okay, I'll play!
This might be the thing to coax the muse Claire out of hiding again, now that my school year is coming to an end...
1) Give me a pairing or a couple of characters
2) Give me an (AU) setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
So yeah, pretty much just LOTR, The Hobbit, and Faculty, Sentinel as far as fandoms.
I can't guarantee the fic will be ( Read more... )
"To the carpenter. I've had him fashion a great treasure for us."
Frodo fell silent. He knew better than to pry his master, but his stomach sank.
"My lord?" The carpenter bowed when he saw Faramir and his charge.
"Did you finish it?" Faramir asked.
"Yes, my lord," the carpenter said, "just as you asked."
Frodo's mouth fell open when he saw it, and he began to tremble all over. "No, Faramir, no," he said, trying to twist around to look at his master. "Please not this!" He flailed, flinging himself back and forth with all his strength, hoping to get free of Faramir's grip. He would run. Where he would run, he had no idea but somehow he would get free of the city, even if by his own death by jumping off one of the walls.
"Stay silent!" Faramir held in his palm the beautifully crafted plug, this one perfectly measured to fit inside the backside of a halfling. The wood was smooth, the design ornate. With his other hand, he gripped Frodo's collar with more strength so that Frodo's struggles were cut short. "This one is truly special."
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