alexcat: (gaaldriel_creativeelf)
Title: Encroaching Darkness
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a Half
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] luin77, who asked for a story using this prompt:
When I look back
I see the landscape
That I have walked through
But it is different.

All the great trees are gone.
It seems there are
Remnants of them
But it is the afterglow
Inside of you
Of all those you met
Who meant something in your life
Summary: Oropher has come here to Barad-Dur and the end of all things.

~~

ENCROACHING DARKNESS

Oropher remembered what the forests looked like before the darkness stunted and deformed them. The trees had been tall and majestic, guarded by the Ents since time out of mind. He remembered when the waters ran clear and cool. It seemed like more than one lifetime ago now. It seemed almost like a forgotten dream.

He remembered when he had come to the Greenwood from the ruins of Doriath and started a new life with his wife and a band of elves who wanted the same things he did. He had given shelter to them, both Sylvan and Sindarin elves and they had named him King.

Now it was all in jeopardy. Darkness was poised to destroy them all, the old evil from before time. And it wanted to destroy all the free people of Middle Earth. But the evil could not be allowed to prevail, no matter the cost.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Just Like Nerdanel
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: This is set in modern day. For [livejournal.com profile] sbyte, who asked for this: ‘As Fëanor suspected would happen, Erestor made plain clothes look like a fashion statement. It wasn’t the cut of the cloth or expense of the outfit that caught the eye. It was the elf wearing it.’ I did not use the quote but I did use the idea.
Summary: Feanor finds Erestor fascinating.

~~

JUST LIKE NERDANEL

Feanor’s imagination was extremely good, but Erestor was better than even he’d thought anyone could be.

And he didn’t seem to know it. Or at least he pretended not to know.

Erestor was Nerdanel’s cousin and he was much like her – brilliant, beautiful and Erestor infuriated him almost as much as Nerdanel did. The only difference was the color of their hair. While his wife had fiery red hair, Erestor’s was the shiny black color of a raven’s wing.

Feanor signaled the waiter for another drink. “Give him another one of whatever he’s drinking.” He motioned toward Erestor.

The waiter grinned. “He already has three.”

Feanor groaned. He was on his own this time. He took a swallow from his glass and rose. He made his way over to Erestor’s table. He looked down at Erestor and smiled.

“Hello, Erestor.”

Erestor looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“May I sit?”

“I can’t stop you.”

“Why must you be so much like Nerdanel?”

“It’s what you like about me.”

“It’s not all I like.”

Erestor picked up one of the drinks and took a sip. “Tell me more, Feanor. Tell me much more.”

“Very well, then.”

~END~
alexcat: (Mal by <lj user="sunnysky">)
Title: If God Be for Us
Fandom: Firefly
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: I have invented a past for Shepherd Book. The title comes from Romans 8:31.
Summary: Shepherd Book asks Mal some hard questions.

~~

IF GOD BE FOR US

“Malcolm, why do you believe that God is against you?” Shepherd Book asked, knowing that Captain Reynolds didn’t want to talk about it, but he was determined to talk to him anyway.

“You do know about the battle of Serenity.”

“Yes. Of course I do. A person would have to live under a stump not to know about it.” Book was careful not to say any more.

“Then you know that no one could believe in anything after that.”

Book looked at him though he said nothing.

“We were young and we believed we would win because we were right and the right side always wins, doesn’t it?”

“Does it?” Book asked him.

“We’re on our own, Shepherd. That’s all there is to it. There is no god to come running in to save the day.”

“Do you think the other side thought they could be right too?”

“They weren’t.”

“That’s not what I asked you, is it?”

“I’m sure some of them did think they were right.”

“And some of them learned the truth as a result of that battle.”

Mal sighed. “Did they?”

Book looked at him a long time, a very long time. “Yes, Malcolm, they did.”

~end~
alexcat: (Tolkien_Darkdreamer)
Title: Under the Falls
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] angelstar3999, who asked for asked for LOTR and ‘under the falls’.
Summary: Aragorn meets Legolas the first time.

~~

UNDER THE FALLS

I fell in love with him at first sight. He was the fairest creature I’d ever seen as he stood beneath the cascading waterfall. I dismounted and walked toward him. He was an elf, and though I’d been around elves since I was a child, I’d never seen one like him.

He was certainly no Noldor. He was fair of color as the Sindarin elves were. He must be from Thranduil’s kingdom, I thought.

Before I knew it, he was gone from the waterfall and walking toward me, wearing only his leggings.

“Who might you be?” His voice was soft and lyrical. “I am Legolas of the Green Wood.”

“I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn.”

“The heir of Isildur.”

“Yes. But of late, I am simply a Ranger of the North.”

“I had heard as much.” So he knew who I was though we’d never met.

“We will see each other again,” I said with more hope in my voice than I’d wanted to show to him.

He smiled a smile that rivaled the sun’s brightness. “Indeed we will, my new friend.” And we both mounted our horses and rode in opposite directions, knowing that our time would come.

Someday.

~end~
alexcat: (gaaldriel_creativeelf)
Title: Accustomed to the Dark
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: This one is for [livejournal.com profile] nienna_weeper and this poem is her prompt:
”When )
Summary: Celeborn is alone.

~~

ACCUSTOMED TO THE DARK

Celeborn watched the tall ship sail until it sailed over the horizon into the West. Suddenly there wasn’t quite enough light in the world. Galadriel was gone home at last.

He stepped slowly off of the dock. It was only then that he noticed how dull and colorless the world had become. He would have to get used to it. He had things left to do before he sailed to join her.

He thought back to the first time he saw her. She was golden and beautiful and so full of herself in Doriath back in their youthful days. He’d fallen in love with her the first time he’d set eyes on her. She’d married him a few years later and bore him a daughter. His heart still ached when he thought of Celebrian’s pain and her mother’s anguish. He hoped their reunion would be joyous. He would join them someday. He was sure that reunion would be joyous.

Celeborn mounted his horse and rode for Lothlorien. He wanted to say goodbye to their home before it died from her loss, before the last light of the elves went out in the world.
Before he became accustomed to the dark.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Faerie Lust
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a Half
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] jaiden_s, who asked for ‘Eric smells yummy faerie, but it's Jason rather than Sookie.’
Summary: Jason faerie blood shines through.

~~

FAERIE LUST

“Damn it, Sookie. Everywhere I go, there he is, looking at me like I’m a fat juicy steak.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Jason was used to women fawning over him but Eric?

“It’s your faerie blood. Vampires are crazy for faeries.”

“So that’s why they like you so much?”

“Why no!” I laughed. “It’s my good looks and my sparkling personality.”

“Well, he’s creeping me out.”

I saw Eric coming across the yard though I said nothing to Jason. “He’s not so bad, Jason. You’ve done way worse in the women in your life.”

“Sookie! I never…”

“You might like it, Jason. He sure does kiss good.” I felt a little guilty but couldn’t help myself.

Jason blushed as Eric opened the door. “I thought I’d find you here, Stackhouse. Sookie, may I come in?”

“Of course!” I grinned. “I’ve got to go to work, Jason. He’s all yours.”

~end~
alexcat: (Mal by <lj user="sunnysky">)
Title: Independence
Fandom: Firefly
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: pg
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Summary: Mal doesn’t need anyone at all.

~~

INDEPENDENCE

Malcolm Reynolds didn’t need anyone. No one at all. Sure, he wanted certain people around him: Zoe, Wash, Kaylee and even Jayne. Simon and River were useful too at times. Shepherd Book shared the chores and helped out with everything too.

Then there was Inara, the last person who lived on the ship. He didn’t need Inara.

She was the one person he had no need for. As a matter of fact, she irritated the hell out of him. What good was a Companion on a cargo ship? She stayed in her shuttle and did her companion thing. She put crazy notions in Kaylee’s head too when the girl needed to be keeping Serenity running.

No. He did not need Inara. Not at all.

He rose from his seat in the bridge and went looking for that damned woman. He needed her rent to buy fuel for their next trip.

~end~
alexcat: (Stargate by me)
Title: Curiosity and More
Fandom: SG-1
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: Vala and Daniel belong together!
Summary: Daniel has feelings for Vala.

~~

CURIOSITY AND MORE

Daniel Jackson viewed every day as a chance to learn something new, to have a new adventure. Learning was easier than feeling, always had been, at least since his parents had died. He’d felt curiosity about Vala Mal Doran at first, but then she’d quickly become something more, someone more.

“So Daniel, where is our next mission?” Vala bounded into the briefing room.

“Back to P3X-403 to check on Colonel Edwards and the Unas.”

“Oh fun! I kinda hoped we’d go somewhere with beautiful scenery and beaches.”

Daniel laughed. “When have we ever gone to worlds like that?”

“Not too often, I admit.” She made her pouty face.

“How about a nice dinner when we get back?” Daniel said as they headed for the gateroom.

“So it’s a date?” She grinned.

“Just dinner, not a date,” he said though he did smile behind her as she headed through the gate.

~end~
alexcat: (Holmes1 by me)
Title: Coming Home
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: I enjoy writing Holmes
Summary: Watson moves back to 221B Baker Street.

~~

COMING HOME

I moved back to Baker Street after Mary died. It seemed like the best thing to do. I could not bear to live in the home we shared when she was no longer there to greet me when I returned from the surgery at the end of the day. It was so cold and lonely without her.

The first morning at Baker Street, I was up early. Mrs. Hudson was up in few minutes after I rose with tea and a bit of breakfast.

“I’m very sorry about Mrs. Watson. She was a lovely person,” she said as patted my shoulder. “Mr. Holmes is very sorry too but he’ll never tell you so.”

I was reading the morning paper when Holmes awoke. He came into the sitting room in his dressing gown. He checked the teapot and poured himself a cup even though it was cold. He got part of the paper to read while he drank his tea.

“Welcome back to Baker Street, Watson. I – I am glad you are back. Not the why but still it is good to have you home.”

It was as close as I was going to get to condolences. It was enough.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Mulder, It’s Me
Fandom: X-files
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] lotrangel17, who asked for X-files and Scully’s use of 'Mulder, it's me'.
Summary: Scully worries about Mulder sometimes.

~~

MULDER, IT’S ME

Scully had not heard from Mulder since last Tuesday when he’d flown down to South Carolina to search for some sort of Salamander Man that been reportedly spotted in the coastal lowlands. She’d refused to go. His alien hunting was bad enough but looking for lizard man was more than she could manage. There were some things too silly to investigate.

But now she was getting worried. He usually called to report in even if she wasn’t interested in his latest mission. This one was off the books.

She could call The Lone Gunman and ask if they knew if Mulder was all right. He might have called them for info about the Salamander Man. Frohicky was pretty creepy so she’d wait and see if Mulder showed up,

Damn him! She found the number he’d left with her and dialed it.

“Mulder, it’s me. Call me when you get this…”

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Bucephalus
Fandom: Alexander
Disclaimer: Alexander belongs to the ages.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: I never tire of Alexander stories.
Summary: Alexander’s most devoted friend.

~~

BUCEPHALUS

He is as light as a feather when we ride across the plains of Persia. He has but to move his knees to tell me what he wishes of me. I will do anything he asks of me. I live to please him. It was not always so with me.

I was angry the day he chose me. Other men had been cruel, beating me and frightening me with their screaming and yelling. Then he came to me. He was but a colt himself, and a small one at that. When he spoke, my heart listened and when he touched my face, my soul calmed. I gave myself to his care.

He grew into a strong man, a man that many other men followed out of love and devotion. Other men followed because of his strength. They too gave themselves to his care. We rode to Persia and beyond, battling Darius and claiming the lands for Greece. I was never as proud as I was on the day we rode triumphantly into Babylon.

I am becoming old and battered these days. I will carry Alexander until I can no longer do so. I will carry him until my dying day.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Watson Solves the Case
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 500 word ficlet.
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] chaotic_binky, who asked for ‘Sherlock Holmes - the mystery of the two odd shoes and the walking stick?’
Summary: Watson has a mystery to solve this time.

~~

WATSON SOLVES THE CASE

It all began a few days ago when I came home from the surgery. I removed my shoes and placed my walking stick against the side of the fireplace. I set my shoes on the hearth to dry our since it had been raining when I came in and I’d forgotten to wear my boots.

It had been an awfully long day so I ate the delicious cold meal that Mrs. Hudson brought up and put myself to bed. I rose early in the morning though I was not due in the surgery that day. I dressed and ate breakfast, taking an extra tea as I read the morning papers.

Holmes was still abed when I got ready to leave. I went to the hearth to get my shoes and found there one black shoe and one brown shoe! Had I unknowingly worn mismatched shoes all day yesterday then? I looked around and found my walking stick missing entirely.

“Mrs. Hudson,” I called. “Has anyone been in the house this morning?”

“No one but you and Mr. Holmes and he’s still abed.”

I assured her then that everything was all right. I settled into an armchair and began to read the rest of the paper. Holmes came in about ten-thirty. He wore his dressing gown over his nightshirt and one black shoe and one brown shoe!

“Why, Holmes! I do believe you have taken up thievery!”

He looked surprised when I pointed down to his feet. He removed the black shoe and handed it to me and I handed him the brown one from my foot.

“Now where is my walking stick?” I asked. Again, he looked totally surprised to find my stick by his chair.

No more was said about the incident and I actually forgot about it. I stayed in all day, staying in out of the rain. I left my shoes and my stick by the fireplace.

In the night I was awakened by a noise in the sitting room. I got up and tiptoed to the door, opening it just enough to see out.

I saw Holmes walk up to the fireplace and do something to my shoes then he picked up my stick. He popped it against the palm of his hand once or twice before going back to his room.

The next morning, there was one black shoe, one brown shoe and no stick. He denied the whole thing though I’d seen it with my own eyes.

The next night, just as he was switching the shoes, I walked into the room.

“Holmes!” He never even acknowledged my presence though he did begin to speak.

At first I thought he was talking to me but then I heard what he said. “Mycroft will never figure out it was me. He thinks me too dull for fun.” I realized that he was sleepwalking. I returned to my bed with a smile. Tomorrow I’d tell him that I had solved the case of the mismatched shoes!

~end~
alexcat: (sam and jack by <lj user=krissie678>)
Title: Jack and Boots
Fandom: SG-1
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 300 word Triple Drabble
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] lotrangel17 who asked for ‘SG1 with Jack, a cat and a pair of boots.’
Summary: Jack gets a surprise when he gets ready for work.

~~

JACK AND BOOTS

Jack O’Neill was not a man who kept pets. It was a challenge to keep beer, much less a living thing. That’s why he couldn’t understand how he ended up with this scrawny yellow kitten.

This morning had begun like any other day. He got up, shaved and showered; he dressed in his fatigues and poured himself a cup of coffee, then headed to the door. His boots were sitting on the porch, right by the door where he’d taken them off last night. They’d been muddy and he hadn’t wanted to track mud into the house.

When the tried to slide his boot on, he got a huge surprise. He stuck one foot into the boot and dropped it immediately when something screeched and began to claw at his foot to get out.

A tiny yellow kitten tumbled out of the boot, looked up at him. Its fur was standing on end and it was hissing its little heart out. The kitten was ready for battle. He bent down and scooped up the little thing. He put his boot on and carried the kitten to the base with him. Once there, he found a spare coffee cup and poured it some milk.

No one said a word when they came in and found Jack sitting back with the kitten asleep on his knee. He put his finger to his lips. The kitten woke anyway when they began to pull out chairs and place notebooks on the table. It looked around curiously and then looked up at Jack.

“His name is Boots. He moved into my boot. What was I supposed to do?”

The entire team tried not to laugh.

“What indeed?” Teal’c said with a smile as the kitten looked him over and went back to sleep on Jack.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Consequences
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: I love Gibbs and Abby.
Summary: Gibbs hopes he hasn’t hurt Abby too badly.

~~

CONSEQUENCES

The worst thing about it all was that Abby knew he killed Hernandez out of revenge. He’d never really cared much what other people thought but Abby wasn’t other people. Everything about her was special, especially to him. He poured himself another bourbon and began sanding.

First thing the next morning, he went down to Abby’s lab, grabbing a Caff-Pow on the way. He knew she’d see the drink as the gift it was.

“She smiled at him though she looked worried. “What can I do for you, Gibbs?”

“I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

He looked into her eyes and saw that they were the same. She understood and didn’t think less of him. Everything was going to be all right.

“I’m fine, Gibbs, just fine.” She gave him a big hug and he knew that it was all right. He was surprised at how relieved he was.

~end~
alexcat: (X-files by me)
Title: A Valentine for Scully
Fandom: X-files
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble
Note: In honor of the day!
Summary: Mulder gives Scully a gift.

~~

A VALENTINE FOR SCULLY

“Mulder, do you really expect me to believe this.” She held out a pink teddy bear festooned with a bright red ribbon as if it were something quite obscene.

“It’s called a Valentine, Scully. People give them to other people that they like or even love,” Mulder said very patiently as if he were talking to someone of rather low mental acuity.

“It’s just a silly commercial holiday propagated by the candy and greeting card industry to make millions from gullible people like you, Mulder.”

“Whatever you say, Scully.”

She looked as smug and satisfied as she usually did when an X-file was easily explainable. But Milder knew better. He smiled, hand her the box of chocolates he’d bought to go with the bear and kissed her on top of her pretty red head.

“Whatever you say.”

He noticed that both left the building with Scully when she went home.

~end~
alexcat: (SPN by me)
Title: Dry and Cracked
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double and a Half Drabble
Note: Castiel has the driest lips I have ever seen!
Summary: Cas worries about his lips.

~~

DRY AND CRACKED

Castiel was watching television in Sam and Dean’s motel room while they were out. He was fascinated by cosmetic commercials. He had no idea why these humans loved to paint themselves up so much, not to mention shampoos, lotions and something called lip balm. Maybe he’d ask Dean about it when he returned.

He forgot about lip balm when he discovered the adult channel. He felt some very strange sensations as he watched the people on the screen do some very unangelic things to one another. He couldn’t stop watching them.

Sam and Dean rolled in about midnight. Castiel made himself scarce, as in invisible, while they talked about the case they were working on.

Cas suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Do you think my lips look dry and cracked?” he asked Dean.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “I never looked at your lips, Cas. You, Sam?”

Sam shook his head.

Both brothers advanced on the angel, looking at his lips. Cas looked from one to the other. They acted as if they were about to do harm to him. Instead, Dean reached in his pocket and came out with a tube of ChapStick. He opened it and smeared it across Castiel’s dry, chapped lips.

“Kissably soft now?” Sam asked.

Dean laughed and gave Cas a very quick kiss on the lips. “Kissably soft,” Dean answered.

Cas just stood there with a blush on his cheeks and that odd excitement he’d felt while watching the adult channel coursing through his body.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Cool Suits
Fandom: X-files
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: In Krycek’s first episode, Sleepless, Mulder makes a comment about his wardrobe.
Summary: Mulder is the fashion police for Krycek.

~~

COOL SUITS

Mulder talked Krycek into going shopping. He’d been serious when he told Scully that the boy needed some wardrobe advice. There was something else about the boy that bugged Mulder, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but that would wait.

Alex tried on one suit after another while Mulder watched and decided on which on which ones looked the best.

“Tell me again why I’m doing this,” Krycek said.

“So you can be as cool as I am.”

Krycek laughed. “Did your former partner think you were cool?”

“No. She thought I was more of a nerd.”

“This one do?” He pointed to the suit he had on. It looked a lot like Mulder’s suit.

Mulder nodded and Alex wore the suit out of the store. That problem was solved but still there was something off about Krycek. He knew he’d figure it out eventually. He always did.

~End~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Like Strawberry for Chocolate
Fandom: Fringe
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: Walter is the living embodiment of the 60’s and he’s adorable.
Summary: Walter has a strange request. Or maybe a simple request for a strange reason.

~~

LIKE STRAWBERRY FOR CHOCOLATE

Walter Bishop was sitting in front of the television. He wasn’t watching it though. He was tasting of five strawberry milkshakes lined up in front of him. He picked each one up and drank from it then put it back and reached for the next one.

He yelled for Astrid. “Astroturf? Do we have more vanilla flavoring?”

Astrid was working at her computer, searching through some old records for Peter. “You drank it all the other day when you wanted to see how drunk it would make you.”

“Oh. Do we have some rum then?”

“No, Walter. You drank it all when you found out it was ‘talk like a pirate’ day.”

“It didn’t work either. Hmmm, well, I guess a little LSD would do.”

“Do for what, Walter?” She tried to keep the drugs away from him as much as possible though she wasn’t always successful.

“I want a chocolate shake and all I have are strawberry ones so I thought maybe alcohol or drugs might make me think they’re chocolate.”

Astrid sighed then got their coats. “Come on, Walter. Let’s go to the ice cream shop and get you a chocolate shake.”

Walter smiled. “That would work too.”

~end~
alexcat: (gaaldriel_creativeelf)
Title: Not Without Honor.
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double and a half Drabble
Note: [livejournal.com profile] aglarien1 gave me this: Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house. (Mark 6:4)
Summary: Galadriel gift is not always a gift.

~~

NOT WITHOUT HONOR

Galadriel looked into the mirror. She saw many things, more things than she ever told anyone, even Gandalf. Even he didn’t want to know all the things she saw.

She sighed and sat on the stone steps that led down into the part of the garden where the mirror sat. She’d had this gift before she crossed the ice, even before she had a mirror. Her uncle had laughed at her when she told him that an icy doom awaited many of the Noldor if they turned from the Valar and left Aman for Arda. Sometimes she wondered if her words had given Feanor the idea to let them all die in the grinding ice of the Helcaraxë. Even her own brothers thought her gift something to jest about. But they had stopped after crossing the Helcaraxë. They pretended that it did not even exist.

Here in Lothlorien, she was revered by all for her gift of prophecy. They held her up as something more than a mere elf, yet they feared her and her visions of the future. They feared the fact that she could see inside their hearts and minds. Hardly any elf in the city would look her in the eye.

She stood up and walked over to the bowl and filled it with clear water. Images began to form as the surface of the water stilled. To her, it was not a gift nor a curse. It was as it had always been. She simply knew.

~end~
alexcat: (Default)
Title: Heal Thyself
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 300 word Triple Drabble
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] anorienparker, who asked for Holmes and ‘shiver’.
Summary: Holmes gets into trouble when left alone too long.

~~

HEAL THEYSELF

I had not seen Holmes for several months as my marriage and my medical practice kept me quite busy. I received the note upon returning home late one evening from sitting with a patient until the danger of mortality had passed. The note was delivered by one of the boys Holmes often used as his eyes and ears in the street, the Baker Street Irregulars. The note said, “Come quickly.” I told Mary that Holmes needed me and hurried to Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson met me at the door. “He’s been pacing all day. He won’t open the door for me.”

I hurried up the stairs and banged on the door to the sitting room that we once shared. “Let me in, Holmes!”

He finally opened the door. He looked like death itself. He was pale and shivering almost too hard to speak. “What have you done?”

“I have seen a ghost!”

“What nonsense!” I pushed my way into the room and moved him toward the sofa. “Lie down and let me see what’s the matter.”

He was burning up with fever. I called to Mrs. Hudson to bring a pan of cool water and some cloths. We bathed him with the wetted cloths until he cooled down then we covered him in blankets. He woke around dawn and asked for water. The fever seemed to have broken finally.

“What happened to you? How long have been sick?”

He looked at me as if I were a complete fool. “I was studying whether giving oneself the influenza would make one immune to it.”

“You gave this to yourself?”

“Oh yes. A scientist must do his research,” he murmured before he fell asleep again.

I sighed and sat back to rest my eyes. Holmes would be the death of me yet.

~end~

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