(Many thanks to
lignota for the suggestion of a daily post!)

The numbers for today, July 16 are: I12 and O43
Yesterday's numbers were: N22 and O37
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You're welcome to post links to your fills, evidence for stamp claims, ask for help, brag, chat or brainstorm here. If you have concerns you'd rather keep private, email us at moderator@silmarillionwritersguild.org, or send an ask to The SWG tumblr or Silmladylove.

The numbers for today, July 16 are: I12 and O43
Yesterday's numbers were: N22 and O37
Find the TFW Bingo page here
You're welcome to post links to your fills, evidence for stamp claims, ask for help, brag, chat or brainstorm here. If you have concerns you'd rather keep private, email us at moderator@silmarillionwritersguild.org, or send an ask to The SWG tumblr or Silmladylove.
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Date: 2016-07-16 06:32 pm (UTC)Here's a fill:
Title: To an absent lover
Author: Himring
Card and Prompt: Silmarillion Locations: Dorthonion (N22), Amon Rudh (O37). Story elements: A flute (O37)
Pairing/Characters: OFC/OFC (both Sindar)
Rating, Warnings: PG, no specific warning, except for allusions to canon events
Summary: Two Sindar before the return of Morgoth from Valinor, one of them looking back on that time.
Author's Notes: Free verse.
I would like this story to be included in the SWG's August Newsletter: Yes (but planning to cross-post it to SWG anyway)
http://hhimring.livejournal.com/163519.html
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Date: 2016-07-16 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-17 08:44 pm (UTC)I'm very conscious that yesterday was the day I had the most time and I probably won't manage to do much else--so I hadn't really worried very much about stamps.
But I'm so glad I managed to write a thing for this!
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Date: 2016-07-18 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-16 09:25 pm (UTC)For the July 15 cards:
Book Title: Fall on Your Knees
Emotions: Kindness, Defeat
NSFW: Oral Sex
Lyrics and Poetry: "Bring wings to the weak and bring grace to the strong / May all evil stumble where it flies in the world"
Currently at 1865 words, and here's a snippet from the beginning of the fic:
The wet sand at the waterline shifted under the weight of Anairë's kneeling form, and a wave rushed up around her feet, tugged on the thin fabric of the shift she wore, and pulled back out to sea, taking with it the sting of salt and cool water before the next onrush came and brought it back.
The waves were growing higher with the tide.
By the time Anairë picked herself up the morning was almost past, but the cool sea air and the cooler water had done what she had hoped; the racing of her heart had calmed into a murmur, and her abject, speechless terror had faded, and all the interjections she hadn't spoken out loud - I will not lose you, too! I will not be widowed twice, or make you a widow, for if you take the fleet east then I will go with you, and who can say whether either of us survive this war! Will you make the same mistake as Nolofinwë thinking you can best the Dark Lord and end trampled and broken? I forbid it, I cannot bear this, Eärwen, my queen and wife, I beg - had gone behind her teeth, no longer on her lips, and in time she would be able to swallow them down.
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Date: 2016-07-16 09:55 pm (UTC)As I mentioned, I'm feeling inspired by the Crack Pairings card. I have a WIP with 1504 words written, using the following prompts:
Crack Pairings: Tar-Ancalimë/Idril (N22)
Language of Flowers: Carnation: Fascination (O37)
Story Elements: A flute (O37)
(It's one-sided, unfortunately for Ancalimë.) This will take a while longer to finish, but here's my snippet:
Ancalimë had planned the scene well. The white sand stretched before them down to the ocean, and the white foam glimmered in the starlight. The waves whispered gently along the beach. Ancalimë slipped off her sandals and walked barefoot over the sand as Celebrindal did. They were near enough to the ocean that the bolder waves splashed over their toes. Ancalimë felt her heart beating faster as she moved closer to Celebrindal. Behind them, the sound of a flute arose, played by one of the Elves. Its voice was soft and melancholy in the darkness. On a night like this, it seemed that anything could happen.
I'm also working on another WIP (currently at 1028 words) with these prompts:
Crack Pairings: Théodwyn/Míriel
Language of Flowers: Witch-Hazel: A Magic Spell
Emotions: Hope
It didn't specify which Míriel, so I picked Míriel Serindë. I'm not claiming those stamps yet, since I have another day for these prompts and I want to see if I can finish it tomorrow, but have a snippet anyway:
Théodwyn knows she is dying. Her women urge her to keep to her bed, to save her remaining strength. She hears their words in silence. But when they have gone, she walks on unsteady legs back to her loom, half-falls onto her bench, and plies the shuttle with feverish haste.
Théodwyn has one thing left to do. It is not only thread she weaves in her tapestry. With every movement of the shuttle, she sings the old charms, weaving spells of protection for her son and daughter--so young to be left without father or mother!--for her beloved brother and the people he rules. Her voice cracks and her hand trembles, but she will not yield until the end. She thinks of oath-sworn warriors falling one by one around their king, singing as they wield their swords in what they know is their final battle. Will shall be sterner, heart the bolder, spirit the greater as our strength lessens. Théodwyn too is a daughter of kings, of shieldmaidens and valiant warriors.
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