The WIP meme (2012 edition)
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aearwen2It's time again for participating in the WIP meme, where this time around I'm to post the first sentence (or two or three) from my WIPs. This year, I'm snitching this meme from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofoshun. The thing is, at least one of these WIPs has been partially posted in here - so for that one, I'll post the first sentence of an upcoming (and thus unposted) chapter, rather than the very first bit.
As usual, most of these are novel-length pieces, with only a couple of one-shots.
Tolkien Fandom
Changeling
"Ada, Menester told me you wished to see me?"
"Come in, daughter, come in!" Elladan beckoned Ivoreth from behind the huge desk. "You came more quickly than I anticipated. I thought you were busy in your garden."
Farewell Lorinand
The warmth of a late summer day remained, despite the fact that it was now quite dark. The evening breeze danced capriciously, lifting silver hair from a broad shoulder and using it to tickle at a nose. Celeborn slid from his mount’s back and, with a soft word, left it behind him to graze in peaceful safety as he walked out of the surrounding trees and into the grassy meadow.
I Dhaerlend Dadui
Another beautiful evening in Paradise - as if there could be any other kind, Elladan thought cynically. He gazed with a critical eye about the small glade that he and Elrohir had selected for the evening's activities. The stars will be bright overhead, when it finally gets dark, and the air has just the right level of briskness to keep those of us outside alert, and there is even the soft hoot of an owl from the forest that surrounds the little glade. Not a hint of a dark cloud or discouraging thing to be sensed. Dammit!
In The Elvenking's Forest
Six year old Tayla loved to play in the forest in autumn, with leaves of yellow and gold falling like a shower of riches to cover the ground. She would run through the leaves, kicking the treasure up into the air and making it rain down on her head, once her chores were done and her mother had given her some time to herself.
Letters From Home
Dear Grandfather Elrond,
I miss you. I have missed you since you rode away from Imladris, even though I had only known you for a few months. You were so much more than just a grandfather to me. You helped me to begin to heal from those hard years in Minas Tirith, and to understand what it meant to be part of an Elven family. I studied hard after you were gone and I became a healer because it was the only way I could help others in the way you and Ada and Elrohir helped me. In raising my children, I have kept in mind all the examples you and Ada and Nana set for me. I have always been proud to be of the House of the Peredhil, even if my blood doesn't hold any of yours.
Not Quite As Expected (Title will change eventually)
The King looked up at a knock on his office door. The guard that entered at the call saluted immediately. "Sire, there is a Dwarf at the bridge, requesting to speak to you."
Strange Melodies
The sound of a harp accompanied the crash of the waves, and Jeri smiled in comfortable memory. She knew that sound, having heard it many times before.
The Other Peredhil
"Look there, Eryllaer! We're almost there!" Thenidor put his arm around the shoulders of his sister-by-marriage and pointed across the arching stone bridge. Beyond lay a set of buildings that looked as if they had grown up in place along with the trees and the waterfalls and the sheer cliff edges. "Only a little bit further."
(As yet untitled)
"Ada, I love him."
Elladan scowled and folded his arms over his chest as he stared out the window of his office. "You are a daughter of the House of Elrond. I was certain that your uncle Estel would make sure that the only ones who would be encouraged…"
Doctor Who Fandom
Not Quite As Planned
"What set you off this time, or do I really need to ask?"
Surviving Metacrisis
Donna stirred, her perception of the world around her slowly coming clearer in her mind one sense at a time. She was warm, although the surface she was lying on was far less comfortable than her usual bed in the TARDIS. Speaking of which, she could hear the subtle song of the ancient space-timeship in the deeper recesses of her mind, a sound that could relax her when virtually nothing else could. The song told her a very useful bit of information: she was home, safe on the TARDIS - although not in her own bed. Her head felt as if she were in the first twelve hours following one of her migraines: not actually painful, but still reeling from the echoes of a pain recently diminished.
No Such Thing As A Happy Ending
He sat up in bed, blinking in the soft, early light of yet another dawn that felt so completely wrong. He ran the fingers of his right hand – the one from which he had grown – through his tossed hair absently before catching himself in the habitual gesture as he assessed his situation.
Five months.
Original Fiction
Phoenix(Working title - to be changed later)
It didn't matter that the day was bright and warm, or that the birds were singing in the trees around her. All that mattered to Davina was that the doorway of the Wizard's cottage had just come into view, and that Javin had threatened three times to take her hand firmly in his to make certain she didn't run away. By her uncle's word, given in exchange for a seat on the village council, she was doomed to the same fate as old Lisbet: to be weekly cook and housekeeper to the Wizard and his burly apprentice.
Starting Over
I looked around as I walked from the small commuter plane toward the terminal of the San Felipe, California airport — half a continent away from everything and everyone that I knew — and breathed a sigh of relief. I was here. Rolling golden and olive drab hillsides at last surrounded me rather than the familiar flat fields of corn and beans, and of back home. The breeze that blew through my hair had the faintest tang of salt to it, not the smell of rich prairie farmland and dairies I’d known for the better part of my life.
Worldship
Deep inside, where man had not stepped in over two millenia, the machine continued to perform its assigned task of carrying the two thousand. At hundreds of pre-determined points in time, small amounts of the desperately finite amount of fuel had been expended to correct the trajectory of the huge spherical craft toward what had once been but a distant point of light in the endless darkness.
Nema'at
They lay together in the narrow and lumpy bed, holding the other tightly in the knowledge that this quiet opportunity would most likely never come again. She nestled against his massive chest, her fingers grasping at the soft fine linen of his loose shirt, warm with his arms wrapped around her.
“My love,” she murmured softly. “At least I get to see you once more…”
Idago
"Mharith? Where are you?"
"Lori! You have to come and see this!"
Sleeper Cycle - Awakening
Antar Lontarssohn shivered. The autumn night in the mountains was cold, and the many lit torches that encircled the wood and oil-drenched pyre crackled and snapped in the stiff breeze that had been blowing up the valley all day. He could make out the faces of those present in the flickering, yellow light that provided little warmth. A quick glance upwards found the many star guardians shining in an otherwise ebon sky bereft of even a sliver of the face of Mokset, the ruler of the Dark Skies, as He peeked around the corner of the Dream.
As yet untitled
It is taught that in the Very Beginning, there was nothing but the One; and the One was alone. And in this alone-ness, the One knew the peace and tranquility of complete and utter simplicity. It is taught that after an endless time, the One fell asleep and began to Dream. And in that Dream, all that Was, Is, and is yet to Be were given form and then set free to follow their own destiny within the Dream. It is taught that from the One-ness of the Very Beginning came first the Light and its guardian, Isa, who moved in her golden chariot across the Dream; and then came the Dark and its many guardians that moved across the Dream, with the greatest of these being Nimur in His silver armor. It is taught that the rulers of Dark and the Light share the sky with each other in turn, and their eternal dance make the seasons move in clear order.
So, if you ever wonder what I'm doing when I just kinda disappear writing-wise, I'm most likely working on one of the above. Either that or I'm up to my epaulettes in music. I do intend to finish all of these - I'm just not making promises as to when.
heartofoshun. The thing is, at least one of these WIPs has been partially posted in here - so for that one, I'll post the first sentence of an upcoming (and thus unposted) chapter, rather than the very first bit.As usual, most of these are novel-length pieces, with only a couple of one-shots.
Tolkien Fandom
Changeling
"Ada, Menester told me you wished to see me?"
"Come in, daughter, come in!" Elladan beckoned Ivoreth from behind the huge desk. "You came more quickly than I anticipated. I thought you were busy in your garden."
Farewell Lorinand
The warmth of a late summer day remained, despite the fact that it was now quite dark. The evening breeze danced capriciously, lifting silver hair from a broad shoulder and using it to tickle at a nose. Celeborn slid from his mount’s back and, with a soft word, left it behind him to graze in peaceful safety as he walked out of the surrounding trees and into the grassy meadow.
I Dhaerlend Dadui
Another beautiful evening in Paradise - as if there could be any other kind, Elladan thought cynically. He gazed with a critical eye about the small glade that he and Elrohir had selected for the evening's activities. The stars will be bright overhead, when it finally gets dark, and the air has just the right level of briskness to keep those of us outside alert, and there is even the soft hoot of an owl from the forest that surrounds the little glade. Not a hint of a dark cloud or discouraging thing to be sensed. Dammit!
In The Elvenking's Forest
Six year old Tayla loved to play in the forest in autumn, with leaves of yellow and gold falling like a shower of riches to cover the ground. She would run through the leaves, kicking the treasure up into the air and making it rain down on her head, once her chores were done and her mother had given her some time to herself.
Letters From Home
Dear Grandfather Elrond,
I miss you. I have missed you since you rode away from Imladris, even though I had only known you for a few months. You were so much more than just a grandfather to me. You helped me to begin to heal from those hard years in Minas Tirith, and to understand what it meant to be part of an Elven family. I studied hard after you were gone and I became a healer because it was the only way I could help others in the way you and Ada and Elrohir helped me. In raising my children, I have kept in mind all the examples you and Ada and Nana set for me. I have always been proud to be of the House of the Peredhil, even if my blood doesn't hold any of yours.
Not Quite As Expected (Title will change eventually)
The King looked up at a knock on his office door. The guard that entered at the call saluted immediately. "Sire, there is a Dwarf at the bridge, requesting to speak to you."
Strange Melodies
The sound of a harp accompanied the crash of the waves, and Jeri smiled in comfortable memory. She knew that sound, having heard it many times before.
The Other Peredhil
"Look there, Eryllaer! We're almost there!" Thenidor put his arm around the shoulders of his sister-by-marriage and pointed across the arching stone bridge. Beyond lay a set of buildings that looked as if they had grown up in place along with the trees and the waterfalls and the sheer cliff edges. "Only a little bit further."
(As yet untitled)
"Ada, I love him."
Elladan scowled and folded his arms over his chest as he stared out the window of his office. "You are a daughter of the House of Elrond. I was certain that your uncle Estel would make sure that the only ones who would be encouraged…"
Doctor Who Fandom
Not Quite As Planned
"What set you off this time, or do I really need to ask?"
Surviving Metacrisis
Donna stirred, her perception of the world around her slowly coming clearer in her mind one sense at a time. She was warm, although the surface she was lying on was far less comfortable than her usual bed in the TARDIS. Speaking of which, she could hear the subtle song of the ancient space-timeship in the deeper recesses of her mind, a sound that could relax her when virtually nothing else could. The song told her a very useful bit of information: she was home, safe on the TARDIS - although not in her own bed. Her head felt as if she were in the first twelve hours following one of her migraines: not actually painful, but still reeling from the echoes of a pain recently diminished.
No Such Thing As A Happy Ending
He sat up in bed, blinking in the soft, early light of yet another dawn that felt so completely wrong. He ran the fingers of his right hand – the one from which he had grown – through his tossed hair absently before catching himself in the habitual gesture as he assessed his situation.
Five months.
Original Fiction
Phoenix(Working title - to be changed later)
It didn't matter that the day was bright and warm, or that the birds were singing in the trees around her. All that mattered to Davina was that the doorway of the Wizard's cottage had just come into view, and that Javin had threatened three times to take her hand firmly in his to make certain she didn't run away. By her uncle's word, given in exchange for a seat on the village council, she was doomed to the same fate as old Lisbet: to be weekly cook and housekeeper to the Wizard and his burly apprentice.
Starting Over
I looked around as I walked from the small commuter plane toward the terminal of the San Felipe, California airport — half a continent away from everything and everyone that I knew — and breathed a sigh of relief. I was here. Rolling golden and olive drab hillsides at last surrounded me rather than the familiar flat fields of corn and beans, and of back home. The breeze that blew through my hair had the faintest tang of salt to it, not the smell of rich prairie farmland and dairies I’d known for the better part of my life.
Worldship
Deep inside, where man had not stepped in over two millenia, the machine continued to perform its assigned task of carrying the two thousand. At hundreds of pre-determined points in time, small amounts of the desperately finite amount of fuel had been expended to correct the trajectory of the huge spherical craft toward what had once been but a distant point of light in the endless darkness.
Nema'at
They lay together in the narrow and lumpy bed, holding the other tightly in the knowledge that this quiet opportunity would most likely never come again. She nestled against his massive chest, her fingers grasping at the soft fine linen of his loose shirt, warm with his arms wrapped around her.
“My love,” she murmured softly. “At least I get to see you once more…”
Idago
"Mharith? Where are you?"
"Lori! You have to come and see this!"
Sleeper Cycle - Awakening
Antar Lontarssohn shivered. The autumn night in the mountains was cold, and the many lit torches that encircled the wood and oil-drenched pyre crackled and snapped in the stiff breeze that had been blowing up the valley all day. He could make out the faces of those present in the flickering, yellow light that provided little warmth. A quick glance upwards found the many star guardians shining in an otherwise ebon sky bereft of even a sliver of the face of Mokset, the ruler of the Dark Skies, as He peeked around the corner of the Dream.
As yet untitled
It is taught that in the Very Beginning, there was nothing but the One; and the One was alone. And in this alone-ness, the One knew the peace and tranquility of complete and utter simplicity. It is taught that after an endless time, the One fell asleep and began to Dream. And in that Dream, all that Was, Is, and is yet to Be were given form and then set free to follow their own destiny within the Dream. It is taught that from the One-ness of the Very Beginning came first the Light and its guardian, Isa, who moved in her golden chariot across the Dream; and then came the Dark and its many guardians that moved across the Dream, with the greatest of these being Nimur in His silver armor. It is taught that the rulers of Dark and the Light share the sky with each other in turn, and their eternal dance make the seasons move in clear order.
So, if you ever wonder what I'm doing when I just kinda disappear writing-wise, I'm most likely working on one of the above. Either that or I'm up to my epaulettes in music. I do intend to finish all of these - I'm just not making promises as to when.
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