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Send me a song lyric and a character/pairing/fandom/etc. and I’ll tell you about the fic I’d write with that lyric as the title (and write a few sentences of it).

Date: 2014-06-23 07:42 pm (UTC)
ext_93291: (Across all the ages of Arda)
From: [identity profile] spiced-wine.livejournal.com
'I don't want to fall and say I lost it all, because there's a part of me that hit the wall, leaving pieces of me behind, and I feel like I'm breaking inside.'

Fandom: Tolkien.

Pairing: Any, but slash only, please.

Date: 2014-06-23 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaotic-binky.livejournal.com
'When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me'

Fandom: Tolkien

Any pairing.

I would be interested to see what you can come up with :)

Date: 2014-06-25 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samtyr.livejournal.com
@binky: Well, okay -- here goes...

~*~

"Are you sure this is wise?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm the king." A brief pause, and then: "You know there's no-one else I'd rather be with and certainly nowhere else I'd rather be."

There was the soft sound of silk sheets sliding over heated bodies, then the quiet was broken by the padding of feet across the marble floor. A drawer opened and closed, followed once again by the return of oddly dainty footsteps and the very faint creak of the wooden bed frame.

"You know, you move quietly for such a big elf."

"Yes, well -- I learned the hard way."

The two lay quietly for a time, luxuriating in their stolen embrace. Such moments were all too rare but they finally began to move in a much more rhythmic fashion, sweat and oil dripping onto the silk.

"Don't the laundresses ever wonder about the amount of oil
they find on your sheets?"

"You're forgetting my many charms."

"Charms indeed. I'll show--"

Just then the bed gave an ominous creak and crashed to the floor with enough force to rattle the windows. Within moments, it seemed there was a frantic pounding on the door.

"Lord Glorfindel! Are you alright? Do you need any help?"

"I'm fine, Erestor. Just one of my nightmares. Balrog, you know." He paused to glare down at the other elf. "Shut up, Gil," he mouthed silently, which only caused the king to shake with silent laughter. It was clear that he was desperately trying to keep quiet and not break into loud guffaws.

"Are you sure, my lord?"

"Quite sure, Erestor. Now please, let me try and go back to sleep."

"Very well then, my lord. If you're sure."

"Yes, Erestor." Glorfindel said with a sigh.


Erestor walked slowly down the hall, muttering to himself. "I will speak to the healers first thing in the morning. These nightmares of his seem to be getting worse; perhaps young Elrond will have a suggestion or two."

Date: 2014-06-25 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaotic-binky.livejournal.com
Fantastic! I enjoyed every word of the scene. You packed so much into so few words. I love the parts where Gil can hardly contain his laughter and Erestor intends seeing young Elrond about Glorfindel's nightmares.

I am on night shift but got up for a drink and thought I would read my emails while having a coffee, before going back to bed. I am glad I did. You brought a smile to my face :)

Thank you very much.

*Hugs*

Date: 2014-06-25 01:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samtyr.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I am very glad you enjoyed it. I might decide to expand on this someday -- we'll just have to wait and see.

*hugs*

Date: 2014-06-26 06:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaotic-binky.livejournal.com
I would love to read it if you did :)

Hugs x

Date: 2014-06-25 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samtyr.livejournal.com
@Spiced: Oh, this definitely belongs to the House of Finwë!

~*~
Idly, his fingers traced the cracks in the broken floor as he tried to think just when everything had started to go wrong. The most obvious answer was the death of Finwë -- but hadn't the death of Míriel foreshadowed it? Even her very name had proved divisive: Þerindë or Serinde. A long, bitter debate had started over that particular issue, one that was never quite resolved.

There was a noisy rattling of keys, then the heavy door to his room swung open to reveal one of his so-called guards.

"Come. The master has thought of a new use for you."
Edited Date: 2014-06-25 04:09 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-06-25 08:27 am (UTC)
ext_93291: (dark)
From: [identity profile] spiced-wine.livejournal.com
Oh, this definitely belongs to the House of Finwë!

It does!

Oh, that made me cry, Sam! Well done!

Date: 2014-06-25 01:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] samtyr.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I am so glad that you liked it. I hope to do more with it someday but if you have an idea on how to use it, please feel free to do so.

*hugs*

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