So. New fic.

[thrihyrne]

I posted this in a locked entry last night:

Not that my writing is all that, but to the first person on my flist who responds to this self-imposed meme; give me a pairing/situation, and how long of a story you want, and I'll write it for you.

twilights_abode was first up, and asked for Eowyn/Faramir. What I'd like to do (as something came to me as I was making my salad at home) is write several short snippets over a few days and post them daily. The story can evolve over time. Here's the first one, and can I say just how wonderful it feels to be referencing my LotR book again!! I've been doing so for another story, but unlike the HP series, it's so great to know that I actually have an appendices in the back of the book to thumb through for reference. The HP-lexicon is brilliant, of course, but it's just not the same.

Day One: Angry

The first time she met him, she felt anger. Not the vicious, throbbing rage that had sometimes settled into her pulse when Gríma lurked, a malevolent shadow from which she could never part; her mind was now too focused on what she needed to do. And he wouldn’t let her do it.

With eerily similar desperate eloquence of speech by which the Red Arrow had been presented to her uncle Théoden, he’d granted her, a foreigner, friend to illness and abandoned by kin, privileges of the City.

But not the battlefield.

Éowyn seethed, politely.

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Woohoo! So glad to see you LOTRing again! :) (((hugs)))