FIC: Do Not Let Me See (LotR, slash)
Finally managed to get my act together, gather my scattered and unfocussed mind so that all the pieces were at least in the same general area, and finish my contrelamontre improv challenge. It's late, but the next challenge hasn't been posted yet, so I'm claiming it's still good.
Still with the primary fandom, but only one-half of my primary pairing. I barely suppressed the urge to write --
"Aragorn/Theoden, Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli, Legolas/Gimli, Aragorn/Eowyn but not in a slutty way."
-- in my pairing header.
Useless side note: I swear, I have such a crush on Theoden.
Anyway, it's a very humble, not necessarily well-written offering for the lovely people who were kind to me when I needed it this week. You know who you are. Thank you. ^_^ I owe some of you notes, and I'll attempt to shake off the apathy and respond after I've had some sleep. :::sigh:::
So, yes, the story...
("How did it come to this?" [Original story posting here...])
Title: Do Not Let Me See
Author: Galadriel caras_galadhon
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Aragorn/Theoden, Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli, Legolas/Gimli, Aragorn/Eowyn
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Still Tolkien's, not mine.
Summary: A king must be observant, even when he wishes to shut his eyes.
Notes: A humble offering for the people who were very kind to me early this week, and who helped to quell the murderous rage that threatened to blind me. Thank you. Movie-based. Written for contrelamontre Senses Challenge #4: Sight. Time limit: 45 minutes.
2007 Men of Middle Earth Awards
Do Not Let Me See
By Galadriel
I have seen much in my time as King of this land. I have seen my people in health and prosperity, in happiness, in drought and starvation, in fear, in pain, in life and in death.
I have seen much, although my vision has lately been obscured.
Grima, silver-tongued devil, Saruman's spawn, poured the poison in my ear, and I shut my eyes willingly, willfully, against the world. I allowed the blinding white to creep across my vision, at first merely flashes at the corners of my eyes, eventually a protective cloud blanketing me, wrapping me against the cares of my country.
White on white, white shapes moving beyond the cloud, beyond reach, beyond me.
And then Greyhame came, and the white became suddenly whiter, breaking through, forcing open my unwilling eyes.
I have seen much, now that my vision has cleared.
I saw how my sister-daughter looked at him, the longing in her heart plain, the wish for something never articulated, never aroused by many a worthy Rohirrim. I saw her make excuses to walk beside his horse, to brush his dark hair away from his face, to lean close and run her fingers across the jewel around his neck. I saw, too, the way he looked at her, mirroring that same longing. How he dismounted to walk beside her, leaned in to catch her words, smiled at her touch. But where hope sparked in her eyes, sadness flickered in his.
I saw how his companions looked at him; all but Greyhame, who is too weighed down by present concerns to have seen that which was right in front of him. I witnessed the fire he inspired in the Elven creature and his Dwarf companion. I watched them look upon him, exhilarated, aroused by his mere presence, flushed with lust at his voice. I knew, as they turned to one another, that they sought to quench that lust with their own coupling. Quicksilver Elf and steady, smoldering Dwarf; the Man, ready tinder for their flames.
I saw, and I understood. If I had been but a little younger and he a little older... I cannot shake the image from my mind. Strangely, I saw a wisdom in him not present in other men of his age. Unspoken cares and worries seemed to sit upon his brow as heavily as on my own. He could not guess at the trials of a king so close to the end of his reign, yet his aged gaze unnerved me, his deliberate counsel unseating my own better judgment. He kneeled to me, and I wished in those moments to raise him up, to lower him onto my bed. I wanted to see fealty, obedience, and something more in his eyes.
I do not expect I will see him again.
I did not see him careen over the edge, dragged by a Warg, arms flailing, body twisting, breaking on the rocks, washing down the river. I did not see him go.
I did not see him fall.
But I saw the aftermath.
I saw the look on the Elf's face, the pain flickering in eyes too old for this world, yet too young to understand grief, to understand the loss of a mortal life. I saw him reflexively clutch the found necklace to his chest, fingers tightening around the jewel, letting go as sharp edges bit into his palm, as sorrow washed over him in waves. I saw the shock, the horror on the Dwarf's face, the incomprehension that one so charmed could fall so fast. I saw them look at one another, the fire between them dimmed, dampened under their shared weight. I knew, without having to witness it, that the dampening would leach their passion, drown the fire of their next union.
I cannot imagine the breadth of Eowyn's anguish when we reach the Hornburg and she sees he is not with us. I do not know how to speak to her of what I did not see.
How I wish I could not see.
END
(February 9, 2003)
Still with the primary fandom, but only one-half of my primary pairing. I barely suppressed the urge to write --
"Aragorn/Theoden, Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli, Legolas/Gimli, Aragorn/Eowyn but not in a slutty way."
-- in my pairing header.
Useless side note: I swear, I have such a crush on Theoden.
Anyway, it's a very humble, not necessarily well-written offering for the lovely people who were kind to me when I needed it this week. You know who you are. Thank you. ^_^ I owe some of you notes, and I'll attempt to shake off the apathy and respond after I've had some sleep. :::sigh:::
So, yes, the story...
("How did it come to this?" [Original story posting here...])
Title: Do Not Let Me See
Author: Galadriel caras_galadhon
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Aragorn/Theoden, Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli, Legolas/Gimli, Aragorn/Eowyn
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Still Tolkien's, not mine.
Summary: A king must be observant, even when he wishes to shut his eyes.
Notes: A humble offering for the people who were very kind to me early this week, and who helped to quell the murderous rage that threatened to blind me. Thank you. Movie-based. Written for contrelamontre Senses Challenge #4: Sight. Time limit: 45 minutes.
2007 Men of Middle Earth Awards
Do Not Let Me See
By Galadriel
I have seen much in my time as King of this land. I have seen my people in health and prosperity, in happiness, in drought and starvation, in fear, in pain, in life and in death.
I have seen much, although my vision has lately been obscured.
Grima, silver-tongued devil, Saruman's spawn, poured the poison in my ear, and I shut my eyes willingly, willfully, against the world. I allowed the blinding white to creep across my vision, at first merely flashes at the corners of my eyes, eventually a protective cloud blanketing me, wrapping me against the cares of my country.
White on white, white shapes moving beyond the cloud, beyond reach, beyond me.
And then Greyhame came, and the white became suddenly whiter, breaking through, forcing open my unwilling eyes.
I have seen much, now that my vision has cleared.
I saw how my sister-daughter looked at him, the longing in her heart plain, the wish for something never articulated, never aroused by many a worthy Rohirrim. I saw her make excuses to walk beside his horse, to brush his dark hair away from his face, to lean close and run her fingers across the jewel around his neck. I saw, too, the way he looked at her, mirroring that same longing. How he dismounted to walk beside her, leaned in to catch her words, smiled at her touch. But where hope sparked in her eyes, sadness flickered in his.
I saw how his companions looked at him; all but Greyhame, who is too weighed down by present concerns to have seen that which was right in front of him. I witnessed the fire he inspired in the Elven creature and his Dwarf companion. I watched them look upon him, exhilarated, aroused by his mere presence, flushed with lust at his voice. I knew, as they turned to one another, that they sought to quench that lust with their own coupling. Quicksilver Elf and steady, smoldering Dwarf; the Man, ready tinder for their flames.
I saw, and I understood. If I had been but a little younger and he a little older... I cannot shake the image from my mind. Strangely, I saw a wisdom in him not present in other men of his age. Unspoken cares and worries seemed to sit upon his brow as heavily as on my own. He could not guess at the trials of a king so close to the end of his reign, yet his aged gaze unnerved me, his deliberate counsel unseating my own better judgment. He kneeled to me, and I wished in those moments to raise him up, to lower him onto my bed. I wanted to see fealty, obedience, and something more in his eyes.
I do not expect I will see him again.
I did not see him careen over the edge, dragged by a Warg, arms flailing, body twisting, breaking on the rocks, washing down the river. I did not see him go.
I did not see him fall.
But I saw the aftermath.
I saw the look on the Elf's face, the pain flickering in eyes too old for this world, yet too young to understand grief, to understand the loss of a mortal life. I saw him reflexively clutch the found necklace to his chest, fingers tightening around the jewel, letting go as sharp edges bit into his palm, as sorrow washed over him in waves. I saw the shock, the horror on the Dwarf's face, the incomprehension that one so charmed could fall so fast. I saw them look at one another, the fire between them dimmed, dampened under their shared weight. I knew, without having to witness it, that the dampening would leach their passion, drown the fire of their next union.
I cannot imagine the breadth of Eowyn's anguish when we reach the Hornburg and she sees he is not with us. I do not know how to speak to her of what I did not see.
How I wish I could not see.
END
(February 9, 2003)