Rhapsody's dreams

Title: Duty, Honour, Country
Rating: PG
Archives: Silmarillion Writers Guild, Quills & Ink and Scribes of Eriador.
Summary: Maglor's life and, in the end, fate seems to be influenced a great deal by the Oath. But what defined him at the very core? A tripple drabble or actually a drabble series with three true drabbles.
Beta: trekqueen
Disclaimer: Maglor belongs to the Professor Tolkien and his estate.
Author Introduction: A very special tip of the hat goes out to the late General Douglas MacArthur who's farewell speech at West Point in 1962 inspired me greatly.

Duty, Honor, Country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, and what you will be.
-- Gen. Douglas MacArthur, speech to the USMA cadets, 1962

Duty

It is my plight, being his son, to follow him wherever he would lead us. Duty lay heavily on me and his gaze - unrelenting, steadfast, and determined – there would not discharge from it. This is what I was ought to be, leaving all doubts behind me. Duty defines us: it is in our blood, the tears we shed as we sought our way out of here, forever seeking the light that he stole from us, demanding nothing more than the truth. None shall understand me; I know this, and many shall place us in darkness with the evil we fought.

Honour

I embraced the highest moral law in all I have done and still will do: fighting for what is right, sacrificing all I ever wanted for the noblest cause thinkable. For honour, I faced death in battle and danger, often wondering or questioning the restraints placed upon us in his design. All have called upon me, and I gave all accordingly, forever praying for peace each time I pick up my bow and draw my sword to fight the darkest foe. None shall understand me; the sufferings I faced and tried to bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.

Country

These green lands and long beaches, this is what I inherited: an inevitable end after all that has passed. I cannot return to whence I came, the shadow always remained serving as a warning to remain vigilant for his return. Yet, old memories haunt me: those of glorious victories and profound loss as those who I had sworn to protect fell away. Sometimes I still hear the crashing of sword upon armour, the roaring sounds of creatures and dangerous fires scorching my neck. Always defending, never yielding. None will understand how three words defined my life: Duty, Honour, and Country.

Title: Fighting for Hope
Rating: G
Beta: trekqueen
Summary: Amras considers his future and that of his House when he holds a newborn baby.
Archives: Silmarillion Writers Guild, Quills & Ink and OSA.
Disclaimer: Amras belongs to the Professor Tolkien and his estate.
Author Introduction: This double drabble is written for Isil Elensar ánd for Seven in '07 project for the Silmarillion Writers Guild.

It was simply amazing: a small child this delicate and complete. Amras tried to look up to the doting parents but could not break away his gaze from this little creature who slept contentedly in his arms, completely unaware of the rest of the world. Amras knew that long ago many gazed down on him in the same manner as they imparted words of wisdom despite the fact that he was the seventh son of Fëanor. Yet, he knew that his brother was new to this, the excitement in his voice followed by the realisation that he would be responsible for this baby’s future.

What would await this little one? Would his fate be different than theirs? If they would restore the honour of this House, this small baby would have a blissful life. Their lives suddenly became so different after their grandfather was brutally murdered.

We simply must, Amras thought to himself once he handed the child to his brother. If we manage to achieve this, peace would return in their hearts and loves would be rekindled. Then all could start anew with regained energy and love. At least for this little one’s future, he was willing to try.

Title: Blind Pain
Rating: PG
Summary: Elrohir lost it: what can Celeborn do?
Archives: Open Scrolls Archive & Quills & Ink.
Disclaimer: Elrohir and Celeborn belong to the Professor Tolkien and his estate.
Author Introduction: drabbled for the OSA drabble challenge #25: Good Guys Doing Bad Things. This version is re-edited, all mistakes in this edition are mine. I owe many thanks to Isil Elensar for finding the right words and her help with the first version!


Blind pain

Anger, fury, pain: nature roared. Celeborn heard the mallorns scream out their anguish and he scolded himself for not noticing this earlier. The sickening sound of a sword meeting wood made his legs refuse to continue, but the tormented fëa screamed for help. Once his feet brought him there, Celeborn gasped at the carnage inflicted by steel. Did he not know that there was no blame for what happened to Celebrían? Nearing him with caution, he barely avoided the sharp blade.

“Enough Elrohir.” Celeborn hissed and stayed his sword arm. One exchange, no words, and Celeborn knew Elrohir came undone.


Inner pain

I have failed, invaluable. I killed every Orc in my path … Where did I go wrong?

Lunging once more with his sword, Elrohir kept hitting the target in blind fury. Splinters tickled his skin as he blocked all sounds coming from it. The fluid of his target coated his fingers, but he did not care anymore. The thought of his mother leaving him for Valinor made him feel angry and torn. Sensing someone near, he recognised him.

"Enough Elrohir."

Two words spoken quenched the fury and with a silent cry, he fell on his knees: hoping to be forgiven.

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Author notes:

I originally wrote it from two perspectives: first from Elrohir’s, but I thought that Celeborn’s perspective should go first.

Title: Thirteen
Archive: Open Scrolls Archive
Characters: Lucius Vorenus, Titus Pullo, Mascius
Disclaimer: Not mine... nopes. All belongs to John Milius, William Macdonald, Bruno Heller and HBO.
Fandom: Rome
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama
Beta: trekqueen
Summary: When a brother in arms threatens to die alone, loyalty to brotherhood in a legion keeps them alive. A drabble series written from the perspective of Mascius, Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus who are all reminded of true family and brotherhood as Titus Pullo meets his fate in the Gladiator arena.
Author Notes: Drabbled for the OSA Drabble Challenge #8: Brothers in arms.

( Chapter 1 - The Thirteenth )


( Chapter 2 - The Footsoldier )


( Chapter 3 - The leader )

( more author notes )

Title: Dulcius ex asperis
Archive: Open Scrolls Archive
Characters: Dana Scully & Fox Mulder
Disclaimer: Not mine... nopes. All belongs to Chris Carter.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Beta: trekqueen
Summary: Mulder & Scully: finally admitting towards each other what they avoided for so long.
Author Notes: Scully's thoughts during the final minute of Existence, season 8. Written for the OSA TV/series drabble challenge #4: the long kiss

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So this is the taste of sweet and hard fought victory. The kiss before was not like how he holds me now, warm and close, surrendering ourselves to our Truth. How long have I loved you? How long have we both denied that we belonged together? Why did it take our precious gift to each other to reunite us? Why has it taken so long for him to see what we both could not face?

I love you, Fox, and I know, while our tongues dance to our inner music, that you feel the same. May this kiss last forever.

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Dulcius ex asperis is Latin for through difficulty, sweetness. Many episodes of the X-files have Latin titles...

Many thanks to Trekqueen who helped me untangling the Dunglish.

A complete different fandom this time: Babylon 5 peeps!

Title: Spoils of War
Archive: Open Scrolls Archive
Character: Marcus Cole, Susan Ivanova
Disclaimer: JMS owns and deserves all
Rating: PG
Genre: Tragedy, Drama/Angst
Beta & cheerleader: trekqueen
Summary: What did Marcus Cole say to Susan Ivanova before he sacrificed his life for her?
Author Notes: Written for the OSA Drabble Challenge #2: Medals & Honour.

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What honour is there in this? What use is there to claim victory in my heart when mine is ripped apart to see you lying there. It should not have been you, but me. I, who has failed before. I, who should have been punished for your heroism to take on those Earth Destroyers. It was you who issued the command and should claim victory in your heart. Maybe Delenn is right, maybe I will never be able to forgive myself that I lost my brother, but I will never be able to live to know I let you die.

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Inspiration came from this quote and ofcourse remembering Endgame and Rising Star again:
"The Minbari taught me: 'Claim victory in your heart and the Universe will follow.'"
"Fine, great. Claim victory in your heart and up your--"
-- Marcus and Ivanova in Babylon 5:"Voices of Authority"

Title: Heartsong
Archive: Open Scrolls Archive
Character: Maglor/OFC
Rating: R
Warnings: adult situation
Genre: Romance
Summary: Two bards, hands, whispers, movements and finding each other in longing.
Author notes: initially drabbled for Drabble Madness challenge Ass'kicking hawties (well it is pretty obvious Maglor is that for me) and OSA drabble challenge #62: Mind in Gutter.

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Warm and soft hands, slightly marred and calloused by wars, slide over my skin, stirring a longing I feel for him. His soft and yet commanding voice beckon me to give into his wish and my mind eagerly responds to him, wanting to be quenched by his fire. He is a master of all instruments; I mould into his hands and hear how my lips bring forth a different sound with every ministration he evokes. Soon our voices join, two bards alike, trying to create a song of two souls, but also to fulfil a need so ancient and pure.

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From the History of Middle Earth, Peoples of Middle Earth XII

But Curufin, dearest to his father and chief inheritor of his father's skills, was wedded, and had a son who came with him into exile, though his wife (unnamed) did not. Others who were wedded were Maelor (Maglor), Caranthir.

{edit, the second bit I wrote for the drabble_madness was Autumn Hunter, because Celegorm did had his opinion about that as well}

Title: Until fate reigns
Rating: General
Characters: Curufin & Celegorm
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own these two fine Feanorians: all belong to JRR Tolkien and his estate.
Warnings: none
Beta: trekqueen
Archive: Open Scrolls Archive..
Summary: Celegorm and Curufin share a typical brotherly moment.
Author notes: Drabbled for the OSA Drabble Challenge nr 61: To Inspire and Amuse

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“Turko, this is not funny.”

“I am sorry, Kurvo, but I cannot help myself! ‘Kurufinwë Fëanorion, I will not even consider this, even if you would gift your precious jewels to me!’” Celegorm mimicked the high-strung maiden who refused his brother’s proposal earlier.

“Of course, only you would find amusement in my misfortune. It may seem come to naught, but do not find inspiration in my proposal brother: destiny will claim her place in our lives!” Curufin bit back and urged his horse in a gallop, cutting his brother short, and rode away from the failure to win this heart.

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Turko= shortened canon nickname from Turkafinwë, Celegorm’s fathername (HOME XII)
Kurvo= shortened canon nickname from Kurufinwë, Curufin’s fathername (HOME XII)
Fëanorion=Son of Fëanor

Title: Perturbation of Fate
Rating: G
Character: Maglor.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Maglor (darn). All belong to JRR Tolkien and his estate.
Warnings: none
Beta: trekqueen
Archive: Open Scrolls Archive.
Summary: Maglor on the shores of Middle Earth while still remaining true to the Oath. This is another exploration of his reasons to linger on the shores while the jewel dwells in the ocean.
Author notes: Written for the OSA drabble challenge #59 "Swimming"

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The ever-changing tide refused to return what belonged to him. In his dreams, he heard it whisper: in his nightmares it lashed out to him repeatedly. Yet, the sea called to him, beckoning for surrender and to return home for his judgement. The Bard could not and remained where it once hit the waters, recalling exactly where it drifted shortly on the wild waves before it sank into Ossë’s sheltering arms. This was his eternal vigil, Oath keeper to the end of Arda, remaining assured that none would delve into the dark expanse, daring to claim it as their own.