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"Three" by Memaizaka
Format: Drabble
Genre: Gen
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Characters: Fëanor, Curufin's Wife, Maedhros
Pairings: None (familial relationship hinted at)
Summary: Three drabbles on different subjects.
Story on AO3
Cards: Beachy and coastly: seacoast market i27, smells: fish B9, N32: beachy and coastly: Alqualonde, B14: Booktitle: fragile things
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen
Warnings: None
It should be quiet here.
That is what the elders say. What my mother says, when she speaks, if she speaks at all. But fragile things, as they often turn out to be, are actually quite strong in the end. Many of the houses are still in ruins. We have found all the dead, but not given them rest. How could we, when we were promised no one would rot here? And yet, they do. They will soon be returned, the messenger says. With new bodies, all brand new flesh and bone. Eventually, we release them. They float away in flashes of fire on the water, much like the ships they so valiantly sought to defend.
Unquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers
"Where are you sleeping tonight, Aragorn?" Elladan demanded. "In the stable with the horses?"
"No!" Elrohir protested. "That would be a torture for the poor beasts. Bree has laws against animal cruelty."
"Well, he is not sharing with us again!"
Aragorn ignored both his brothers with the tolerance of long practice, and continued with his meal.
"The boiled beef is not so bad," Elladan continued, "It is those things." He pointed to some soggy green lumps on the plate.
"They're sprouts," Aragorn said indistinctly, his mouth full. He swallowed. "Barliman grows them himself."
"Well, in that case, you can sleep in his room tonight," Elrohir told him. "They have a most unfortunate effect on you, little brother. They make you windy!"
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