stories I never wrote.

[aliana1]

(So, thanks, you guys, for your happy-making lists, and also for sharing your awesome 90s music and reminiscences with me over the past couple days.  Today was a lot better; just trying to keep everything in perspective

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[dwimordene_2011]

Finduilas inherits the rule of Gondor, after her husband's tragic demise...

[altariel]

In space.

[allie_meril]

With femslash.

[altariel]

YES THIS.

[aliana1]

The alert had sounded because an enemy signal had shown up on the radar screen. Another Mordor-craft, a spy-vessel. She'd ordered it destroyed forthwith, before it could return to its master, as was the protocol--no use bringing the wretched thing aboard for inspection; they were mined to explode on first contact with unfamiliar crafts.

She finished out her rounds--everything in order, everyone more or less anxious, which was the usual way of things. All the while though, she couldn't stop thinking of what she'd found in the tower.

***

"You're distracted." The voice on the other side of the bed was soft, but Finduilas was startled all the same.

"I didn't think you were still awake."

"How could I sleep, with all your tossing and turning?" The other woman hushed her protest with a finger on her lips, and then hushed it again with a kiss. "Let me see if I can distract you in my own way..."

[aliana1]

...and she saw that the room was bare, save for a small table in the center. And atop it, an orb that seemed to dully reflect the starlight that shone in through the windows. Could it be...?

She approached it, felt heat and something of a pull as she reached her hand out, closer and closer...

The sound of the vessel-wide alarm jolted her out of her trance. She drew back--she was needed on the bridge...

[altariel]

More please!

[aliana1]

The tower steps were steep as she wound her way upwards, and the stairwell seemed to narrow about her. She stopped, pushed aside her widow's veil, felt the weight of metal in her hand. Hurin had been loath to give her this last key that unlocked the room at the top of the spire where her husband had spent so many hours in his last days, and about which he'd refused to speak. But she'd demanded it; as Steward, she had a right to--indeed, she must--know of all she'd inherited. The door creaked open with a startlingly human-sounding moan...

[dwimordene_2011]

Oh thank you! Talk about suspense - what a way to leave off, with Finduilas poised to discover Denethor's secret telecommunications spy satellite... er, the palantir. Love the description of the door opening.

The "In space"/Femmeslash versions are terrific as well, but like the more traditionally located one, they cry out for completion.

[aliana1]

I was disappointed that your Finduilas prompt never came up in B2MeM, so it was cool to be able to do it in miniature, in three different iterations. I would love to write more about Finduilas the Stewardess!

[altariel]

The "In space"/Femmeslash versions are terrific as well, but like the more traditionally located one, they cry out for completion.

Yes, absolutely.

I'd also like to know whether she has been able to guide Faramir at many times during his life, whether he realises or not.

[aliana1]

Thanks! And I wouldn't be surprised if she has...