written_leaves: (illumination)
To every thing there is a season

Title: This Shining Ember Burns my Hand
Characters: Beren and Luthien
Wordcount: 100

A/N: To everything there is a season - a small gem for Beren and his Luthien written for [livejournal.com profile] siradaono. Nominated for MEFA, 2010.

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When at last he met her eyes again it was like falling into the sea. Wild and shining and deep with an ancient love he could barely comprehend; a jewel of the heavens that he’d captured with the net of his heart. The star forever upon his brow.

Why, he wondered, were all the finest and brightest things in life so rendered with pain, if only in the knowing the years would so soon be lost?

She was a plucked flower in his hand, beautiful and perfect and beginning even now to die.

Yet it was she that had chosen.

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written_leaves: (Default)
Jo, I can't let you do this!

Title: Worlds of Betrayal Between Us
Characters: Three, Jo, the Master
Wordcount: 471
Summary: Jo has had enough of the Doctor, now it's the Master's turn to show her the universe.

A/N: This unusual AU scene came into being because of a challenge issued by [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook who gave me a synopsis that I would "never write" - which meant I had to, naturally. Poor Three. [livejournal.com profile] starbells insisted this be tagged 'horror'.

Prompt: Jo decides she's had enough of Three and goes off travelling the universe with the Master, who she's always secretly preferred anyway.
This is the result:
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Are you ready, Miss Grant? )
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Yet didn't his brief-single-lived friends face this mortality every time danger raised its head?

Title: A Weaver's Shuttle
Characters: Three, with mention of Sarah-Jane and the Brigadier
Wordcount: 951
Summary: The Third Doctor faces his possible mortality after the events of 'Spiders'.

A/N: This arose from a drabble prompt 'shuttle' at [livejournal.com profile] dw100 but refused to stay drabble-sized.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. - Job 7:6

Time moves differently when death is near, he thought )
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written_leaves: (jo)
The Master lifted his chin, looking down his nose with injured nobility. "By your own professional opinion, Miss Grant, seeing as this is *your* planet, what do you recommend?"

Title: Snowbound
Characters: Three, Jo, Delgado!Master with brief appearance of Benton and Yates.
Wordcount: 6,925 in two chapters
Summary: Even the most improbable alliances can occur with the application of enough snow.

A/N: This was written December 2008 for [livejournal.com profile] stunt_muppet's request: a short story in which Three, Jo and Delgado's Master end up in a domestic setting, but the only way I could think of this particular threesome being caught in any kind of domestic situation would be by involuntary entrapment. Or a blizzard. Enjoy.

(I am a hopeless fluff-level Three/Jo shipper, I admit, so this is a favorite)

Snowbound at Teaspoon

Snowbound at Ff.net
written_leaves: (illumination)
Cliff, these bugs are driving me crazy.

Title: Little Things
Characters: Jo and Cliff Jones, with reference to Three
Wordcount: 1,324
Summary: It's the little things, like insects and fungi and trust.

A/N: My apologies to any who preferred to believe Jo's rushed marriage turned out well - I've never been able to picture Jo down in the Amazon for very long, especially when she may have married Cliff for some of the wrong reasons and found he was all too human.

She didn't reply; this exchange had gone around too many times already. )
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written_leaves: (writing)
How dare they.

Title: Too Long in a Cage
Characters: One, Two, Three, Four with cameos by Susan, the Brig and Sarah-Jane
Wordcount: 1,393
Summary: Did they really think they could hold him? A set of vignettes examining the Doctor's status as a renegade.

A/N: This set of somewhat introspective portraits began as a drabble, but - not unlike the Doctor - it would not be contained in quite so brief a place. 'Two' is set at the end of War Games, 'Four' at the beginning of Robot.

Link to all four in a set at Teaspoon

One )
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Two )
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Three )
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Four )
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written_leaves: (jo)
Something a little longer -

Title: The Shining Furrow
Characters: Three, Jo, the Brigadier, Benton, UNIT
Wordcount: 34,520 (in a prologue and 13 chapters)
Summary: An out-of-season meteorite in Trelissick, Cornwall, a missing man and missing ferns; the Doctor and Jo have a puzzling, dangerous riddle to solve.

A/N: This tale, quite strangely, arose from reading one of my favorite classic poems by Tennyson. I expect the storyline is not even remotely like anything Tennyson had in mind when he penned it, but nonetheless I have used it for my guide. You will find its lines at the opening for each of the chapters. Apologies to any non-whovian Tennyson-lovers.

Photos of Trelissick tower and the Fal may be found at Folly Towers: http://www.follytowers.com/trelissick.html

This is a personal favorite and also one that meant plenty of (mostly enjoyable) research on the nature of fractals, meteors and Trelissick gardens, Cornwall. Nothing like writing to expand the horizons on unexpected topics. For the most part it is 'adventure' and mystery in approach with a few undertones of somewhat serious Three-Jo fluff tucked in for which I'll give it the 'romance' tag though it barely qualifies. This has been called a "missing episode" by some, and for that I am greatly complimented. Enjoy the read.

The Shining Furrow at Teaspoon

The Shining Furrow at AO3

Or at Fanfiction.net

Battle Cry

Dec. 23rd, 2009 11:14 am
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Now here's a curiosity - I found this recently among my old school papers, having apparently written it back in 1983, my teen years, and then tucked carefully away - so carefully I forgot it. It's a bit over the top with the old-style romantic-era phrasing, a somewhat melodramatic youthful view of war, but I strangely like it. I was reading things like Tolkien, Dumas and Shakespeare at the time.

Battle Cry
Bitter wounds )
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written_leaves: (writing)
They may turn their eyes upon you,
And blaze down upon your
Unprotected
heart.


I don't quite know how to describe what this means - the emotive image was an overlap between Sam's star he sought in the skies of Mordor, and the aversion such purity of light that came to Smeagol over the years, along with the pure starlight of the phial that shone to protect them from darkness. Weave it together and starlight both purifies and wounds:

Starlit Scars
Do not deal lightly with the stars )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Farewell dear Love, it's bittersweet...
One last look at the barren, cold grass,
The white-starred elanor long departed

Two more from the Appendices, as an aged Aragorn chooses the ending of his days and says farewell to his Queen, who then seeks an ending of her own, in her own way. The first is written in couplets, the second in a free prose that gives an overview of their lives together.

Ending
At the ending of all my days )
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Falling Leaves
In an unending springtime she pledged her troth )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Behold the ruin, the ravaged Shire,
The trees are felled and burned with fire


Two for the ravaged Shire - what a terrible loss, and what a terrible, vengeful blow they found upon their homecoming. Merry 'should have stuffed that pouch down his throat' as he said.

Scouring
Alas for the shade and the loam )
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The Party Tree
Eyes that had faced down great evil unflinching now burst into tears )
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written_leaves: (writing)
I pity you, that your hopes yet live;
I am sorry that I must see
Them die.


Of the two lives left on that mountain, only one of them was ready to live - and really, he was the only reason for the other to even bother with drawing another breath.

Not Remembering
It is better this way, Sam; the not remembering )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Even as he sought to hold it,
His fate was surely sealed.
He reached for his life, but only Death took his hand,
In a grip that he had not the strength to break.


Gollum makes his final move and is cursed by the very thing he desires.

The word "doom" is one of those odd things in the English language that has such a dark and fateful meaning but sounds a bit silly. I immediately think of cartoonish The End is Nigh type monks waving wooden signs and chanting "Dooom! Doooooooom!" which makes it difficult to use in serious poetry. I finally chose to use it here because Tolkien chose it specifically and used it specifically and nothing else really quite works. Was it fate or a bane? No, not quite...it really was doom.

Touch of Doom
Yes, he knew it all too well and deep )
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written_leaves: (booktower)
I'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.


Nearly to the goal but exhausted and overcome, Frodo's helplessness in the grip of darkness and Sam's faithfulness to see them both through to the end.

Carrying
For your sake I will spend my last breath )
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Slopes of Ash
How can I bear your eyes aching for tears when none will come - I want to feel pity for you, Sam, but I cannot... )
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written_leaves: (illumination)
When death is nigh and storms abound
Deep within my heart
I find your words.


Two for Sam, who persevered. The first is for his Gaffer, without whose horse-sense wisdom he would have been adrift and the second for the intensity he dealt with in watching his Master falling deeper beneath his burden and into the edges of madness. Gaffer is somewhat based on a song by Michael Card that he wrote for his own grandfather.

Gaffer
You never knew how much I'd need your words )
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Stranger
A stranger is watching me from your eyes )
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written_leaves: (writing)
This darling pain that wounds and sears
And wrings such beauty amid my tears
By deadening me to my earthly cares


This is roughly based on an Emily Bronte poem called "Plead for me," which seemed to suit the push-pull internal struggle that beat at Frodo's reasoning.

The Temptation of the Ring
Ah, thy bright gold must answer now )
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Burial

Dec. 20th, 2009 10:57 pm
written_leaves: (illumination)
We should not be here, Pip.

Merry's heart-wrenching inquiry to Pippin when he finds him in the war-torn streets, they were both so terribly beyond anything they were intended for. This originally was carefully formatted, I've had to make do with dashes here on LJ and hope they aren't too distracting.

Burial
Are you going to bury me? )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Great heart will
Not
Be denied


A companion piece, of sorts, to Pippin in Gondor and one of my personal favorites.

MEFA First Place winner for 2008, Dramatic Poetry

Merry on the Pelennor Fields
A cold wind is rising )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Chalice tipp'd, crushed lily-bud,
Spilling your gold among the blood,
To lay, a time unseeing.


For Eowyn, both her courageous stand over the dying Theoden and the war she fought in the heart.

Stand
Behold the honour of this house! )
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Daughter of Kings
A winter-bourne lily, you were lovely but cold )
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written_leaves: (writing)
Pale as sweet milk, yet rotted inside;
Luminous as the rising moonlight,
As the drying gleam of eyes newly dead.


This is a very dark piece, for me - the poisoned flowers of the Morgul Vale and the way they had been twisted from their natural purpose yet still bloomed. The underlying thought in this verse is that of children who are abused and kept in twisted situations until they believe it is 'normal' and go on to repeat those poisonous patterns and behaviours as they grow. Something or someone surrounded and steeped in distortion and deception will so often take it in simply for lack of anything whole or clean, a tragedy indeed.

Morgul Vale
the innocent deeply partake of evil )
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