Last 10 Fanfics: A writer meme
Rules: post the first sentence of your most recent 10 fan fics and tag up to 10 people.
Tagged by @gaiaseyes451, @beerok23, and @hermiola
I was trying to decide if this meant fics of mine, or fics I've read and then decided fuck it! The first 5 lines are from mine, and the last five are from the last 5 fics I've read!
From: Precocious (Thranduil/Arwen)
āAda says you donāt like girls,ā Arwen says, blithe and matter-of-fact, as though itās a perfectly normal statement to layer atop inquiries about Legolasā latest orc raids and when he might be due in Imladris next, and talk of Elrondās upcoming begetting day.
From: Alliances (Elrond/Thranduil & Elrond/Celebrian)
There is nothing that compares to that first glimpse of the proud mountainside city of Imladris, glinting like a multifaceted gem in shades of pearl-white, ochre, warm tawny, bright green and sparkling blue in the late-morning sunshine.
From: Like Father, Like Son (Elrond/Thranduil & Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas)
āCan it be my turn to steal the hostās attention?ā Thranduil murmurs, long torso pressing up against Elrond from behind. The tickle of soft lips and subtle-not-so-subtle graze of teeth along the shell of his ear is the sort of invitation Elrond always finds impossible to refuse.
From: My Neighbor Aber (Fred Rogers/Chuck Aber)
āWell, hello Daniel!ā
āHow are you this evening?ā
From: Encore (Aziraphale/Crowley)
āMerci,ā Crowley says with a quick smile for their waiter, sitting back and snatching his elbows off the table to make room for his CrĆŖpes Suzette. (Be aware this is an epilogue for Play for Me the Music of Your Heart.)
From: For Reasearch Purposes, Obviously (Elrond/Celebrian by spicy_runawaymum)
Elrond means to find Erestor. Most of the city has already gone silent as its inhabitants turn to quieter activities as the sun sets. There is a letter that he needs to write, but he wants a second opinion. As he heads down the hall in the family wing and passes his own bedroom, his sharp ears pick up the unmistakable light, high-pitched hitch of breath.
From: Something Sleepless in Mirkwood (Elrond/Thranduil by oRocky_417)
āI had never said there was pain.ā
Ā Elrond exchanged a long look in silence with the king, who was seated on the long edge of a divan in the little room.
From: Hunger Inherited (Fingon/Turgon by @gaydhros)
āSlower,ā FindekĆ”no whispered. āTake your time.ā
From: Equilateral (Thranduil/Oropher/Legolas by Arcane Charisma)
He takes his keys from the hook by the door and looks around for his wallet. As he wanders into the kitchen, rain begins to hammer against the window, and he sighs. Oropherās bloody wallet is right there on the table, but, as usual, he has no cash andāThranduil idly counts themāfourteen receipts.
From: Recognition (Feanor/Fingolfin/Finarfin by @antlered-vixen)
The heraldās eyes had eāer been uncomfortable to meet, lying just on that maddening overlap of divine acuity and birdlike emptiness, wherein one could not tell if he knew too much, too little, or perhaps if needing to know at all was a concept foreign to one such as he, whose entire existence was a stern performance of obedience.
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