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A rec and a fic
First, A Recommendation:
For those of you who haven't gotten the word alreay, hie thee hence:
Symbiosis, Part the First
Symbiosis, Part the Second
for some of the choicest, hottest HobbitSmut I've read in quite a while. Not since The Field have I read anything this well-written and gratuitously sexy. Take it from me - you'd best spread a towel on your chair before reading this, because you'll be sitting in a puddle well before the end. Woo-hoo!
And Now, a Fic of My Own:
Written in response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ringprov Challenge #16.
Title: Haunting
Pairing: S/F
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle Earth and its extraordinary characters, locations and situations go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.
Haunting
by Serai
He sat up in bed, his eyes straining into the darkness. Everything was quiet - little Elanor breathing high and soft in her crib, and Rosie a warm, solid hill under the snow of their eiderdown. But still, something had wakened him.
Every nerve alight, he slid the covers down and got out of bed. There was barely enough starlight to see by, and it faded into blackness when he opened the bedroom door.
Outside, the hall, quiet and dark. Nothing towards the parlor, and down the other way -
Sam's breath stopped. Light pooled, faint but warm, under the edge of the third door down. Shock tingled through him in a wave, but the fear did not linger. He felt he might weep suddenly, as he hadn't in a long time, weep with a bone-deep longing that pulled him down the hall without a backward glance.
The door to Frodo's bedroom made not a whisper of sound as he pushed it open, and the glow of a single candle limned the room in a warm, wavering light. The candlestick sat on the floor, in front of the tall oval mirror.
A sigh slipped forth before Sam even felt it, and without thinking, he crossed the chill tile floor. He was bending to pick up the candle before he remembered, and started shaking. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the mirror's reflection, and saw within it someone crouching over the candle. Someone with beautiful, glittering eyes. A whisper brushed past him; he couldn't tell if he'd heard it or only thought it (meleth…) but either way it made him gasp. He knew the last thing he should do was look in that mirror.
But he did it anyway.
Cross-posted toringprov and sean_astin_fans.
For those of you who haven't gotten the word alreay, hie thee hence:
Symbiosis, Part the First
Symbiosis, Part the Second
for some of the choicest, hottest HobbitSmut I've read in quite a while. Not since The Field have I read anything this well-written and gratuitously sexy. Take it from me - you'd best spread a towel on your chair before reading this, because you'll be sitting in a puddle well before the end. Woo-hoo!
And Now, a Fic of My Own:
Written in response to
ringprov Challenge #16.Title: Haunting
Pairing: S/F
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle Earth and its extraordinary characters, locations and situations go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.
Haunting
by Serai
He sat up in bed, his eyes straining into the darkness. Everything was quiet - little Elanor breathing high and soft in her crib, and Rosie a warm, solid hill under the snow of their eiderdown. But still, something had wakened him.
Every nerve alight, he slid the covers down and got out of bed. There was barely enough starlight to see by, and it faded into blackness when he opened the bedroom door.
Outside, the hall, quiet and dark. Nothing towards the parlor, and down the other way -
Sam's breath stopped. Light pooled, faint but warm, under the edge of the third door down. Shock tingled through him in a wave, but the fear did not linger. He felt he might weep suddenly, as he hadn't in a long time, weep with a bone-deep longing that pulled him down the hall without a backward glance.
The door to Frodo's bedroom made not a whisper of sound as he pushed it open, and the glow of a single candle limned the room in a warm, wavering light. The candlestick sat on the floor, in front of the tall oval mirror.
A sigh slipped forth before Sam even felt it, and without thinking, he crossed the chill tile floor. He was bending to pick up the candle before he remembered, and started shaking. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the mirror's reflection, and saw within it someone crouching over the candle. Someone with beautiful, glittering eyes. A whisper brushed past him; he couldn't tell if he'd heard it or only thought it (meleth…) but either way it made him gasp. He knew the last thing he should do was look in that mirror.
But he did it anyway.
Cross-posted to
ringprov and sean_astin_fans.
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Thank you! And, GAWD YES, 'Symbiosis' is da bomb!
And YOUR ficlet is spooky and sad and wonderful. I loved it!
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It's me, Spike
(Anonymous) 2003-09-28 12:55 am (UTC)(link)Hope we get to look in the mirror with him...
And just out of curiosity, who's been showing up in your mirror these days?
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(And dude, YES, Symbiosis rocked. So did The Field. *decisive nod*)
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