Because today is the Autumnal Equinox, I have decided to forgo my normal "Word of the Day" drabble and, instead, write drabbles about the season and themes of autumn
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Very nice, Dawn! I love both of them. The first, because I love Maedhros and Maglor (and Amrod and Amras). The second because I am currently finishing up a fic with Elladan in it. Elrohir is only mentioned a few times. Well, someone had to stay and mind the store (aka - Imladris). :-)
And now, of course, my muse starts poking me to write an autumn drabble or few... ;-)
I love these! Especially because I love everyone in them!
Maybe I'll try to write a drabble during my 2:00 class...if I can get away with it. (Small class). Will definitely try to do one in my 4:00 Wasted Time 202 class!
damn you :P You made me break my lurking...ford_of_bruinenSeptember 22 2005, 19:26:50 UTC
Fingon He hated snow and winters, ice stretching like a blanket of death over the land, but autumn, he loved. Grasses paled to brown and yellow, the heather faded from purple to a dull blue and the trees… the trees burnt of gold and reds and copper in the chill invigorating air.
This was his time, the time after summer had faded but before death, frozen and warm, blazing fire and the first crisp ice on water. Stars, burning against the deep sky. Flame and stars, fire and ice. He smiled, picking up a few of the auburn oak leaves. Russandol.
Note: This one is almost gacked from my own fic, I admit it :P But Fingon insists he loves autumn and that it does make him think of Maedhros
NerdanelShe had grown to hate this season more than others. Leaves the colour of blood reminded her of years past, of bad choices and of love. What had the season been when she had lost them? Winter, her heart whispered, it was winter when they fell, autumn when you turned from them
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I must also blame you for introducing me to drabbling. As you can see, I am addicted!
They warned me in school about people like you: Always lurking in dark alleyways, trying to push drabbling and Fourth Age nuzgul onto unsuspecting people.... ;)
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And now, of course, my muse starts poking me to write an autumn drabble or few... ;-)
Thanks for sharing!
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Hey, autumn drabbles are good for you! ::pokepoke:: Yes, I know that I am annoying and relentless ;D
Off to write more autumn drabbles!
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Maybe I'll try to write a drabble during my 2:00 class...if I can get away with it. (Small class). Will definitely try to do one in my 4:00 Wasted Time 202 class!
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Yes, 4:00 should be Drabbalicious 202 ;)
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"Hi!" he chortled. "I'm crazy! Drabble me!"
While I have a feeling I'm going to have to wrestle Maitimo tonight, to work on AMC.
(Not complaining! ;D)
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He hated snow and winters, ice stretching like a blanket of death over the land, but autumn, he loved. Grasses paled to brown and yellow, the heather faded from purple to a dull blue and the trees… the trees burnt of gold and reds and copper in the chill invigorating air.
This was his time, the time after summer had faded but before death, frozen and warm, blazing fire and the first crisp ice on water. Stars, burning against the deep sky. Flame and stars, fire and ice. He smiled, picking up a few of the auburn oak leaves. Russandol.
Note: This one is almost gacked from my own fic, I admit it :P But Fingon insists he loves autumn and that it does make him think of Maedhros
NerdanelShe had grown to hate this season more than others. Leaves the colour of blood reminded her of years past, of bad choices and of love. What had the season been when she had lost them? Winter, her heart whispered, it was winter when they fell, autumn when you turned from them ( ... )
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Wow. These are absolutely wonderful. Your drabbles are just so superb; you say so much in so few words, but I guess that's the point, isn't it? ;)
I like that, in each, autumn causes the speaker to think of a person, and each has a slightly different emotion.
Thank you so much for sharing these :)
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I must also blame you for introducing me to drabbling. As you can see, I am addicted!
They warned me in school about people like you: Always lurking in dark alleyways, trying to push drabbling and Fourth Age nuzgul onto unsuspecting people.... ;)
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I like!
I will think on it and do it tonight, at home. As for now: Twenty--no, nineteen--minutes until home-time! Woo-hoo! :D
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