What is going on?”
“Shh, Ada, you will break my concentration,” insisted Elladan, his eyes never moving.
Elrohir answered back, “A small distraction like that has no effect on me.”
With a sigh, Celebrian entered the room, looking harried and a little angry. “Are those two having another staring contest? I need help in here!”
“It will not be long, Nana, El is bound to blink soon,” Elladan reassured her.
“Nuh-uh.”
Elrond rolled his own eyes, reached his hand between them and snapped his fingers, making the twins jump and blink. “Go help your mother,” he scolded.
RESIST
Patience is a virtue. It rings in my ears as my mantra.
I am alone with him now. In a house vast enough for hundreds to live in, only he and I haunt the halls. Every time I see him lurking in a corridor, I want to call out to him, fling my arms around him... but I resist.
Patience is a virtue...
We sit together for meals often, for there is no one else to sit with. I steal glances every moment I get, be it in conversation or when he sips his drink. I want to slide into his lap, lick the wine from his lips... but I resist.
Patience is a virtue...
I want to hold him, have him...
Damn my patience.
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Date: 2008-04-21 01:10 am (UTC)These were all a bit lighter, and I enjoyed them. Not that the darker ones aren't fun, of course.
Impress made me giggle. It was just such a cute scene, and so very adolescent and silly. :3 Stare was also an adorably silly and cute piece. Obviously, neither twin was a true starer, or else they could have survived a finger snap attack.
Resist... ah! As I said earlier, it makes me so happy the muses come at the end of many of these prompt groups. I must say, his patience is ridiculous. If I were in his shoes... yeah, there'd be a lot less patience and a lot more wine-off-lips-licking. Let's be honest, here. Would anyone - even/especially Erestor - really find themselves so upset with a lapful of Fin? He might be a bit big/heavy for me, but hell, I'd manage.