Woo hoo! Birthday!
Jan. 15th, 2004 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneAwright! I'm 34 now. Wish I were at home working on my stories, or in my sweatpants watching TTT for the 10th time, at least, enjoying a bottle of champagne. Ah well. I'm treating myself to a good 2 hour lunch (well, it's coffee) with my best friend in town, which is almost as good.
For you other fanfiction writers out there: do you amuse yourself as much as I feel amused when referencing my own stories within other stories? It is just so much fun for me- I've just started a story for a challenge about Middle-earth authors found here
The Elf leaned back in the chair, leather-shod feet crossed on the nearby desk. Long pale fingers idly twirled an exquisitely formed chalice, its contents mostly imbibed. Close to the Elf’s shoes there was an equally intricate jug with more wine should the drinker care for more, but the immortal’s interests were currently focused on a book cradled in his lap. Legolas focused on the runes, alternately staring, then turning pages, none of it making any sense whatsoever. He lifted the silver cup to his lips and drained the last of the wine, then placed it gently on the table, lowering his feet and the front two legs of the chair to the floor. His pale eyes lit on the jug, and he leaned in to pour himself a half-chalice full, resituating the ancient text on the wooden surface. After another swallow, he rested his elbows on the desk, index and middle fingers pressed against his temples, gazing incomprehensibly at the yellowed pages.
The combination of wine and warmth from the nearby fire had little effect on the Elf, and he turned to greet the visitor whose steps he had heard approaching for some time down the stone corridor.
“Gimli!” Legolas was warm in his welcome.
“Legolas?!” the Dwarf was less effusive in his exchange. “What are you doing? This is, this is - ” He tripped over the words until he saw the book on the table. “Who showed you to my library? And where did you find that?” He jabbed a sturdy finger at the leatherbound tome. “That is the last copy of Narvi’s writings. You had best be careful.”
Legolas raised his eyebrows and then gazed at his arms and hands, which were not actually on the pages. “Though nothing like Lothlorien, we do have some ancient texts in Mirkwood, my friend, and I know how to read a book without abusing it.”
to be continued
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The Dwarf leaned back in the chair, leather-shod feet crossed on the nearby desk. Short stocky fingers idly twirled an exquisitely formed gold snifter, its contents mostly imbibed. Close to the Dwarf’s shoes there was an equally intricate decanter with more cordial should the drinker care for more, but the engineer’s interests were currently focused on a book cradled in her lap. Narvi focused on the runes, alternately reading, then turning pages, assessing the writings that had been penned by her own hand. She lifted the delicate cup to her lips and drained the last of the zhikomir, then placed it gently on the table, lowering her feet and the front two legs of the chair to the floor. Her dark eyes lit on the decanter, and she leaned in to pour herself a half-goblet full, resituating the newly-bound text on the wooden surface. After another swallow, she rested her elbows on the desk, index and middle fingers pressed against her temples, gazing intently at the stark white pages.
The combination of liqueur and warmth from the nearby fire made her rather sleepy, and she turned in shock at the visitor whose silent steps she had not heard approaching down the stone corridor.
“Celebrimbor?!” Narvi was startled as she greeted the visitor.
“Narvi!” The Elf was warm in his exchange.
“What are you doing here?” The Dwarf exclaimed, almost knocking over the cordial. “The other engineers have gone to bed hours ago. Who showed you to my library?”
to be continued
and the cordial that the Dwarf is drinking is one I made up for "Of Pipes and Poetry." It almost gives me the giggles. And I'm loving having fun with the way that it will be told in parallels, but inverse.
Happy Birthday to me!!
For you other fanfiction writers out there: do you amuse yourself as much as I feel amused when referencing my own stories within other stories? It is just so much fun for me- I've just started a story for a challenge about Middle-earth authors found here
The Elf leaned back in the chair, leather-shod feet crossed on the nearby desk. Long pale fingers idly twirled an exquisitely formed chalice, its contents mostly imbibed. Close to the Elf’s shoes there was an equally intricate jug with more wine should the drinker care for more, but the immortal’s interests were currently focused on a book cradled in his lap. Legolas focused on the runes, alternately staring, then turning pages, none of it making any sense whatsoever. He lifted the silver cup to his lips and drained the last of the wine, then placed it gently on the table, lowering his feet and the front two legs of the chair to the floor. His pale eyes lit on the jug, and he leaned in to pour himself a half-chalice full, resituating the ancient text on the wooden surface. After another swallow, he rested his elbows on the desk, index and middle fingers pressed against his temples, gazing incomprehensibly at the yellowed pages.
The combination of wine and warmth from the nearby fire had little effect on the Elf, and he turned to greet the visitor whose steps he had heard approaching for some time down the stone corridor.
“Gimli!” Legolas was warm in his welcome.
“Legolas?!” the Dwarf was less effusive in his exchange. “What are you doing? This is, this is - ” He tripped over the words until he saw the book on the table. “Who showed you to my library? And where did you find that?” He jabbed a sturdy finger at the leatherbound tome. “That is the last copy of Narvi’s writings. You had best be careful.”
Legolas raised his eyebrows and then gazed at his arms and hands, which were not actually on the pages. “Though nothing like Lothlorien, we do have some ancient texts in Mirkwood, my friend, and I know how to read a book without abusing it.”
to be continued
***
The Dwarf leaned back in the chair, leather-shod feet crossed on the nearby desk. Short stocky fingers idly twirled an exquisitely formed gold snifter, its contents mostly imbibed. Close to the Dwarf’s shoes there was an equally intricate decanter with more cordial should the drinker care for more, but the engineer’s interests were currently focused on a book cradled in her lap. Narvi focused on the runes, alternately reading, then turning pages, assessing the writings that had been penned by her own hand. She lifted the delicate cup to her lips and drained the last of the zhikomir, then placed it gently on the table, lowering her feet and the front two legs of the chair to the floor. Her dark eyes lit on the decanter, and she leaned in to pour herself a half-goblet full, resituating the newly-bound text on the wooden surface. After another swallow, she rested her elbows on the desk, index and middle fingers pressed against her temples, gazing intently at the stark white pages.
The combination of liqueur and warmth from the nearby fire made her rather sleepy, and she turned in shock at the visitor whose silent steps she had not heard approaching down the stone corridor.
“Celebrimbor?!” Narvi was startled as she greeted the visitor.
“Narvi!” The Elf was warm in his exchange.
“What are you doing here?” The Dwarf exclaimed, almost knocking over the cordial. “The other engineers have gone to bed hours ago. Who showed you to my library?”
to be continued
and the cordial that the Dwarf is drinking is one I made up for "Of Pipes and Poetry." It almost gives me the giggles. And I'm loving having fun with the way that it will be told in parallels, but inverse.
Happy Birthday to me!!
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:37 am (UTC)I like the story so far. Also, this is not the first time I've read of Narvi as a female. So I had to race over to HA to see whether the brilliant story I read recently (where Narvi is female) was one of yours. It doesn't appear to be. It would have been a big shame on me not to have remembered that!
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:00 am (UTC)Nope, but I reviewed it and LOVED it! In fact, I emailed the author afterwards to gush further. This story is most definitely inspired by "Opening Doors," which I need to go and print up before checking out a book or two out of the library on engineering, as I sure don't know how to make huge stone doors and would like to sound somewhat competent. There is so little dwarf-centric fiction out there, especially during this time period. But good memory- her story is a wonderful one, and I'll be making a comment that the kernel for my characterization of Narvi was due to her story. (I just went to HASA and sure enough, mine is now only one of two about Narvi. *sigh* guess I need to get serious about doing my research article on Dwarves that I told Lyllyn I'd do.)
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:27 am (UTC)AAUUGGHH!! Not really. But in spirit.
Hope yours is joyous. :-)
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Date: 2004-01-15 11:07 am (UTC)The pictures of the snow outside your window are beautiful, BTW.
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:57 am (UTC)E-angel.
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Date: 2004-01-15 11:08 am (UTC)I'm having a great day!
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Date: 2004-01-15 12:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-15 03:01 pm (UTC)Thank you! And bonus- the front page of my website is up! I emailed you for help about how to make new folders for the documents which I have now successfully transferred. Maybe my husband can help too, but you've been a lifesaver!
what a bad friend
Date: 2004-01-15 09:49 pm (UTC)Re: what a bad friend
Date: 2004-01-16 06:31 am (UTC)Wow! A livejournal for you, too? Perhaps this will be a bit easier than the coffee klatch, which was a brilliant idea, don't get me wrong, but it was one too many passwords and usernames for me. Ooh! Ooh! Off to comment in yours. (((huggles her fungus muchly)))
And don't ever feel the bad friend. Good lord. We go back too far for that. ;)
Happy (albeit slightly belated) Birthday!!! :D
Date: 2004-01-15 10:31 pm (UTC)And reply coming on your comment from the other day, I promise :D -
Hugs,
Febobe
Re: Happy (albeit slightly belated) Birthday!!! :D
Date: 2004-01-16 06:35 am (UTC)I'll be celebrating all weekend long, not to worry!! Thank you for your kind words and thoughts. It just worries me that usually you're posting at 3 a.m.! When do you sleep??