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Friday, July 8th, 2005
9:01 am
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The Council Counsel of Elrond...
Thursday, June 3rd, 2004
8:22 pm
A newbie's (first) drabble
Mae govannen, everyone! I just discovered this community, and as I write drabbles occasionally, I thought I'd join.

I wrote this in March--it was my first drabble and my first slashy fic of any sort, though not my first LotR fic. It was done on a challenge which gave pairing, fandom, and a line that had to be included. I looked at the pairing and line, realized they were essentially incompatible, and produced 500 words of hit satire.

The title is that of a Scots folksong; it makes a bit more sense if you read the ballad, which can be found here with fairly sane spelling and here in arcane Scots dialect. With either version, substitute "blow, blow..." etc for "ba, ba, ba, lilli ba" .

Blow, Blow, Blow Ye Winds Blow
Author: Lia Ex Machina
Pairing: Faramir/Legolas
Line: "And when we part, we shall not see each other, save in our dreams."
Word Count: 500 on the dot.

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Current Mood: nervous
Thursday, April 15th, 2004
1:46 pm
A Drabble From A Newbie!!
[Title] Trust Your Sam
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 431
[Summary] Sam helps Frodo deal with Bilbo's disappearance. Not really slash... so pooh again.

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Current Mood: angry
Monday, April 12th, 2004
11:17 pm
SNA: Season 2

Starless Night Awards


Season 2 of the Starless Night Awards is now open. The awards have been redesigned and revamped. As requested, everything is now strictly readers' choice. The site is also on a new server (ie. no downtime) and everything is now fully automated, so there will be no waiting time.

Nominations are now being taken. Hope to see you at the site!


(Sorry about the cross-posting...)
Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
8:54 am
FIC: None of This Is True, DM/EW, PG, Drabble
Title: None of This is True
Author: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Summary: None of this is true.
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Fiction means “not-real events”. Don’t sue, I own NOTHING and NO ONE.
Rating: Pretty clean. G. PG at the hardest.
Notes: This is based on…disclaimers! I saw the words “None of this is true”…and got inspired.

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Friday, December 5th, 2003
8:11 pm
2 drabbles
Title: Brother Mine
Word Count: almost 200
Characters: Faramir (Boromir in passing)
Pairings: none
Summery: Faramir relfects

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Title: Be at peace
Word Count: 193
Characters: Boromir
Pairings: none
Summery: What happens after you die? Sequal to Brother mine.

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Current Mood: accomplished
Saturday, June 28th, 2003
1:02 pm
Title: A Small Contention
Author: quentelin
Pairing: SB or OB, VM
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This isn't true.
Summary: Boy would Sean like to know ...



Sean finally cornered Orlando in the makeup trailer, one contact in and one out. Huge bloody contacts.

"I know you spend a fair bit of time riding together nowadays. Do you reckon Viggo's … you know. Screwing anyone?"

"I wouldn't be the one to ask," said Orlando, eyes blinking and watering.

"Why not?"

Orlando cocked his head and squinted up at Sean. "I'm after him too, you know."

Sean looked the elf up and down, took in unlined flesh and slender flexibility. And then he snorted.


"You're too callow for the likes of him. Bet you're three fucks from being a virgin."

At that, Orlando laughed.
Friday, June 27th, 2003
9:28 am
Title: Sean Agrees
Author: quentelin
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This isn't true.
Summary: Viggo's only been asking since the shoot began...



Elrond's council chamber.

The whole entire fellowship was looking at him now. Sean Bean felt his face grow hot, knew that his blush was probably redder than a New Zealand dawn.

Viggo was still kneeling in front of him.

"So will you?" Viggo asked again, eyes intent and earnest.

"Get up, Viggo. Of course I'll go camping with you," muttered Sean, embarrassed.

The fellowship erupted into cheers. Orlando clapped Sean on the back.

"It'll do you a world of good, mate," said Orlando. "I know you've been afraid of ... camping for quite some time now."

But all that Sean saw were Viggo's eyes, and they were glowing.
9:12 am
Title: Rising in the Morning
Author: quentelin
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: This isn't true.
Summary: Drabble.


Morning at the Wood-Monaghan household.

Elijah was at the computer checking email, and Dominic was still asleep.

"Morning, sunshine." A noise like a stumble came from the other room, and a very groggy looking Dom shuffled across the floor toward him.

Elijah giggled.

Dominic's boxers were tented in front of him as though leading the way.


Elijah raised his eyebrows.

"Oh," Dominic said sheepishly. "I had a dream right before waking. You. Me. Billy. And a large pat of butter."

Elijah laughed, stepped close. "Well," he said, running a finger down Dominic's stomach. "Don’t stop there. What else happened?"

Current Mood: cheerful
Friday, June 13th, 2003
11:01 am
This did not turn out how it was supposed to. Oh well.
Title: Enough
Author: celebros
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *cries*
Archived: only here.
Pairing: Eowyn/Legolas

Legolas had never thought he would truly fall in love. He had lived for a very long time and had never met a woman he was drawn to or a princess he thought could love him.
This was because he had not visited Rohan recently. When the Hunters and Gandalf rode in slowly, he felt a strange tug in his soul, as if something was wrong. He thought it to be the yearning for life, for trees. The capital was dead. The longing was for more than that.
She was standing proud when he saw her in the light, with an air of knowledge and sadness that he related to. He saw her eyes slide over him to Aragorn, and the Man looked at her.
She saw him afterwards as an Elf of the living things, and as a friend of Aragorn, and after the War as her own friend, for he lived at times in Ithilien, great friends with Faramir the Steward.
But he very carefully hide his gazes, and his longings, to save for another life. She could never be his, no matter how much he wished for it. But she could love him as a brother, as a friend, and that was enough to stay. It had to be enough.

Current Mood: annoyed
Friday, June 6th, 2003
10:50 pm
Tell Me a Story, Elijah, LoTR RPS, G, DomLijah
Title: Tell Me a Story, Elijah.
Author: Sárie (_sarie)
Fandom: LoTR RPS
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys. I wish I did. That would be the loveliest thing in the world. Nor do I own Spongebob or anything Spongebob related. Ok. That's a lie. I have quite a few articles of clothing with Spongebob on them, but that's it! Oh, and that toy from BurgerKing. But, really! That's it!
Archived: Any communities/groups it's posted to. My writing journal (_sarie). If you want it, let me know. I'd feel special.
Pairing: DomLijah
Summary: I was folding my new Spongebob nightshirts I bought for my trip (haha) and this little snippet popped into my head. I wanted to get it down before I forgot it.
Notes: I couldn't come up with a name for this fic, so thus, it has the lamest title ever. Apologies.

"Elijah.. What's that?" Dominic glanced at him curiously.
"What does it look like, mate? It's a pair of boxers."
"But, Lij. It's covered in little sponges!"
Elijah mock-gasps. "Those are NOT little sponges! Those are little Spongbob Squarepants..es."
"Uhh.. Who's that, Lij?"
Elijah sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Dom close to him.
"Well, Dom. I'm going to tell you a little story."
Dom snuggles close as Elijah starts in a singsong voice, "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants.."

Current Mood: amused
Saturday, May 31st, 2003
9:47 am
Greetings, all. I come bearing drabbles of the hundred-word kind. Be warned: it's Dwarves with everything, usually with Elves

Gimli's Quest - G

Making of the Doors of Moria - G(Celebrimbor & Narvi, No slash)

The Death of Narvi - PG-13 (Celebrimbor/Narvi)

Alone - PG (Legolas & Gimli, No slash)

And another one:
The End - PG-13 (Legolas & Gimli, implied slash, no happy ending.)

Current Mood: dorky
Sunday, May 11th, 2003
8:09 pm
Artist. V/O
Hmmm... Place *does* seem slightly dead. Hopefully things will pick up soon. ^_^ In the meantime, a short little something:

Title: Artist.
Author: Melissa. (http://www.livejournal.com~tiniowien)
Pairing: V/O
Rating: G
Summary: An artist's hands are never still...
Feedback: Is so very delicious. ^_^


Viggo would take a coloured pen and draw a line on Orlando. It didn't matter where they were; sitting in the wooden deck chairs, going over their lines with the raucous of the lunch tables around them; lounging on the couch at home watching a Rugby game or the late night news; standing at the front desk to pay for a restaurant bill; leaning on the back porch overlooking the beach's tossing waves that were lost in shadows and tipped with moonlight; he'd simply pick up a pen and press it against an exposed part of Orli's skin, flicking it along to create a slim line. Orli would turn and look at it, then raise his eyes to Viggo, getting only a smile in return, never any explanation.

Sometimes the contrast would be sharper than others; a black marker scooting up an olive arm would be more noticeable than a red line across a palm.

Which is what finally drove Orlando to buy him a set of watercolour pencils. Cutting out the middleman and a hell of a lot easier to wash off, he had explained with the grin of a man who had resigned to the fact that resistance to this habit was futile. Just dip the tips into water and draw away to your heart's content, Vig.

Then he had removed his shirt and offered his body as a canvas.

The End.

Current Mood: quixotic
Monday, April 21st, 2003
8:54 pm
Well.. I don't generally think that I'm any good at writing fanfiction of any sort, but I did join this community for the purpose of practicing any fanfiction skills I may possess... So here's a short piece. 141 words, implied Aragorn/Legolas, because I am such a fangirl.

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Current Mood: accomplished
Sunday, April 20th, 2003
2:39 pm
Very slightly implied gwaihir/gandalf slash... (hey, i like demented unusual pairings, OK?)

He almost missed him.

Warily circling the cruel peaks of Caradhras, Gwaihir's piercing gaze nearly skipped over the broken figure in the snow, its battered flesh pale as the snows it was cushioned on. The ebbing trickle of blood from the Istari's weary face was the only indicator of any life still present in the naked body.

The Windlord settled next to his longtime friend and confidant, his glossy wings raised to shield Gandalf from the stinging winds.

He could not help noticing that Gandalf, as worn as he was, still seemed to radiate an ancient power, the strength he had invoked to smite his foe upon the mountainside. A silvery force, proud, compelling... almost beautiful.

Current Mood: weird
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