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b2mem2012-03-07 08:01 pm
ladyelleth.livejournal.com) wrote in b2mem2012-03-07 08:01 pm
Snaring Light, by Elleth
B2MeM Challenge:
067: AU Card: Identify a cultural artifact associated with a people you're interested in - how might a different history change its significance?, Femslash: Women of the House of Finwë
Format: Fic
Genre: Drabble, AU, Femslash
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Indis, Míriel, Fëanor
Pairings: Indis/Míriel(/Finwë), hinted
Summary: Young Fëanor requests a gift off his mothers. (Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indy1776's A Kind of Poetry, but probably an AU to her AU.)
Snaring Light
Laughing, Indis looked into Fëanáro's bright, expectant eyes.
"Some hair from both our heads, love? That is no hardship." She snatched Míriel's silver scissors from the tangled workbox and saw her wife (the thought still gave her such delightful thrills) nod assent without ever looking up from her swiftly-moving needles.
The gold and silver strands clutched firmly in his hand, Fëanáro forestalled the inevitable questions, dashing away. Míriel briefly rested her embroidery, smiling after her son. "I heard him boast to Finwë this morning that the Mingling would see him snare the light. We seem to be part of it."
067: AU Card: Identify a cultural artifact associated with a people you're interested in - how might a different history change its significance?, Femslash: Women of the House of Finwë
Format: Fic
Genre: Drabble, AU, Femslash
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Characters: Indis, Míriel, Fëanor
Pairings: Indis/Míriel(/Finwë), hinted
Summary: Young Fëanor requests a gift off his mothers. (Inspired by
indy1776's A Kind of Poetry, but probably an AU to her AU.)Snaring Light
Laughing, Indis looked into Fëanáro's bright, expectant eyes.
"Some hair from both our heads, love? That is no hardship." She snatched Míriel's silver scissors from the tangled workbox and saw her wife (the thought still gave her such delightful thrills) nod assent without ever looking up from her swiftly-moving needles.
The gold and silver strands clutched firmly in his hand, Fëanáro forestalled the inevitable questions, dashing away. Míriel briefly rested her embroidery, smiling after her son. "I heard him boast to Finwë this morning that the Mingling would see him snare the light. We seem to be part of it."