LOTR Fics

[tanithryudo]

All That is Gold - short and humorous fic. Young Estel learns a new song about the fall of Gondolin and the bravery of a certain Lord of the House of the Golden Flower... much to the utter mortification of Glorfindel.

Eloquent Remembrance, by Sphinx - one shot, post-LOTR, Silm-based, and angsty. After Celeborn finally crosses West into Valinor, he has a somewhat belated conversation with his father-in-law regarding marital decisions, bloodlines and other verbal landmines. Or as Celebrian says... "My mother had some rather...interesting..speculations as to how this meeting would go. ... I believe her exact words were 'Let the fittest survive'."

So Near, Yet So Far, by Sphinx - 6 chapters fic taking place in Imladris before the Council of Elrond in FOTR, focusing mainly on Aragorn and his foster family. Very angsty fic... somewhat annoying in that it keeps referencing an earlier fic/incident that I haven't read yet. The first half of the fic is nicely emotional and stuff. By the time I hit chapter 4, I was all for smacking Aragorn a couple of times to make him stop whining and take his head out of... ahem. Fortunately it manages to redeem itself by the end of the chapter. Chapter 5 is ripped straight out of the movies, extended versions and all, and a glaring reminder of how much the A/A romance in the movies sucked. Chapter 6 is slightly better by the end. Overall... it would've been a vastly better fic if it didn't follow the movie, and if it had been condensed down to 4 chapters or something.

What Can be Learned In Dreams - Don't bother reading this one unless you're a rabid Legolas fan (which I am) AND don't mind other LOTR chars being downplayed in comparison (which I'm not, as much, anyway). It's a WIP and also ought to be marked AU, since a *lot* of liberties have been taken with canon. But mainly, I just wanted to quote a couple of lines in the last 2 chapters that had me laughing. (Oh, and note: it's not a slash-fic... so far, anyhow)

From chapter 7:

Thranduil was a firm believer in the thought that too much consorting with wizards could addle the few brains some people had, not to mention it could be dangerous for one's health, which asked the question; just why was he entertaining Gandalf the Grey in his study?

He spluttered indignantly as the elderly wizard fished a battered looking pipe from his pockets and proceeded to light the infernal thing. Had he no regard whatsoever for Thranduil's feeling on the matter? Surely by now, Mithrandir should know how the Elven population felt about his disgustingly bad habits, and that pipe happened to be a habit that was verging on vile.

He watched as if in slow motion as the elderly wizard brought the pipe to his mouth and took a deep breath as if to inhale. This was more than Thranduil could take! This was his study! He alone dictated what habits people brought in and which they left outside the door. He would not have this common excuse for a wizard, soil his beautiful, smoke free air.

With a snatch that was as quick as lightning, Thranduil lunged across the paper strewn desk, yanked the Valar-forsaken thing from the unsuspecting wizard's mouth and with the help of his faithful bow, sent in careering out of the window to land smack in the middle of one of the archery targets.

For a few seconds the wizard stared forlornly out of the window after his pipe and then shrugged nonchalantly, turning back to the elven King who had resumed his original position of hunching over tedious trading reports, sparing a few suspicious glances for the wizard as he turned the pages.

Gandalf frowned slightly. He had been quite fond of that pipe, actually, had had it for centuries and had carved it with his own two hands. Even Glorfindel had once proclaimed that it was a very nice piece of craftsmanship, though considering Glorfindel abhorred anything that was even closely related to pipe-weed, the elf could have been less than sincere in his remarks.

Rummaging through the pockets of his oversized robes, it took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for. He pulled the object out with a look of triumphant glee spreading across his face.

He knew he had stowed a spare pipe in here somewhere.

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Elrond had told him to get some rest after his tiresome journey but Lindir was just too restless to do so. It wasn't exactly an uncommon faze he went through, this period of restlessness that was. He supposed it was all this being in a strange land, not that Mirkwood was strange by any means. That was just it's citizens!

[snip]

A nearby target caught his alert eyes and Lindir approached it with interest. There imbedded in the middle of the target, he realised with surprise was a roughly hewn and battered pipe!

Perhaps, it was protocol, he thought sardonically for the elves to use pipes instead of arrows during archery practise! After all, less arrows with be lost that way!

From chapter 8:

Elrond groaned inwardly as he saw a glimmer of surprise, then contempt and then of all things, fear? Why of all things could he inspire fear in the Prince of Mirkwood when he was in his bathrobe and not in his formal attire. He wished he could inspire this sort of intimidation in his own children from time to time, for Elladan and Elrohir were becoming unruly and in need of some hard discipline.

Not through his own fault of course and though he would have liked to believe that it was the Sylvan influence upon his children, he knew this was not the case. Damn rangers of the north, corrupting his elflings, he thought as he ushered the golden prince in, mindful of the wary glances the former was giving him.

He sighed heavily. He would never understand the Sylvan people, that was for sure.

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[snip]

Not likely that the other elven realms would admit to this though. Stubborn elves, Gandalf snorted. He would like to borrow young Thranduillion for a while though. That particular elfling was different from his peers, impressionable and so very innocent in the ways of the outer world.

He doubted he'd make it out of Mirkwood if he asked Thranduil if he could borrow his only child. Thranduil was very protective of his son and his skill with the bow flawless.

And the Valar knew that Gandalf didn't want to end up like his pipe.