title: caged
rating: adult
summary: i suck at summaries but glorfindel and ecthelion, in an effort to find maeglin, find themselves trapped in a tunnel in anghabar | 2660 words
pairing: glorfindel/ectheion

dedication: anuhealani

note:
i. all snark and attention to ecthelion's voice is entirely the fault of anuhealani.
ii. i have no doubt at all that i also owe a great deal to mouse_rat's ecthelion and, of course, to tehta's glorious glorfindel/ecthelion stories (the yardstick by which all glorfindel/ecthelion should be measured). like i said before, i'm just not that original.
iii. bit of love to luinar who demanded that i tell her this story, even though we were sitting in the epicurean food centre in dublin, at the time (not quite the location to discuss the illicit sex lives of elves).

( If I were perfectly normal, I wouldn’t be wondering whether this is a good moment to tell you that I love you )

title: extremes of ages
rating: pg-ish?
summary: the lives & times of glorfindel | ~3,400 words
pairing: glorfindel/ecthelion

dedication: anuhealani

note:
i. i am not that original. i like recycling concepts and so i have done.
ii. there is no sex. i shall remedy that with an x-rated version sometime.
iii. i think it ends a tad abruptly but it's how it ended, damn it.
iv. this is chock-full of in-jokes. (i wasn't joking about ereinion being a self-insert).
v. this is the first longish fanfiction piece i've written for a long long long long time. be gentle. DON'T JUDGE ME.
vi. ♥ & thanks to zap_rousdar. i might broaden your general title to 'fanfiction guru'. just because.
vii. also, a shout-out to kayeff.

( Not even for the love of me will he cross the Sundering Sea )

back to counsels in rivendell with hearts to gnomeofsol . true fact: this multi-chapter story is what threw the two of us together, over five years ago.

Chapter 3: Sacrifice ( in which i make people cry. hobbit presence: dropping off )

we're taking a quick break from counsels for this. it's crackfic i wrote years ago.

why one should never bet against mandos ( * )

so. the chapter-a-day thing didn't quite pan out. anyhoo, part ii of counsels in rivendell, with many thanks to kazaera & bradycardia for commenting on the previous. nostalgia is fun.

Chapter 2: Faith. ( i swear she's not a mary-sue. hobbit presence: low-to-medium )

i began to write counsels in rivendell in late 2002 and it was completed in january 2003. this fact is brought to you by "fuck i'm getting old". anyway, in a fit of nostalgia, i've decided to repost it, here in 100_indecisions, even though it rather directly contradicts my most recent fic.

things to note: the main character is an ofc, but i'm really very, very fond of her. it's set during the timeline of the lord of the rings and i'm insufferably cruel to glorfindel. one thing i often felt about this multichapter [6 chapters & an epilogue] piece is that is wrote itself, although it does seem rather stilted, upon re-reading. still, you can make up your own mind on that front.

i'm a little embarrassed reposting it but not utterly ashamed as i suspect this remains one of the better things i've written. also, it was written in the days when i swore blind that i'd never write slash.

i think i'll post a chapter a day, so as not to flood your f-lists. a shout-out must go out to bradycardia who initially proof-read it, and to gnomeofsol, who loved it enough to make me love it.

anyway, on with ye ancient fanfiction.


Chapter 1: Love ( thar be hobbits here )

title: ad astra
summary: the death of gil-galad | 679 words
note: i think that ereinion gil-galad has been my longest-serving fanfiction muse. this has been trying to write itself for a month. i wrote the first sentence at the start of february and didn't write anything else until today. i suspect that this might be the darkest fic i've written about him but that might be because i've stripped it right down; there is no wife, no hope and no heir and what better time to dwell on this than in the moments before the last charge?

and, yes, it did go a bit 300 on me.

( the shadows creep around him, and draw him in, and they are not like the ham-fisted, light-hearted, bloody-ha-ha attempts of his bodyguards to keep him safe and keep him high king and invincible )

title: dispatches
authors: applegnat & lanyon
summary: the emails exchanged between two cousins over a period of months.

( Fuck, Lionel, I'm knackered. Absolutely knackered. Does this mean I'm getting old? )

entry for picfor1000 2008. the writing of this was like pulling teeth.

title: anything i hate
summary: to quote from a rufus wainwright song: this is the day, the day of the death, the death of the matinee idol. this fic is rather more topical than i'd have liked. the characters are mine with the exception of an anonymous cameo by a certain gabriel barnes, who is mostly applegnat's.




( (Did she mean it, did she Marilyn.) )

lookie, it's writing. it's the charioteer fanfiction, in response to this challenge.

title: that hateful ghost.
prompt: ghosts don't always have the best timing. in 60 mins.
summary: 1945; laurie is startled by a ghost from the past with exquisitely bad timing.
word count: 438 words

( the ghosts scatter and flee, leaving slow, steady breaths of sleep in their wake and a ticking clock as time inches away from the haunted past. )

title: []
summary: hey. it's a knightley who's not lewis. what?

( any fool can use a calculator )

i wrote! i wrote harry potter fanfiction, about a month after harry potter and the harrowing deaths deathly hallows came out. i think that's pretty good, for me. as promised, it's about teddy lupin and, not as promised, it's not very good and it's really pretty stream-of-consciousness.

title: teddy's lupin's first day at hogwarts.
rating: pg
summary: 's all in the title, man.
word count: 1, 066. omg. i wrote over a thousand words in 45 minutes!
( teddy has seen where his parents died but he is too young to find it eerie that their chapel of rest will be his home for the next seven years. )

(this feels like the start of something. i don't know what.)

Byron Matthews had the triple misfortune of being beautiful, a genius and quite insane. He kept his insanity almost as carefully concealed as his genius, although the beauty was harder to disguise. Byron muddled his way through school and into art college in New York and into the lives of a hundred different people, most of whom loved him, even though he irritated them all to varying degrees. He was the sort of boy who should have been bruised and battered; his lack of guile and his naiveté bordered on dangerous and Byron’s sense of self-preservation appeared to be non-existent.






(also - today is william shakespeare's presumed birthday. happy birthday, great uncle will.)

here we have my entry for picfor1000.
title: ocean breathes salty
rating: pg13; some underage shenanigans
prompt:
summary: a story of how the lives of 3 young people are affected by one passer-by. story title from a modest mouse song of the same name.
dedication: for applegnat, who knows byron well.

( 2 minors & a major )

yes, it is fanfiction and, yes, it is most certainly for anuhealani. thanks for all the fish, mate.
title: curtain call
genre: surrealism, oy.
word count: 500
summary: pre-apocalyptic silmfic featuring túrin and beleg and with a passing mention of the punkrock sons of dior.

( conclusions are no longer foregone, for that matter, except for death & taxes & the end of the world )

'verse: out back & shot
rating: there's swearing.
summary: ahahahah. it's 100 words & the biggest spoiler ever. totally non-chronological.



082. if ( * )