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Date: 2016-07-19 02:10 am (UTC)Formats and Genres: Drabble Series (G31)
Opposites Attract: optimist/pessimist (O41)
Emotions: Courage (O41)
Four Words: exile, hands, diversion, perception (O41)
Emotions: Hunger (G31)
Emotions: Lust (I15)
Four Words: ocean, thousand, ceramic, fever (G31)
Language of Flowers: Gladiolus: Strength of Character (O41)
Language of Flowers: Hollyhock: Ambition (N19)
Song for Two Voices (510 words) by Zdenka
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Elemmírë/Írimë | Lalwen
Characters: Elemmírë (Tolkien), Írimë | Lalwen
Additional Tags: First Person, POV Alternating
Summary:
Írimë goes into exile and Elemmírë stays behind, but their thoughts are with each other, on the Ice or in the darkness. (A sequence of five drabbles.)
And the second one is for the Crack Pairings card, Aredhel/Goldberry (N19). Currently at 1382 words; it's more or less done but I want to sleep on it and then edit a little more before I post it. Snippet for proof:
“I am Aredhel.” It is on her lips to add “of Gondolin” or “daughter of the King of the Noldor,” but somehow formalities seem out of place here on the riverbank. And has she not fled Gondolin and the rank that confined her? She asks instead, “What are you called?”
The maiden laughs, shaking her head; the motion casts droplets of water onto the grass, where they shine like dew. “Your people give one name to the river when it is a streamlet at the mountain’s roots, and another when it grows mighty and rushes to the Sea. But the river is the same. I am a river-daughter; the River-woman is my mother. I have no name, nor need one!”
“You have my thanks, River-daughter.”
“I brought you food,” the river-daughter says eagerly. Aredhel looks where she indicates; there is a morsel of honey-comb and berries gathered on a green leaf.
Aredhel dips a finger in the dripping honey and brings it to her lips. She was not conscious of being hungry, but suddenly she finds she is ravenous. She does not look up again until she has eaten all there is and licked the last drops of honey from the leaf. “Do you eat?” she asks then. Perhaps she should have left some; she is well familiar with rationing food from her time on the Ice.
The river-daughter smiles, as if sharing a secret. “I drink,” she says, “when the sweet rain falls. But I do not need food as you do. Are you still tired?”
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Date: 2016-07-19 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-19 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-19 07:56 pm (UTC)There's a snippet below; currently at 952 words, for these July 18 prompts:
Book Titles: Sing You Home
Emotions: Hunger
NSFW: Vanilla
Lyrics and Poetry: "The lines of you were the closest thing to holy I had ever heard" and "The petals reach inward, the blue lips bend toward the bluer heart, and the flowers are lost"
The first time she fled was in midwinter and three months with child, while they were slaughtering the geese for the midwinter feast.
It was going to be a girl. Everyone said - from Lothrin, her mother-in-law who claimed a thin share of Dúnedain blood and a thinner share of their foresight, and Aridhwen the Queen Mother, who had both in abundance, uttering even as Ivriluin's hand was fasted to Carndur's before the greatest barrow on the downs - the site of marriages as far back as any of them could remember - that the marriage would be blessed with no sons. The portents and soothsayers that came into the town in droves - all agreed, or said that if she bore a boy, he would not live.
She had worn blue - a kirtle in cornflower and a dress in sky that she had gather one-year woad leaves for to dye her wedding wool in secret - for the ceremony, and the blue brooch that she had been gifted by Nîniphel. Carndur raged easily, and he did that day when she refused the customary jewels that lay like beads of blood in the palm of his hand, clasping flax-and-butterfly hues to her cloak instead.
They were Cardolan's heirlooms, and his sisters' grasping fingers should never have them, lest they claimed to be his successors and the crown next. The brooch she wore was the token of the forest and the water, and the only token of love she had.
Some said that was why she would bear no sons. One ragged woman - witch and crow, Carndur scorned her and had her thrown from the hall, squinted at Ivriluin as though she knew a thousand of her secrets and touched the blue brooch at her throat.
She had it with her when she ran, dressed in white to be less apparent in the landscape lest anyone took notice. The fireweed was bare for the winter, brown stalks in a landscape of snowy mounds that held no hope for spring, and the trees stretched icy and silent over the footpath down to the Withywindle. The willows by the hallowed pool were Nîniphel had found her bathing dipped their branches into the water like strands of a dead woman's hair, and the rushes drooped yellow by the shore.
She stopped, and her breath came in gulps that were half tears and half a cloud of misting white before her face. That was all. No branch cracked in the frost. The well near the cliff-side was silent and the water black and frozen. The water-lilies that Nîniphel dwelled with slept for the winter.
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Date: 2016-07-19 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-20 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-19 09:38 pm (UTC)Like the River Wandering (1488 words) by Zdenka
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aredhel/Goldberry (Tolkien)
Characters: Aredhel (Tolkien), Goldberry (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
Aredhel escapes from Nan Dungortheb and is aided by a daughter of the river.
And one more claim, for a drabble:
Title: The Sun in Love
Author: Zdenka
Card and Prompt: Crack Pairings: Arien/Arwen (I15)
Pairing/Characters: Arien/Arwen (one-sided)
Rating, Warnings: G, no warnings
Summary: Arien is captivated by Arwen's beauty.
I would like this story to be included in the SWG's August Newsletter: Sure
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Date: 2016-07-19 10:12 pm (UTC)