Say About Elves."
Gimli POV. Gimli and Legolas travel together and Gimli constantly expects Legolas to bed him and leave him in the fickle fashion of the elves.
|You know what they say of the Elves, that they'll tumble you soon as look at you; seducers, coquettes, you'll wake with only a handful of leaves and a sweet taste in your mouth. Well, I have traveled far and seen enough to give lie to many of the tales old Dwarf-dams tell in the mines of my youth. But still and all, I kept my eye on him. Legolas, a tall luminous shape in the edge of my vision; never far from me, a gleam of sunlight at my shoulder. And when the war was over, and he made good on his promise to travel with me, I knew what he was after. I thought I knew.|
is recommended all over the web and rightly so - it's
fabulous. It's very well written, and it's both
funny and sweet. I adore it.
My original copy of this story has the title as it appears here.
The copy I've linked to has the title as: "They Say Of The Elves."
I have no idea why there is this slight difference in the titles!
And Warm Blankets."
Humour (fannish parody). Eomer and Farmair find themselves in the oldest slash cliche in the book: trapped in a cave overnight, a storm raging outside, and one of them injured - but not enough to prevent the possibility of them shagging each other into oblivioin <g>.
|"This is going to end in sex, isn't it."
|Eomer paused and glanced quizzically back over
his shoulder. "That's a strange thing to say. What brought
|"Oh come now, can't you see we've been cornered
by every cliché in the figurative book?" Faramir shifted
the blanket around his bare shoulders and held up one
hand, ticking off fingers. "We're stranded in the middle
of nowhere, alone, after dark, in a storm. We've taken
shelter in a small cave, our clothes are soaked so we have
to strip them off, we're probably going to 'have to share
body heat to survive the night,' and let's not even get
into the fact that last beast tore my arm wide open--"
|"Tsk. It's not that bad, and you're being
|"I am not. I'm bleeding like a stuck pig. I'm going to be in bad shape unless you bind it up, and where there's wound-binding in isolated caves there is always, and I do mean always, sex before sunrise. Count on that. I'm the one who knows how to read, remember. Happens all the time."|
|This is a
funny story that explores the various possible pairings
between the two as Faramir and Eomer quizz each other
about their love lives. I enjoyed it
|LOUP, CARA J: Five
Elements Series: "Water."
This is the first story of a 5 part series that deals with the journey that Sam and Frodo take together in The Lord of the Rings. I love all these stories but my favourites would have to be "Water" and "Earth".
Leaving Lothlorien, Sam's dislike and fear of water is apparent - and something is very wrong with Frodo.
|Silence wrapped thick around him, sucking at the throb of heartbeat in his ears till that, too, was gone. He opened his eyes wide. Pure as glass, the water brimmed in every direction, and right above him swam a dreamy dazzle of the sun. He watched, half-reaching as it spun out into blinding threads. Safe inside a mystery that would drown him.|
nicely handled re-write of Sam's near-drowning.
Lovely language. Delicate depiction of Sam's
feelings for Frodo. Cara J. Loup is, in my
opinion, one of the best writers in this fandom, and she
continues to write wonderfully lyrical stories with
excellent characterisation that involve me emotionally -
everything that I look for in my fanfiction.
Pippin, on the eve of the Battle of Minas Tirith, remembers a moment from his childhood.
|He still remembers how green and smooth and golden the world had seemed as he kicked carefully, beginning to glide upward unhindered. It was such a long way away, that lovely sunlight glimmer that was the surface and all around him was nothing but green, just green, sliding around his skin and through his hair.|
|This is a
lovely little snippet: short but powerfully evocative.