(Even if because timezones, it is a Saturday but hush, its friday somewhere in the world so it doesn't matter)
Tagge by @comeontakemyname (thank you for the tag!). These came from multiple WIP fics which are part of the same universe (and part of Silm/LOTR). So the word was WRITE and let me tell you, searching for a W at the start of a sentence took forever.
Anyway, here are some (oh dear, rather long) sentences!
"Walking to the shared forges," she said, "is an encouragement for Tyelpe to go outside to rest his eyes and stretch neck and see the sun and stars for a little bit instead of being smothered by caustic fumes- a hyberbole, Annatar. I am well aware you all take your safety precautions very serious and have proper ventilation and procedures in place if something goes awry."
“Relax, we’re just going to go through a few drills with you,” Celegorm said, not looking up from where he was sharpening his sword with a whetting stone. “Maedhos mentioned that while he’s been practising with Fingon, you don't know even the basics. Well, basics beyond ‘sharp end doesn't go in you’.”
(Context- Celegorm is trying to play part-time mentor while forgetting that there is the association of him holding a sword and Alqualonde. Ya know, Swords + Feanorians = Anxiety)
Immediately she was met with his bared teeth, eyes wild and bright, and he tried to bite her neck, both of his hands clawing painfully at her scalp and her hair. Instinctively, she threw out her hands and the moment they caught his neck, withdrew her hands back, an instinctive pit of revulsion forming.
(Context- 'He/His' is Maedhros who is prone to fight, never flight because one can't escape Angband, and this is after he has been rescued by Fingon. He's having a lovely time readjusting to normal life as you can see)
The darkness stayed dark, despite the low light the candle gave off, sputtering in the increase in sheer pressure in the atmosphere. The patch stirred there, coiling in on itself and spilling over the edges of its own form. It rose and feel, awkward, laboured breathing with openings that split like snapping teeth and bubbled like the froth that accumulated on an Incarnate's mouth when poisoned. The ringing in her ears grew louder and more painful.
Erestor snorted, crossing his arms. "Please," he sniffed haughtily, "I keep myself awake when I need to and go to sleep when I don't. I don't spend three nights with a total of three hours sleep each frantically re-reading some obscure agricultural mishap in the First Age."
Glrofindel stared at him, his smile transforming into a large grin. "Who-"
"Elrond," Erestor sighed and Glorfindel's laughter was sudden and swift.
(Context- who keeps a normal schedule in the Last Homely House)
So.... Some sentences? Some humour and some angst, hope you enjoyed reading them!
I don't think I can tag anyone else who haven't already been tagged by Anna and @comeontakemyname
