Silmarillion

Uncertainty
After the news of Finrod's death arrives in Nargothrond, Curufin and Celegorm have a talk. Celegorm seems to have grown a conscience, a little. Curufin tries to talk it out of him.
Celegorm. PG.

In Doriath
Basically, Celegorm dies.
Celegorm. PG-13. Character death.

Long, Long Time Ago
Galadriel's seen something, Celegorm is ( Read more... )

Title: A Kidnapping
Fandom: Wheel of Time
For: zorpisuttle
Summary: Mat and Rand meet after The Gathering Storm to discuss the Seanchan, er...threat. Here's hoping I'm not awfully rusty in this fandom.

( so then she said, and then I said, and well... )

Title: Mr. Perfect and the Dead Young Wolf
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Wheel of Time
Summary: Galad and Robb meet. There is tea.

( Mr. Perfect and the Dead Young Wolf )

It was a rare quiet moment, in a corner of the Sun Palace in Cairhien, but he was far away, standing in a great hall and basking in the applause and adulation of admiring spectators - ‘the best living,’ they said, ‘music flows from him as easily as water from a spring.’ It was one of the finest performances of his life. It was also one of his ( Read more... )

Tuon had always been a great believer in signs and omens, but for some reason she’d never had the same faith in prophecies, and scoffed at those who did. Perhaps it was because of what they seemed to suggest - that ultimately, one really had only limited control of one’s destiny, and control was something Tuon prized very much. So she had ( Read more... )

Mat grimaced as he stepped into Rand’s tent in Rhuidean, rolling his shoulders uneasily and looking around - but the tent was empty, except for that gleeman, Jasin Natael, sprawled in a corner and playing quietly on a harp. After a pause, scowling, he sprawled on a bunch of pillows and pulled his hat down over his eyes. The fellow kept playing, the ( Read more... )

Title: The Middle of the Night
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Rating: PG
Summary: Rand/Min, Min wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Rand gone. She is not happy about this.

( The Middle of the Night )

                Mat stared at the front door of his house. Apprehensively. He could hear his mother rattling around inside, his sisters bickering over something or other. He winced, and resisted looking back over his shoulder.

“Toy? What are you waiting for?” He turned around. Her head was a fuzz of tightly curled black hair as ( Read more... )

“Aren’t you ever serious?” he demanded to know, brushing flour out of his hair and righting the bucket than had, until very recently, resided on top of the slightly ajar smithy door.

“Not if I can help it.”

“What if it had been Mistress Luhhan?” Perrin continued, more loudly. “Then what would you do?”

“Run for my life,” came the quick, glib, ( Read more... )

Mat didn’t even know what he was doing here.

The bell rang as he entered the shop, fingering the hem of a dress and trying to look casual, a difficult task for a rather scruffy looking man in what seemed to be a very prosperous shop. He glanced at a price tag and bit his tongue to keep from whistling. And no wonder, if that was ( Read more... )