Gigolas fluff, teaching each other their customs and/or language? 🙂
oof that reminds me I need to finish that dancing fic whoops sorry bb
“This,” he said, voice flat, “is not music.”
“Your ears, o’ princeling,” Gimli said, tweaking the one closest to him, “are as untrained as they are pointy.”
Ignoring the thrill at the touch, Legolas feigned annoyance. “It’s merely that I am not deaf, unlike you.” He put his nose in the air. “Otherwise your mind must be addled to appreciate such noise.”
But Gimli only chuckled and motioned that they continue listening to flutes and fiddles being played in a way that was utterly unfamiliar to Legolas. The tempo was quicker than he was used to, and the rhythmic stamping was simultaneously distracting and fitting. He didn’t understand it.
He chose to stop trying to do so, instead focusing on the way Gimli’s fingers tapped against his knee. It was obvious that he enjoyed what was being played, but Legolas wondered if he could play as well. Gimli’s hands were talented and strong, able to wield many weapons with skill but also able to form beautiful things like the delicate hair clasp Legolas currently wore.
The image of thick fingers curled around the neck came unbidden to Legolas’ mind; he could somehow see the violin tucked beneath Gimli’s chin (though would his beard get in the way?), and Gimli’s other hand delicately carried the bow as he coaxed sweet notes in an arrangement more suited to Legolas’ tastes.
Hmm. That was a plan. He would first enquire about Gimli’s skills with a musical instrument – it wasn’t too farfetched to consider that it might be more than one instrument – and request a demonstration. Then he would be able to determine what music – Elvish music, actual music – to introduce to Gimli in turn, ostensibly to share his culture but in truth to plant a seed of suggestion of Gimli one day playing for him.
Who knew, perhaps even Dwarvish music might sound good at the hands of his Dwarf.
AUGH I LOVE IT ULSJGDLJHS OH MY GOODNESS legolas, such an imagination!!! And I love that he just doesn’t get Dwarvish music, but is still going ‘oooooh, wonder what he could play’ THAT IS LOVELY AHHH
also, perfectly, beautifully, gorgeously characterised AUGH *hugs ficlet to heart*
uhhh long time. I have a little book of poems I wrote and illustrated in Year 6 (which is 11-12 years old here in Australia), and another book full of short stories and ideas from even earlier – maybe year 4? I’ve had articles and short stories published, never tried for more. *cheerful shrug*
Fanfiction online was beginning to take off by the time I was 17-18 or so. My first years at uni were mostly spent hunched over a gargantuan laptop, glued to some godawful eye-searing Yahoo or geocities site, devouring it all. I tried to write a few things, but they were WOEFUL and I never published them online.
Began properly venturing into fic a little later, perhaps 2005 or so! Spent years and years sort of hovering, playing quietly off to one side, publishing every so often and reading-reading-reading. It’s been nice 🙂
W: What’s your biggest pet peeve in writing?
Ooooh, the Big One. The Big Kahuna. Under a cut, bc see the tags:
Writing itself: I hate writer’s block. I hate depression + writer’s block. I hate demands for updates + depression + writer’s block. I hate anon hate + demands for updates + depression + writer’s block. You see how this is going, heh.
I know it could be considered a little more than just a ‘pet peeve’. But when you’ve been through that particular Dead Marsh a lot, you sort of get… sick of it, and annoyed, and annoyed at your own annoyance. You just become a feedback loop of being pissed off with your inability to write AS WELL AS being pissed off at being pissed off with your inability to write and lskjhadgfljah
Then you get pissed off at being pissed off bc people are being douchecanoes, which saps the will to write EVEN MORE. Youre annoyed at your own inability to rise above it, you’re annoyed at your own enervation. And annoyed at them, naturally. Which is the point when I go and open a bottle of wine and start composing angrily.
it’s stupid and dumb, but I have emotions about my emotions, I am an onion or a cake, one or the other 😀
(in fic/fandom, my greatest pet peeve is untagged “Evil Dain Ironfoot”. Still sends me into a hurt and screaming fucking fury. It’s barely ever tagged, and this is the only fandom I’ve ever been in where people won’t tag “dark!character”, not even after being asked politely. This is the reason I no longer read Hobbit fic – unless I trust the author.)
I’ve slacked so much in reading new fic that I’ve not actually been commenting on anything but hopefully that changes soon! Here are some writers I love, if not for their fic, just because I love them.
suchanadorer and alkjira are dear to me, as are chesh and elyse (who aren’t on tumblr anymore).
but other than that there are so many lovelies I now know:
these guys are the ones I can remember, but there are others esp all those who don’t have a tumblr account. but! as general advice: if you liked a fic enough to give it kudos, please drop a comment. even one will make their – our – day.
now go forth and appreciate!
Ahhhh, diemarysues – straight back at you. Thank you so so much. And I don’t say it often enough: your work is sometimes so funny that my sides hurt, sometimes SCORCHINGLY sexy, sometimes wistful and lyrical, sometimes utterly heartbreaking – and always, always gorgeous. I appreciate the heck out of it, and of you, always.
Aw Yiss 