Dust Clouds by The Wavesinger
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B2MeM Challenge: This must be F/M day for me. For all it is the biggest romance story in Tolkien's work (way bigger than even Feanor/Nerdanel or Aragorn/Arwen or Hurin/Morwen, etc.) and his favorite, it is not the biggest in fandom. I would like to something more about Beren/Luthien. Any genre, any rating, any angle--
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Format: Ficlet
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Lúthien, Beren, Huan
Pairings: Beren/Lúthien
Creators' Notes (optional): Unbeta'd and disjointed, so read at your own risk
Summary: Lúthien rides in pursuit of Beren
I am Lúthien Tinúviel.
I am Lúthien Tinuviel, daughter of Melian and Thingol, and I thought I would never be betrothed to any man.
I am Lúthien Tinuviel, daughter of Melian and Thingol, and I love Beren son of Barahir. He, too, loves me.
The love I bear him is not the only reason I ride madly towards the Pass of Sirion, for this command of my father’s is madness and cruelty. I do not understand what he hopes to achieve, for he is not normally harsh, but whatever wrongs have been done to my beloved must be redressed.
Besides, it is folly for him, a mere mortal, to even think of walking into Angband and stealing a Silmaril. Only he who has lost all hope would allow himself to contemplate that, and so I fear for Beren. So, indeed, I fear for myself, but I cannot begin to think of that.
The dust billows around me, and my faithful friend carries me into the jaws of death.
“Do not ever do that again,” I say to him.
“I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.” He is stubborn, as mortal men are; his pride and chivalry are frustrating even my patience.
“You are in more danger than I am, my love,” I tell him.
He shakes his hair out of his face. Oh how I long to touch that hair, that skin, that face, though some part of me still entrenched in the customs of Doriath screams against it. Beren has no such constraints, but I do not think such gestures are part of his nature, for he has dwelt alone for many years. His face is not beautiful, but the thoughts that are so clearly painted on it are.
I know that he will not give in today. The truth, though, is one which he must have realized—if this quest is to be attempted, I must go with him.
I do not speak my thoughts aloud, and neither does he. Instead, we eat in silence, watching the twinkle of the small fire we dared strike up.
Soon, I drift into half-wakefulness, my lids dropping heavily.
It is only as I fall asleep that I register that his hand has crept to my hair.
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Format: Ficlet
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Lúthien, Beren, Huan
Pairings: Beren/Lúthien
Creators' Notes (optional): Unbeta'd and disjointed, so read at your own risk
Summary: Lúthien rides in pursuit of Beren
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I am Lúthien Tinúviel.
I am Lúthien Tinuviel, daughter of Melian and Thingol, and I thought I would never be betrothed to any man.
I am Lúthien Tinuviel, daughter of Melian and Thingol, and I love Beren son of Barahir. He, too, loves me.
The love I bear him is not the only reason I ride madly towards the Pass of Sirion, for this command of my father’s is madness and cruelty. I do not understand what he hopes to achieve, for he is not normally harsh, but whatever wrongs have been done to my beloved must be redressed.
Besides, it is folly for him, a mere mortal, to even think of walking into Angband and stealing a Silmaril. Only he who has lost all hope would allow himself to contemplate that, and so I fear for Beren. So, indeed, I fear for myself, but I cannot begin to think of that.
The dust billows around me, and my faithful friend carries me into the jaws of death.
—
“Do not ever do that again,” I say to him.
“I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.” He is stubborn, as mortal men are; his pride and chivalry are frustrating even my patience.
“You are in more danger than I am, my love,” I tell him.
He shakes his hair out of his face. Oh how I long to touch that hair, that skin, that face, though some part of me still entrenched in the customs of Doriath screams against it. Beren has no such constraints, but I do not think such gestures are part of his nature, for he has dwelt alone for many years. His face is not beautiful, but the thoughts that are so clearly painted on it are.
I know that he will not give in today. The truth, though, is one which he must have realized—if this quest is to be attempted, I must go with him.
I do not speak my thoughts aloud, and neither does he. Instead, we eat in silence, watching the twinkle of the small fire we dared strike up.
Soon, I drift into half-wakefulness, my lids dropping heavily.
It is only as I fall asleep that I register that his hand has crept to my hair.
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Date: 2015-03-05 12:03 pm (UTC)As this is the first time I've ever thought about it, your ficlet has certainly worked for me!
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Date: 2015-03-05 12:13 pm (UTC)Maybe the Union of Maedhros would have worked if Thingol was part of it, and Angband would have been overthrown? Or would the Doom have played out anyway? *throws carrots at plot bunnies* *swats at them with a handkerchief* *adds prompt market stall so they'll just go away*
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Date: 2015-03-05 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 01:24 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-03-05 01:38 pm (UTC)(I use the same reasoning for Andreth, in an as-yet-unposted story - that Elves in general would value 'interesting' over 'pretty', because they're nearly all pretty.)
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:05 pm (UTC)As for Andreth, her intellect is astounding (I'm the type of person who reads the Athrabeth over and over again because it's absolutely fascinating), so shame on Aegnor if 'pretty' was all he thought (obviously not, I hope, because a man like that wouldn't be worthy of Andreth, but...).
EDIT--I rant a lot. Sorry. *blushes*
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:53 pm (UTC)[I haven't got it all quite fleshed out yet, but I desperately ship Finrod/Andreth in a nonromantic - yet sexual - way, and this story has them, just after/within the Athrabeth, having somewhat awkward and unromantic yet quite satisfying and loving sex, and Finrod specifically tells her that she's more beautiful to him now than she was when she was younger because he knows more of her now. Genuinely the hardest thing I have ever tried to write, for all kinds of reasons, not the least of which is trying to mesh the Athrabeth's style with a sex scene! Finrod does at least get to say 'thou' to her at some point, though. :-) ]
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Date: 2015-03-08 12:33 pm (UTC)[*giggly sounds*Athrabeth and sex scenes are somewhat incompatible, though writong a sex scene is a feat beyond my comprehension (see below). Although 'thou'...*runs away choking*]
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Date: 2015-03-05 01:47 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:10 pm (UTC)Headcanon is an amazing thing, especially if I have vague memories of Tolkien saying that Beren was 'handsome'...
I actually didn't realize that would come across as deference (more like, I thought "Eep nobody will notice. Who cares? I'll put it in anyway"). I was picturing them as socially awkward and really, really shy, but I think I like your interpretation more *grins*.
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:43 pm (UTC)I think I always thought of Beren as good-looking by my standards. Good bones, but then of course weathered and worn even as a young man. He has lived a hard life. By Luthien's standards who knows?
Thanks so much for sharing!
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:02 pm (UTC)By Luthien's standards...well, she is the most beautiful woman in the world after all. It would be strange if anyone could match up to her, right? (*looks wildly around for nonexistent people*) And after centuries of life (and pretty people) I rather think that Beren was a breath of fresh air. (Also, completely shocked at the number of comments on those two words...) But Aragorn was called handsome, and I think that Tolkien compared his face to Beren's (really, the amount of vague Tolkien-related memories I have is frustrating. Looking up something...arrgh).
I tend to picture Luthien as isolating herself because everyone is falling over themselves to please her, which is overwhelming when 'everyone else' is eons-old and/or really wise and pretty and shiny. Also, she probably got tired of marriage proposals long ago (again, fresh air). Thingol's protectiveness wouldn't have helped either. Hence the awkwardness and shyness (also because amazing powers, beauty, and social capability is too much for one person? (I tend to get jealous a lot)). Beren, of course, is a no-brainer. Wandering alone in the wild and everything.
I've gone off on a tangent, but yes. Thank you :).
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:07 pm (UTC)I have to admit that I have moments when explicit moments in romance kills the mood for me as well, for some reason, (I skip over lots of scenes when I'm reading) but then, most of the time I don't mind the explicit part. It just doesn't do anything for me. Each to their own, I guess.
*stops yammering about self, says thank you, and shuts up*
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:23 pm (UTC)I kind of do mind explicit parts; I'm rather a fan of euphemisms, innuendo, and fade to black, myself. Explicit scenes make me feel like I'm invading someone's privacy. Kind of silly, since it's fictional someones, but there it is.
And truthfully, when someone is writing about a society that is more reserved about physical affection, a small touch or a light kiss is often much more realistic and emotional than something else would be.
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Date: 2015-03-08 12:25 pm (UTC)Not silly at all! Fictional someones are people too. At least in my opinion. [Which doesn't really count because I tend to get rather attached to fictional characters, but yes] And the only near-almost-but-not-quite-explicit scene I've ever written came up to a grand total of two lines, one of which was about Eru blessing Numenor (don't ask). (Although there are people who write explicit romance so amazingly well that I don't mind...)
Although yes. I completely get that. I think that, say, Noldorin or Numenorian society would have been more liberal than the Shire or Beleriand. But more emotional, definitely. [On an unrelated note, the kiss at the end of BBC's Pride and Prejudice mini-series almost ruined the entire thing for me, because it was completely out of character with the period...]
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:24 pm (UTC)If you use the template from the Fanwork Posting Guidelines here, then the lj-cut should be part of it.
(I am not a mod, only the tagging assistant, and I have no particular authority. Possibly I should not have put my foot in.) I believe the comm guidelines do ask for an lj-cut. The idea is that it hides the text of the story and people can click to see the whole thing, instead of the full text of everyone's stories appearing on their friends page, which can become very long. Does that make sense?
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