Drabbles, continued

[thrihyrne]

I'm probably crazy, but if there are five of you out there wanting drabbles, note so here. I'll write Wraeththu, HP, Tolkien and Swordspoint. I'm between fics, and had loads of fun writing drabbles last week.

Off-list, I received a request from persephone100 for a Wraeththu-centric drabble: I'd like to see your take on the ultimate reunion of Cal and Pell

Comments

[gingerspark]

a big awww... even though Pell irritates me...

If you're feeling up to drabbles! Go for it! Wraeththu for me please.

Rue and Cal getting to know each other... after Cal's return to Immanion.

[thrihyrne]

Ooooh… I loved writing this; I just had a frenzy of images and typing and hope you like it. Ralph Vaughan Williams always inspires my writing. ;)

Title: Incongruous
Rating: PG (innuendo only), Rue's POV

Gypsy, interloper, no-good nightmarish devil.

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Velaxis' head tilted; gracefully he'd sucked in his own finger and was making a grating, vaguely musical noise on his wineglass as he circled the rim.

Just as Rue was going to say something, Velaxis beat him to it.

"I don't trust him, either."

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Evil, selfish

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Violet eyes ensnared him; there was no pretense, only solidarity. Caeru felt ice frisson down his spine.

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Don't want.

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"I belong to you both."

[heartofoshun]

That's lovely. You capture the moment perfectly: to know and not to know and Pell's awareness of the change. As usual, with the amazing use of language "authoritative humility" = perfect. And "Any witty reparte had been ground to pungent cinnamon on his tongue."

I must confess you kicked in an open door with this one. My very first attempt at writing Wraeththu is a ficlet from Pell's point of view the following day. I was fascinated at the idea of exploring that beginning. (I do intend to finish it--some day soon, I hope.)

[thrihyrne]

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! I'd love to read anything you write, of course; I just tend to shy away from anything Pell/Cal, but I should be undaunted by 100 words. ;)

Designation three of five

[koshweasley]

Ooooooooohhhh, I've so missed talking with you. Hope all is going well. And look, I've finally managed to get George on:)

How about...Tolkien? Something perhaps at the Prancing Pony?

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Tolkien drabble; set in the Prancing Pony

[thrihyrne]

OMG. I didn't think I'd ever hear from you or Wolfie again. So glad that you were able to be here! I love your prompt, and I'm so proud of it; I perhaps doubt that I went the route you were looking for, but: Here's a drabble taken directly from Tolkien, though I'm sure JRRT would never have written this.

((((clings))))
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Below from "At the Sign of the Prancing Pony," LotR: Fellowship of the Ring
"On the benches were various folk: men of Bree, a collection of local hobbits (sitting chattering together), a few more dwarves, and other vague figures difficult to make out away in the shadows and corners.""Dark news, there is," Glavin said, puffing importantly on his pipe, fingers intertwined in his goldsmith's plait. "And these new Shire-hobbits will tell the true tale." His olive eyes lit up, the flecks in his pupil like metal newly smeltered

Re: Tolkien drabble; set in the Prancing Pony

[koshweasley]

Excellent! And there was no real direction I was hoping for, just something from their the books didn't cover.

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[stormwynd]

Can I toss another one at you, even though I also did so the last time? (If you'd rather not, just pass this on by without a second thought.)

Ever since I caught a rerun of LotR:FotR on cable a few days ago, I've had hobbits on the brain. Therefore:

Theme: hobbits having sex on the run

*glomps you gratuitously*

[thrihyrne]

Loving to write for you again. Hobbitsex; but non-gratuitous.

Hope that this serves! They're not exactly on the run as they're in Lothlorien, but they've just lost one leader and are still on the run.

Title: In Golden Eaves

"You look strange," Merry said, though sated by Lothlorien, he looked strange, too.

"Bugger that."

Eyebrows furrowed, Merry looked askance at Pippin.

"You mean?"

"Yes! I mean!" Pippin rolled his eyes, rolling up his shirtsleeves. "We're not in Buckland, or the Shire. And I've not exactly had the opportunity…"

"You fancy-"

"I'm no fool. Youth doesn't mean ignorance. You Brandybucks talk too much." With speed, Peregrin shucked his shirt. A faint tattoo decorated his bicep.

Merry gestured; Pippin shook his head. "I'd have you. Now. Beneath the mallorns."

Cautious, naked, Merry said, "I didn't know you understood Elvish."

"You wouldn't."

[stormwynd]

A very belated thanks! (I haven't checked my LJ email for a while, so I didn't see that you'd posted this.)

A faint tattoo decorated his bicep.
This image is incredibly hot....

[mrsquizzical]

i am intrigued by wraeththu but i'm not sure what small thing you could write to give me an insight... i'd be up for that, though.

[thrihyrne]

Hmmmm... I don't know that I can give you insight with just 100 words, either! Sorry. :(