For the fic writer ask game: 8 [writer's choice for the fic!] and 9 please!
8 ⧽. what part of [insert fic] is your favorite?
I’m going to cheat here and talk about two bc they are So Different and also hard to choose!
The first is in Dubious Life Lessons and honestly I love the scene where Celegorm saves Boromir! The hope and the faith and the fact that it works was just so great to write! It was one of the scenes I went into the fic knowing I just had to write.
Few, if any, of their rituals and rites had worked in Beleriand but they had continued them all the same. Hoping desperately that they would receive an answer or any type of signal their Lord was listening.
It was that same hope that dropped him to his knees. Perhaps it would work better in Middle Earth than Beleriand. Perhaps it would be allowed in a place where the Doom of Mandos was lessened, if not yet lifted.
The second is the very final scene of A Circlet of Weirwood. This partially bc it’s how I always wanted the war with the Others to end, (no I’m not still bitter how you could barely see anything in GoT) and partially bc I am still proud of the picture I painted there!
And then the most beautiful sight, a single streak of orange across the sky, brighter than flames, more lovely than a flower for what it represented. A colour that would be remembered by all those who had seen it for the sheer joy that it brought them, a colour that would soon be replicated and used by so many to decorate themselves and their living space in the hope of replicating that singular feeling.
But that would be in the future, and as the fighting died down, as wights collapsed to the ground, unaided by the swords of men, so too did more shades fill the sky, pinks and yellows and oranges of hues, so many it was impossible to name them all, until it seemed as though the sky itself was celebrating in its feast day best.
9 ⧽. tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about!
I would gush here about my TRSB fic but I’m currently Not Allowed so instead I’m going to talk about my Sauron Wins WIP/idea that I’m pretty sure I posted an except from a while ago!
So the idea is that Frodo is captured in Mordor, Sam along with him, and the Ring finds its way to Sauron again. Naturally from this point everything Goes Wrong.
The armies at the Black Gate are overwhelmed entirely, and Gandalf makes a final stand allowing the last few to escape and spread the news of their loss, the better to enable people to flee or make ready the defences.
The Sons of Elrond are among those who escaped. One flies North, to his grandmother, to Loth Lorien and Mirkwood. If they are swift they may be able to retreat deeper into their forests, or else evacuate down the rivers to the Sea.
The other rides West, as swiftly as he is able. To Rivendell, first, to where his father and sister plan to make their final stand, to where they can hold out for a while. (For Rivendell had ever started life as a refugee camp, and it takes little to remind her valleys of that.)
Onwards again he is sent, to Cirdan. To Lindon that was, and the last of the Noldor on the shores of Middle Earth. There Cirdan makes the choice to send him across the water, a descendant of Earendil who had made such a plea before. They have no Silmaril to offer, save that which is already in the Sea.
I just really enjoy this WIP bc I can play around with themes of the first and second age and also think about the desperate measures that these characters would go to.
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