Title: The Gift of Men
Word Count: 730 + Notes
Rating: Teen (for implied abortions + theodicy)
Challenge: b2wm 2011 #11
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Ar-Zimraphel
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now

Summary: The last thoughts of Ar-Zimraphel, queen of Numenor.

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Title: Bones of the Earth
Word Count: 200 + Notes
Rating: Teen (for character death)
Challenge: b2wm 2011 #8
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Azaghal
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now

Summary: The last thoughts of Azaghal, dwarf-lord of Belegost.

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Title: That Which Cannot Be Forgotten
Word Count: 657 + Notes
Rating: Teen (for allusions to battle-violence)
Challenge: b2wm 2011 #7
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Celeborn/Galadriel, Dwarves
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now

Summary: Sometimes it is hard to keep the past in the past. An encounter between the dwarves of Moria and the elves of Eregion.

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Title: All the Good You Can
Word Count: 931 + Notes
Rating: Teen (for allusions to battle-violence)
Challenge: b2wm 2011 #6
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Caranthir
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now

Summary: Not all the Feanorians came to Middle-earth out of vengeance.

Title: Fealty
Word Count: 937 + Notes
Rating: G
Challenge: b2wm 2011 #4
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Maedhros, Fingon
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now

Summary: Fingon and Maedhros spar after Thangorodrim, first with swords and then with words.

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Title: Vestiges
Word Count: 633 + Notes
Rating: G
Challenge: b2wm 2011 #3
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: OC First Age Easterlings
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now

Summary: An Easterling scout encounters the Sea for the first time.

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Title: Heart of Stone
Rating: PG13 for adult themes
Challenge: Hearts and Flowers (GFIC Feb '11)
Word Count: 5,596 + Notes
Elements: brotherly love, heart of stone, hollyhock (ambition)

Summary: "And Mr. Drogo was staying at Brandy Hall with his father-in-law, old Master Gorbadoc, as he often did after his marriage (him being partial to his vittles, and old Gorbadoc keeping a mighty generous table); and he went out boating on the Brandywine River; and he and his wife were drownded, and poor Mr. Frodo only a child and all." (from "A Long-Expected Party")

Part One: Air - October, S.R. 1380 )
Part Two: Air - January, S.R. 1382 )
Part Three: Earth - Midsummer, S.R. 1385 )
Part Four: Fire - October, S.R. 1390 )
Title: Strange Fates
Words: 2,648 + Notes
Rating: General for themes of homosexuality
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Lothiriel, OC Rohirrim (references to Boromir/Theodred)
Betas: annmarwalk
Challenge: fanfic100 #84: he; advent 2010 series

Summary: Marrying off a son should have been the most difficult part of that evening. After the wedding, Lothiriel learns something about her other son.


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Title: Only a Woman
Word Count: 1,411 + Notes
Rating: General
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Findhwen (OFC), Aldric (OMC), Eowyn
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now
Challenges: Birthday Giftfic '10, Fanfic100 prompt #94: "Independence"
Summary: A glimpse into life among Ithilien's first family. Because even the most well-born daughters cannot always behave themselves.


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Title: Pelendur's Folly
Word Count: 1,558
Rating: General
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Elphir (Imrahil's son), Halbeleg (OMC grandson of Halbarad)
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now
Challenges: Birthday Giftfic '10, Fanfic100 prompt #25: "Strangers"
Summary: Every story has two sides. A long-lost letter between two lords of the reunited Gondor and Arnor sheds new light on the established history.


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Title: Fire and Smoke
Word Count: 1,095 + Notes
Rating: PG13 for Dark Themes
Fandom: Silmarillion (Akallabeth)
Characters: Sakalzor (OMC), Gimilbeth (OFC)
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now, [personal profile] anna_wing, and [personal profile] dawn_felagund
Challenges: Birthday Giftfic '10
Summary: "Thereafter the fire and smoke went up without ceasing; for the power of Sauron daily increased, and in that temple, with spilling of blood and torment and great wickedness, men made sacrifice to Melkor." (Akallabeth)


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Title: Shoulder the Sky, My Lads
Word Count: 1,029 + Words
Rating: G
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Boromir, Gimli
Beta: [personal profile] just_ann_now
Challenges: Birthday Giftfic '10, [profile] fanfic_100 prompt #92 Christmas (or the ME equivalent)
Summary: In Rivendell, Gimli and Boromir spend some time below stairs.


The troubles of our proud and angry dust
Are from eternity, and shall not fail.
Bear them we can, and if we can we must.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
(A.E. Housman)

"Come!" called a gruff voice from a ways ahead. "Elrond keeps his beer-barrels down this way, if Tharkûn spoke truly.”

Boromir squinted in the faint light – there were no torches mounted on the walls of this corridor, and the dwarf carried their only lamp – and he hurried to close the distance between them. The toe of his boot caught on the uneven floor, and he stumbled, catching himself against the frame of a nearby door. He would blame the late hour, or the poor light, if someone else had asked, but to himself he admitted the truth: Elven liquor was more potent than he had thought.

“Tharkûn?” he asked as he righted himself and made his way toward the lamp-light. “I cannot place that name, though I may have heard it once.”

“Tharkûn.” The dwarf turned to face him. “He was at the Council. An old man, to all appearances. Do you know him?”

“Ah,” Boromir said, as he nodded with comprehension. “He lived for some time in my city, when my brother and I were much younger. That is where I have heard the name. Mithrandir among the Elves, Tharkûn to the Dwarves; Olorin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten; so he said.”

Something about that made the dwarf chuckle to himself. “The world is full enough with strange folk; one name for each is more than enough to remember.

“Aye!” Boromir laughed in earnest at that, for it seemed that he had met too many folk in the last few weeks, and that every time he met them they went by a different name. Gildor, Inglorion. Tharkûn, Gandalf, Mithrandir. Dunadan, Estel, Strider... Aragorn. He wondered at that last one, how a humble ranger came to bear a royal name, but then thought better of it. He must have drained a half-dozen cups of strong wine already, and such questions deserved more delicacy than he could muster just now.

But he could solve another mystery. He had been introduced to the troop of dwarves, just before Elrond's council four weeks hence, but for some reason he could not quite recall his companion's name. Courtesy forbade him ask it again, but perhaps wit would reveal it once more.

“In the south we are known by one name, and one name alone.” He made an over-elaborate bow. “Boromir uin-Gondor, of the House of Húrin.”

“Gimli, son of Glóin, at your service and your family's,” the dwarf countered. Gimli set the lamp down and bowed so low that his beard brushed the packed-dirt floor; Boromir thought the dwarf's lips twitched in a suppressed smile, though he could not be sure under the thick beard. After a moment's pause Gimli added more seriously, “But you have no need of subterfuge, if you could not recall who I was. You met me after a long journey, and alongside many of my kin. Single name or no, I might confuse one of us for the other if we were similarly introduced, and can hold you to no higher a standard.”

Boromir blushed a little at that, and hoped it went unnoticed in the dark. “Your open manner encourages me. Will you allow me one more question?”

“Questions asked on the Longest Night need not be spoken on after-days, by dwarven tradition,” Gimli replied, “but you may ask what you will of me, whenever you wish.”

Boromir marveled at that. He could scarce imagine any of the men of his father's court saying such words, much less meaning them. Yet he sensed he could trust this dwarf, though he hardly knew him. Boromir said, “You spoke earlier of Mithrandir – Tharkûn – you said he told you where the ale was stored. Why him? How did he know?”

Gimli picked up his lamp and walked on down the hall. “Because Tharkûn brought this ale some years ago, in honor of Dain Ironfoot's's fiftieth year as King Under the Mountain. And the Elves will not touch the stuff!” He wrinkled his nose at that. “They seem to prefer wine to richer brews, the fools. Few enough dwarves have passed through Rivendell for years, save this last month, and it was Tharkûn who thought I might enjoy a mug or three.” He drew a key from his pocket and fit it into the door. “But tonight is the Longest Night, and this night should be spent in the company of good friends – so say my people. And I would make you a friend, Boromir of Gondor. This night seems fitting to make a start at that.”

Gimli held open the door, and Boromir walked in. It was a store-room, the kind of place that was the domain of servants in Minas Tirith. He and Faramir had snuck into the Citadel’s cellars once or twice, but they had always had been after contraband of some sort or another, and so Boromir had never taken the time to look closely. But this was a hidden kingdom, full of delicious smells, and Boromir inhaled. Casks large and small lined one wall, with a shelf of pewter plates and mugs overhead. Opposite, barrels of fruit were stacked precariously: apples and pears, and some prickly-skinned plant that Boromir could not even place; dried herbs hung from the rafters. Several stools were stacked out of the way in a corner.

The dwarf retrieved two of them and set them in the small room’s only free space while Boromir saw to the drinks. He took two mugs from a shelf, tapped the beer-barrel, and filled them. He handed Gimli a mug. “Will you teach me a song from your homeland? A song of hearth and dwarf-women?”

Gimli tapped his mug against Boromir's and took the first sip. “I am no teacher,” he said, “but I will trade like for like. Have you songs enough to share?”

Boromir drank half his mug in a mighty gulp and wiped the foam from his lip with his sleeve. “You ask a soldier for drinking songs? I have enough to last till the sun awakes, or at the least till the barrel's drained dry. But I asked first, so the first song must be yours.”
Title: In Durin's Day
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: Durin
Summary: Durin's thoughts, on history and his people's place in it.

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Title: Coda
Author: Marta
Summary: After the destruction of Numenor, Nienna muses on loss. (Also features Pengolodh.)
Prompts: for Akallabeth in August 2009
Length: 2873


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[ar] NiRi,[fm] 350x100,[pl] Gondor

[ar] Elleth,[cat] Times: Post-Ring War and Beyond

Title: A Bird in the Hand
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Barahir (Fourth Age)
Prompt: BMEM09 Days 27, 29, & 30; fanfic100 prompt #3, ends
Word Count: 2,132
Rating: Teen for violence
Summary: In the Fourth Age, Gondor grapples with the legacy of Numenor that was.

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[ar] Elleth,[cat] Races: Men

Title: Tomorrows
Fandom: Lord of the rings
Characters: Faramir
Prompt: BMEM09 Day 31; fanfic100 prompt #65, Passing.
Word Count: 100
Rating: General
Summary: For years now, Faramir has longed for tomorrows.

Multimedia Note: A bit obvious, perhaps, but I had the Beatles song Yesterday in mind when writing this.

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[ar] NiRi,[fm] Vertical,[ch] Aragorn,[rc] Men,[tp] 3rd AgeTitle: Wishing
Fandom: Lord of the rings
Characters: Aragorn
Prompt: BMEM09 Day 28; fanfic100 prompt #55, spirit
Word Count: 200
Rating: General
Summary: In Harad, Aragorn muses on hope.

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[ar] NiRi,[rc] Hobbits,[pl] Shire,[tp] 3rd Age,[fm] 290x150

Title: Heroes
Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Bilbo
Prompt: BMEM09 Day 9
Word Count: 150
Rating: General
Summary: A tweenage Bilbo thinks back on the stories he learned as a child.

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Title: Tutelage
Fandom: Silmarillion
Characters: Manwe, Varda
Prompt: BMEM09 Day (I think?) 26
Word Count: 573
Rating: General
Summary: Manwe Sulimo, on history's accidents and lessons learned.

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[ar] NiRi,[fm] 350x100,[pl] Gondor

Title: Birthright
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Denethor
Prompt: BMEM09 Days 23-25; [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100 prompt #82, if
Word Count: 554
Rating: General
Summary: Denethor would have made a fine second-son; but that was not to be his fate.

Multimedia Note: For the interested, my "soundtrack" for this song was PFR's song Name. Not the lyrics so much, but parts of the song has the right "feel" for how I envision Denethor in this song.

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