Title: Perquisite
Author: Rhyselle
Rating: G
Spoiler for: HP&TDH
Summary: 100 words of Snape finally getting one thing he's wanted for years.

Standing at the head of the table in the chilly staff room, Snape stared down the other professors, sneering as his gaze passed over the non-Deatheaters on the faculty. Minerva looked ready to commit homicide, he ( Read more... )

A/N: In honor of the last day of NaQuaWriMo, I'm giving my readers two drabbles instead of one, because I just can't tell one side of the story. These are not inspired by any particular lines in THE SILMARILLION, but rather from what I'd like to think happened when Elrond Half-elven finally arrived in the Blessed Realm. Thank you for all of your ( Read more... )

A/N: Inspired by: For Maglor took pity upon Elros and Elrond, and he cherished them, and love grew after between them, as little might be thought; but Maglor's heart was sick and weary with the burden of the dreadful oath. (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

Mercy (exactly 100 words ( Read more... )

A/N: Inspired by: But they took Vingilot, and hallowed it, and bore it away through Valinor to the uttermost rim of the world; and there it passed through the Door of Night and was lifted up even into the oceans of heaven. (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

On the Oceans of Heaven(exactly 100 words ( Read more... )

A/N: Inspired by: Now when first Vingilot was set to sail in the seas of heaven, it rose unlocked for, glittering and bright; and the people of Middle-earth beheld it from afar and wondered, and they took it for a sign, and called it Gil-Estel, the Star of High Hope. (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

First Rising( ( Read more... )

A/N: Inspired by: "and Eärendil the Mariner sat at the helm, glistening with dust of elven-gems, and the Silmaril was bound upon his brow." (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

Presentation(exactly 100 words ( Read more... )

A/N: Inspired by: And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Vingilot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Eärendil took her to his bosom; but in the morning with marvelling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face, and she slept.... Yet Eärendil saw now no hope left ( Read more... )

A/N: The speaker is a nameless Elf of Doriath, newly arrived in the halls of Mandos after the attack by the Feanorians.

The Price
(exactly 100 words ( Read more... )

A/N: For those folk who felt that yesterday's drabble was too "un-canonical", here is an alternate view of why Elwing cast herself from the tower into the sea with the Silmaril.

Trapped
(exactly 100 words ( Read more... )

A/N: Inspired by a comment made by one of my reviewers asking why Elwing put the Silmaril ahead of her children. This is what came to mind after re-reading: Too late the ships of Círdan and Gil-galad the High King came hasting to the aid of the Elves of Sirion; and Elwing was gone, and her sons. Then such few of that people as did not perish in ( Read more... )