#favourite lines

[aaronandrobert]

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Hi Pinky What your Favorite line From Strickler Jm Toby and The Hardest one my girl Claire

Funnily enough, it was hardest to think of a favourite line from Toby lol. I got Claire’s instantly. 😅

For Strickler: I can't choose just one, so his "without you there is no world," line, also "what do I know about being human," and even his line in RoTT to Jim about being so glad for failing when it came to killing Jim (even though the attempts to kill Jim were WEAK lol).

Jim: him responding to Strickler at the end of seaosn 1 that he's "someone who can change." 🥹

Toby: I really like his line in Jimhunters about troll Jim being like a noughat nummy lol, and being part old friend and part new.

Claire: her telling Angor Rot she is no man. Xd Reminds me of a similar line in Lord of the rings.

[weeinterpreter]

For some reason, he had always imagined that they would die together -- facing insurmountable odds, in some exotic location. On the lip of a reactivated Vesuvius perhaps, or on the banks of the mighty Ganges. - The Eternity Code

[odi-et-amo-666]

Favourite lines

"Armand looks like you could knock him over with a feather, but if he stands still in one place for a hundred years, chances are he'll be the only thing left standing."

"'He's Thinking About You Again' aka Lestat's Revenge" by @mistressaq

So true.

[polutrope]

Favourite Lines

@bad-writer @i-am-a-lonely-visitor @tobermoriansass tagged me to share my ✨favourite ✨ lines from my 10 most recent fics. I like how this made me comb through my recent fics. Nice confidence boost 😄.

Surfacing

She is a burst thundercloud, she cannot stop the rush of her desire, long-banked, long-gathering, but not, it seems, forgotten.

Wherefore?

What was he to do? The Lord of Waters himself had commanded it. Build a city; take refuge. None shall see thy going. So he left them: father, brother, all. And now here is Fingolfin, face bloodied, jaw askew, to torment him. Could he have chosen otherwise?

Myth

In Endor, the armies of the West with their golden banners allow the lie to take root; myth spreads like wildflowers in a scorched land, and the hearts of the Exiles are lifted up.

And Love Grew

No one spoke, leaving him to carry his sorrow in silence. He thought he might drown in it, great black waves crashing over him. There was no sense, there were no words he could put to any of it. In the end, it was not long at all before it was over. Nelpen quietly passed him a cup of water. Maglor wet his thumbs and brushed the raw skin beneath his eyes with it before drinking. The dark pool of grief he had opened was not emptied; it might never be emptied. But, for now, he could breathe again. “It is time to go, Maglor,” said Nelpen. “But have a care. No lore or woodcraft can keep you from becoming lost in your own mind.”

Nurture

He has carried the little shrub, one known for its resilience, in his saddle bag all the way from Ossiriand, settled in a clump of soil and peeking out to catch the sunlight. It bloomed along the way. Amrod teased him for it, but Caranthir paid him no mind.

Unmarred

He feels drunk yet, though what little liquor he had the night before cannot possibly still linger in his blood; he is addicted to the softness of Maglor’s lips, the way they shift and seek in answer to his own – they kiss and kiss, and Daeron thinks he will have to learn to breathe through his skin, for it seems impossible that he will ever be able to cease kissing Maglor.

Insight

Artanis smiled. She loved her brothers, dearly – but sometimes they were awfully obtuse. As far as she was concerned, they were all tossing themselves willingly into Prince Curufinwë’s pot of discontent and letting him stir them up into a boil. 

The Land Was Fair

“Yes,” Maedhros says. “I am besotted. I am madly in love with my brother. I think you, dear uncle, know my madness better than any.”

My Son

She would marry; she would marry here, in this vault beneath the earth, with the Silmarils upon her brow, with her own father. Let her be bound to him, let the thread of parentage be pulled tight, doubled-back and around, a knot unbreakable as the Silmarils she wore.

Sediments

Elrond marshals the solidity of his bones. You are strong, son of Eärendil; so very strong. He has been shaped by such words, all his life, formed into a pillar to support sagging ceilings. So he stands, supporting the limp body of the elf who raised him.

@melestasflight @ettelene @amorbidcorvid @annarobots @angamaite-der-ritter @elfscribe @zealouswerewolfcollector @mephist0phallus I'd be delighted to read some favourite lines in your own writing if you like to share!

[erumelde]

Favourite lines tag game

Thanks, @hobbitwrangler, for tagging me in this! Here are my favourite lines from my ten last fics (boy, this was so hard to choose):

He shot her a look as though she had personally betrayed him. “Yes, you are very clever. Now go away.” (The Flowers of Spring, Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife)

Plum blossoms fell like pink-white snowflakes from the trees of Four Seasons Manor, settling softly upon the ground, their delicate petals left unbroken by the frost. (Four Seasons Blossoms, Word of Honor)

After all, he had always yielded when it came to her. (What Tenderness Endures the Storm, Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing)

Shaoshi’s blade gleamed among them like a crescent moon, cleaving night and stars alike, and Li Lianhua’s white figure followed in its wake like a veil of mist rising from the mountains into the heavens. (Wishing on Stardust, Li Lianhua/Fang Duobing)

Then he turned to him and lazily offered him his hand, palm facing up. “Take me to bed.” (Warmly, Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing)

Something fluttered in his chest like a moth trapped beneath a lampshade, beating its wings against the glass. (In the Night, a Lamp, Li Lianhua/Fang Duobing)

As if to banish the lingering gravity of their conversation, Zhou Zishu spoke again, this time aloud and lightly. “Whatever your identity is, you are my shidi first of all.” (Hazy, Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing)

He startled at his own gentleness, at the warmth he found within his cold, lucid heart. (Dreamy, Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing)

This is what you get for wanting to be sincere, he scolded himself. (Returning Home, Someone Waits for Me, Li Lianhua/Fang Duobing)

She often called her brothers foolish—in jest or to vex them—but Arakáno was usually not truly as foolish as he was behaving just now. (Ettanië Marda, Finwean siblings)

What did we learn? First, I fell into a CDrama rabbit hole – sorry for that, not much Tolkien to see here. Second, I like my short and sweet lines. Interesting xD

Tagging: @ulmondil, @ladysternchen, @endless-natterings, @ecthelioffd and anyone else who'd like to do this and hasn't been tagged yet!

[therivercrow]

Favourite Lines of 2025

These have been so fun to read, and I've enjoyed finding new fics too, so thanks @zennihilation , @bronzieinthedas and @pixiedurango for tagging me in!

I only really started writing this year after ages away from it, thanks to Veilguard and the community, so I still only have three posted fics, so one random line from each ok? Presented without context of course.

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From Enter the Alanaverse:

"Wait, hold up, is that a fucking nug?"

From Sparring Partners:

“I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen Andraste with her tits out, but I’ll take it”. 

From The Copy-Crow Case:

"Emmrich tilted his head to the side at an unnatural angle. His eyes grew even wider, orbs of utter darkness. When he spoke, the voice that came out was distorted and croaky. “I can seeeeee you”

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There you go - comedy, smut, and horror - apparently my three genres...

I'm planning to get Alanaverse finished over the holidays, then I'll take a break, because in 2026:

Alana de Riva will return...

P.S. I'm late to the party so most of you have done this I think, but if not then tag, you're it!

[alazybeing]