Ever Changing, Ever Climbing

“Love among elves is not a craft,” she said, “not something to be created and finished and left on a shelf or put to use. Our love is a vine that grows along with us: ever changing, ever climbing. Our hearts seek out those whose lives will twine with our own, who will weather the storms when they come and blossom come springtime – who will change with us into whatever shapes our lives end up taking.”

In all the years that an elf might live, she might experience triumphs and sorrows uncountable by mortal thoughts and still have more to learn, more to become. Laerwen Thranduiliel has spent all her childhood being shaped into a perfect princess, but she will learn that there is much more to the role - and to life - than she ever knew to expect. Siril, on the other hand, has never been ambitious, but when she at last heeds the urgings of her heart, she finds herself swept unexpectedly into the royal family of the Greenwood - and proves to be exactly what it needs.

The life and love story of the Princess of the Greenwood, from the late Second Age to beyond the Fourth, as she and her wife journey through love and war, darkness and loss and unexpected joy, and learn who they are - together or apart.

...in case anyone wants to read the monster, I have finally stopped my dallying and posted chapter 1!

The prompt for day 17 of Whumptober - fairly appropriate for the direction I’ve taken these prompts, wouldn’t you say?

Legolas/Gimli, ~300 words, major character death.

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Another bite-sized snippet of extremely overwrought angst, for the Whumptober “alt” Day 10 prompt, nightmare.

~300 words, Legolas/Gimli, past character death.

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Prompt for day 1 of Whumptober (over on Tumblr) was “shaky hands,” and given the ENTIRETY of my MO, how could I not write something for that?

So, below, have some extreme angst in >300 words of excess drama. Legolas/Gimli, warning for past character death.

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Rapid

Summary:

Growing up in Mirkwood is not all spiders and shadows - there is time now and then for a pleasant afternoon with family. And if a bit of adventure is involved, so much the better, as far as Legolas is concerned.

His sister, on the other hand, may not remember this day as fondly.

...Or: what happens when I go rafting with my family in the middle of an endless monster WIP.

I'm starting to think about Valinor. I have many headcanons for Valinor, but I'm starting to try to put some of them in words.

Also, this just in: I have never known how to write about friendship in a non-romantic way.

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In the last few hours of this day, I have decided to share this excerpt of a thing that I'm trying so so so SO hard to make good. This is for my Fandom Trumps Hate bidder, and features Gimli doing a poor job of balancing the roles of adoring husband and Much Idolized Older Cousin.

It was not polite to question, but Uni could not resist it. “And you truly love him?” they burst out. “An elf?”

“You doubt that I know my own heart?” Now Gimli’s voice held a hint of warning, and Uni shook their head in shame.

“No, no it is not that, it is only” – They did know basic rules of etiquette; they swore it, but the words were coming out unbidden even as some part of their mind watched in horror. “He is so... stringy.”

Gimli threw back his head and roared; his laughter echoed off the stone walls. “I am telling him you said that.”

This story is speaking to me on an intellectual level-- as in, I am very intrigued to see where it goes and how it shapes up-- but unfortunately my interest in it is NOT translating to the lively writing I was hoping for. This bit is one of the few pieces that has even a modicum of life in it. But I'm holding out hope, and I've been working on it steadily, so maybe it'll come together one of these days.

I almost forgot, but I'm doing this again, because it's good for me, I think. :)

This week's comment is from a couple of months ago, on my story Bane. This was a story that stretched my limits and abilities in a lot of ways, and I wasn't particularly happy with the result.

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