Prompt Post
Here is my infamous writing list. It is subject to change, of course. As things are done, they are published and linked to in the comments, this way you'll be notified when the request is filled.
I also added drabbles which are to be expanded on in the comments section, for my own reference.
THIS IS A GOOD PLACE TO GIVE ME A PROMPT IF THERE'S ( Read more... )
I also added drabbles which are to be expanded on in the comments section, for my own reference.
THIS IS A GOOD PLACE TO GIVE ME A PROMPT IF THERE'S ( Read more... )
Comments 18
The world as we know it would cease to exist. Beren would be nobody. Daeron would develop a growing hatred for the Arafinweans. Thingol would have agreed to their marriage without raising an eyebrow (seriously, Finrod is a great party for his daughter), and Morgoth would still have a spiffy shiny jewel. The Sack of Doriath would not have happened, Elrond and Elros would not exist and neither would Aragorn. The Third Age would be radically different because of that.
@Meg> Finrod would have a decent shot at still being alive in the Third Age, because he wouldn't have died in assisting Beren.
@Meg> And would probably take a role very similar to Elrond's in the Third Age.
@Meg> ...I don't ship them at all and I /desperately/ want to read this fic! XD
Dedicate this to Meg.
Reply
Sometimes he remembered the sweet smell of her hair, and hands that were both cold and soft on his cheek. In those moments, Sandor couldn't help but wonder if that woman, that maternal figure, the Mother, if she'd ever really existed. Sometimes he wondered if he should pray. Then he came to his senses. Certainly, Gregor had done away with her, just like he did with every one else that stood in his way. All the more reason to kill the bastard.
Prompted by Pel.
Reply
"So, what'd you think you'll do, once you're done with the grail quest?" Mordred's tone was quiet. Galahad smiled, blushed. "I don't know. I think I'd like to have a small house. And you?" Mordred nodded, said he wanted the same. Of course, his idea of a small house wasn't quite what Galahad had in mind, he mused.
Prompted by Pel.
Reply
In Mandos, when all was done, Angrod and his brother Aegnor looked at each other, and sighed. "I told you fighting the dragon was a bad idea," Aegnor said, tiredly. "You're such a pessimist," his brother replied, smiling a little. "At least we went down in a blaze of glory." Aegnor grunted. Yeah. What a blaze. He could still fell the burns, even in the afterlife.
Prompted by Pel.
Reply
It was a sunny after noon and the god was looking as pleasant as before - well, he wasn't a god, or was he? It didn't really matter to Robin - all that the newly named Pan cared about was the exquisitely sensual and gentle touch of the one they called Dionysus.
Prompted by Pel.
Reply
Leave a comment