Two mini-fics (Last one today, I promise)
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paradisa app
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings, with subtle references to events in The Silmarillion
Characters/Pairings: Galadriel/Celeborn. Because I am secretly a hopeless romantic.
Summary: She doubts herself and he sees it.
Notes: Meleth Nîn means “my love,” with possible grammar fudging. And Galadriel says “well I have named you” because she is the one who gave him the title “the Wise.” Other than that, it's rather self explanatory.
She was at the mirror, as she was so often as of late. It was not surprising that he would seek her there and, indeed, as she gazed into the water she felt Celeborn’s presence and heard his approaching footsteps. He knew better than to interrupt her visions, so he stood silently, waiting for her acknowledgement.
“My Lord.”
He stepped forward and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. “My Lady.”
She continued to stare into the mirror, her head bowed, though naught but the stars was now before her. “He comes ever closer, bringing Doom into our very midst.”
“You knew it would be so. It is as we intended.”
She did not answer.
“You doubt yourself.” It was not a question. Celeborn may not have possessed his wife’s gifts, but he knew her thoughts, perhaps better than any other living being.
“Have I not reason?” She turned to face him as she asked it, though she almost regretted it when their eyes met; he saw what she was feeling much too keenly.
“Galadriel, Meleth Nîn.” He reached out and pulled her closer. “You will not find your answers here. Do not tire yourself needlessly. And, pray, do not grieve so, for how often have I heard you speak to others of hope and change?”
After a moment of hesitation, she smiled softly and brought her hand to her husband’s face, resting it upon his cheek.
“Well I have named you, Celeborn the Wise. Your counsel is sound and I shall heed it.”
He returned the smile, taking a moment to run his fingers through her hair before he spoke again. “Then will you walk with me, My Lady? Long has it been since we have enjoyed the gardens as we should-under the stars and in each other’s company.”
She nodded and took his arm. There was so much darkness in the world, so much doubt and pain, but this- this she could take comfort in, at least for tonight.
Title: None; written for aparadisa app
Fandom: A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire + Paradisa RP
Characters: Catelyn Stark
Summary: Her thoughts upon arriving in Paradisa
Notes: Spoilers for the entire Game of Thrones series/book
After more explanations than she cared for, Catelyn found her way to the room that was to be hers while she was imprisoned in this new world. Wordlessly, she entered, shed her cloak, and examined the room. It was plain-simple- and that was just fine. This would not be home, any more than Robb’s war camp could be home. Oh, how she missed Winterfell, missed her own chambers and how Ned would open the windows at night to let the cool air into them, much to her dismay.
Would her Ned even recognize her now? She peered at her reflection in the mirror, marveling at the woman before her. Her hair was so much more grey, her face more pale and gaunt. And she had not had those dark circles before Ned left, had she? It suited her, this new face. A new face for the new Catelyn. This was the widow Catelyn, the mother of the King of the North, a woman who had seen one son crippled, another off to war, and her daughters held hostage.
She had been forced to be so strong. To support Robb, to see her girls rescued, her husband and son avenged- she could show no weakness. But there were no armies here, no eyes upon her, no one but her and her grief. She sat on the side of the bed, held her face in her hands, and, for the first time since she left Winterfell, Catelyn Stark wept to her heart’s content. Her whole body shook with each stifled sob, tears streaming down her face. She made no attempt to wipe them away, even as she rested her head against the pillow, and they continued to fall until, at last, she slept.
paradisa appFandom: The Lord of the Rings, with subtle references to events in The Silmarillion
Characters/Pairings: Galadriel/Celeborn. Because I am secretly a hopeless romantic.
Summary: She doubts herself and he sees it.
Notes: Meleth Nîn means “my love,” with possible grammar fudging. And Galadriel says “well I have named you” because she is the one who gave him the title “the Wise.” Other than that, it's rather self explanatory.
She was at the mirror, as she was so often as of late. It was not surprising that he would seek her there and, indeed, as she gazed into the water she felt Celeborn’s presence and heard his approaching footsteps. He knew better than to interrupt her visions, so he stood silently, waiting for her acknowledgement.
“My Lord.”
He stepped forward and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. “My Lady.”
She continued to stare into the mirror, her head bowed, though naught but the stars was now before her. “He comes ever closer, bringing Doom into our very midst.”
“You knew it would be so. It is as we intended.”
She did not answer.
“You doubt yourself.” It was not a question. Celeborn may not have possessed his wife’s gifts, but he knew her thoughts, perhaps better than any other living being.
“Have I not reason?” She turned to face him as she asked it, though she almost regretted it when their eyes met; he saw what she was feeling much too keenly.
“Galadriel, Meleth Nîn.” He reached out and pulled her closer. “You will not find your answers here. Do not tire yourself needlessly. And, pray, do not grieve so, for how often have I heard you speak to others of hope and change?”
After a moment of hesitation, she smiled softly and brought her hand to her husband’s face, resting it upon his cheek.
“Well I have named you, Celeborn the Wise. Your counsel is sound and I shall heed it.”
He returned the smile, taking a moment to run his fingers through her hair before he spoke again. “Then will you walk with me, My Lady? Long has it been since we have enjoyed the gardens as we should-under the stars and in each other’s company.”
She nodded and took his arm. There was so much darkness in the world, so much doubt and pain, but this- this she could take comfort in, at least for tonight.
Title: None; written for a
paradisa app Fandom: A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire + Paradisa RP
Characters: Catelyn Stark
Summary: Her thoughts upon arriving in Paradisa
Notes: Spoilers for the entire Game of Thrones series/book
After more explanations than she cared for, Catelyn found her way to the room that was to be hers while she was imprisoned in this new world. Wordlessly, she entered, shed her cloak, and examined the room. It was plain-simple- and that was just fine. This would not be home, any more than Robb’s war camp could be home. Oh, how she missed Winterfell, missed her own chambers and how Ned would open the windows at night to let the cool air into them, much to her dismay.
Would her Ned even recognize her now? She peered at her reflection in the mirror, marveling at the woman before her. Her hair was so much more grey, her face more pale and gaunt. And she had not had those dark circles before Ned left, had she? It suited her, this new face. A new face for the new Catelyn. This was the widow Catelyn, the mother of the King of the North, a woman who had seen one son crippled, another off to war, and her daughters held hostage.
She had been forced to be so strong. To support Robb, to see her girls rescued, her husband and son avenged- she could show no weakness. But there were no armies here, no eyes upon her, no one but her and her grief. She sat on the side of the bed, held her face in her hands, and, for the first time since she left Winterfell, Catelyn Stark wept to her heart’s content. Her whole body shook with each stifled sob, tears streaming down her face. She made no attempt to wipe them away, even as she rested her head against the pillow, and they continued to fall until, at last, she slept.
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Date: 2012-01-02 04:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-01-02 04:56 am (UTC)