Daeron's Great Idea? by Kaylee Arafinwiel
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b2memB2MEM Challenge: B2MEM 2012 – N31, Crack Pairings 2
Format: Triple drabble
Genre: AU (modern)
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Elves in Modern Day
Characters: Daeron, Mithrellas, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Nimrodel
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes: Set in the Fiondilverse, specifically Elf Academy.
Summary: He wondered if she’d ever notice him the way he’s always noticed her…
This was his idea, Darren Harper keeps reminding himself. Travelling to Alaska to enroll in Elf Academy was his ‘great idea’. But as the six of them pile back into Loren’s mini-van after the rest stop, he glances from one familiar face to the next.
Loren DelaFiore. Dan and Roy Ronaldson. His gaze moves from the Peredhel twins to the ellith. Della White – and Misty Grey. Mithrellas, he tells himself, privately, quietly, and climbs in beside her, for once – the back seat, not the front.
She blinks in surprise, for he practically cut off Nimrodel to do that. The former bard of Doriath flashes Della an apologetic smile. She shrugs.
“Guess it’s my turn to navigate.” She takes his seat beside Loren, and now it’s just him and Misty behind the Twin Terrors.
“My lady…” She isn’t sure what prompted him to sit here, but Misty suddenly feels uncomfortable with the situation. Help me, Della.
“Enough of that, Misty,” Della says reprovingly. “It’s just Darren.”
It’s just Darren.
Is Misty…afraid to be alone with him? Darren glances sideways at the former wife of Imrazor, and she blushes rosily.
“Mithrellas…I would never hurt you.”
“I know, Daeron.” Here in the privacy of the van, making for the James Dalton Highway, they can drop their Mortal names. Elladan and Elrohir lean over the seat, but Glorfindel throws a wadded-up napkin from the driver’s seat that hits Dan squarely in the back of the head.
“Hey!”
“Let Daeron and Mithrellas have their moment, elflings,” Glorfindel says, and now both he and Mithrellas are blushing. Their moment?
“Thank you, Lord Glorfindel,” he mutters once he regains his equilibrium, and Mithrellas laughs.
She reminds him, suddenly, of Lúthien.
He turns away sharply, and stares out at passing wilderness.
This had better be a great idea.
Format: Triple drabble
Genre: AU (modern)
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Elves in Modern Day
Characters: Daeron, Mithrellas, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Nimrodel
Pairings: None
Creator’s Notes: Set in the Fiondilverse, specifically Elf Academy.
Summary: He wondered if she’d ever notice him the way he’s always noticed her…
This was his idea, Darren Harper keeps reminding himself. Travelling to Alaska to enroll in Elf Academy was his ‘great idea’. But as the six of them pile back into Loren’s mini-van after the rest stop, he glances from one familiar face to the next.
Loren DelaFiore. Dan and Roy Ronaldson. His gaze moves from the Peredhel twins to the ellith. Della White – and Misty Grey. Mithrellas, he tells himself, privately, quietly, and climbs in beside her, for once – the back seat, not the front.
She blinks in surprise, for he practically cut off Nimrodel to do that. The former bard of Doriath flashes Della an apologetic smile. She shrugs.
“Guess it’s my turn to navigate.” She takes his seat beside Loren, and now it’s just him and Misty behind the Twin Terrors.
“My lady…” She isn’t sure what prompted him to sit here, but Misty suddenly feels uncomfortable with the situation. Help me, Della.
“Enough of that, Misty,” Della says reprovingly. “It’s just Darren.”
It’s just Darren.
Is Misty…afraid to be alone with him? Darren glances sideways at the former wife of Imrazor, and she blushes rosily.
“Mithrellas…I would never hurt you.”
“I know, Daeron.” Here in the privacy of the van, making for the James Dalton Highway, they can drop their Mortal names. Elladan and Elrohir lean over the seat, but Glorfindel throws a wadded-up napkin from the driver’s seat that hits Dan squarely in the back of the head.
“Hey!”
“Let Daeron and Mithrellas have their moment, elflings,” Glorfindel says, and now both he and Mithrellas are blushing. Their moment?
“Thank you, Lord Glorfindel,” he mutters once he regains his equilibrium, and Mithrellas laughs.
She reminds him, suddenly, of Lúthien.
He turns away sharply, and stares out at passing wilderness.
This had better be a great idea.
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