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Aug. 22nd, 2008 22:22This double drabble is for
lethe_lloyd who asked for
Whether he was Vanya adventurer or novelty-seeking Maia, no one knew. Annatar’s past remained a mystery, his unsettling presence in Eregion punctuated by sudden journeys to destinations unknown. Again he approached Celebrimbor on silent feet, scarlet-clad, every motion imbued with the grace and promise of an Eastern concubine.
“I must leave you for a time, my friend. Other – concerns – require my presence.” Low, thrilling, a voice that implied illicit lusts in the most prosaic of observations.
Each time this happened, the smith knew a sharp tightness in his gut. Previously when faced with the impending absence of the Giver of Gifts, Annatar of the sharp wit and towering intellect, of twilight eyes, sinful mouth and sleek, sinuous form, Celebrimbor’s fear had been that he might not come back.
That had been before whispered consultations concerning hidden knowledge. That had been before veiled hints at power beyond comprehension, of rewards for exploring gifts unlooked for. That had been before the suspicion of close watch by those he had once trusted without question. That had been before the ring craft.
Now his fear was not how long Annatar would be gone, but rather that he would indeed keep his word and return.
Annatar and Celebrimbor
. Posted before it escapes and becomes a fic.The Departure
Whether he was Vanya adventurer or novelty-seeking Maia, no one knew. Annatar’s past remained a mystery, his unsettling presence in Eregion punctuated by sudden journeys to destinations unknown. Again he approached Celebrimbor on silent feet, scarlet-clad, every motion imbued with the grace and promise of an Eastern concubine.
“I must leave you for a time, my friend. Other – concerns – require my presence.” Low, thrilling, a voice that implied illicit lusts in the most prosaic of observations.
Each time this happened, the smith knew a sharp tightness in his gut. Previously when faced with the impending absence of the Giver of Gifts, Annatar of the sharp wit and towering intellect, of twilight eyes, sinful mouth and sleek, sinuous form, Celebrimbor’s fear had been that he might not come back.
That had been before whispered consultations concerning hidden knowledge. That had been before veiled hints at power beyond comprehension, of rewards for exploring gifts unlooked for. That had been before the suspicion of close watch by those he had once trusted without question. That had been before the ring craft.
Now his fear was not how long Annatar would be gone, but rather that he would indeed keep his word and return.
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Date: 2008-08-22 21:02 (UTC)That's superb, thank you so much
Magnificent!
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Date: 2008-08-22 21:18 (UTC)Gorgeous, Kei!
**hugs**
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Date: 2008-08-22 22:05 (UTC)Hugs Binky xxxx
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Date: 2008-08-22 23:31 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-23 05:04 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-23 11:05 (UTC)I think that you achieved the thing you said, about a pointed story, not an edited scene cut to size?
Favourite bits – first phrase, last two paras. Effective to open and close so strongly.
I do have a bit of concrit - before the suspicion of close watch - I reread this sentence a few times and find it hard to match the words to the right people or the right other words. Um, for example, does someone suspect they are closely watched? From the context, I think that Celebrimbor is watching people so they don’t betray secrets. Or – he worries he is watched? It remains unclear to me.
Thank you for this piece ‘cos I really liked seeing how description can be done strongly without feeling overdone.
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Date: 2008-08-23 20:47 (UTC)I think there is a longer story hiding in some dark corner of my mind – might have to write it eventually. Thank you again for the prompt.
*hugs*
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Date: 2008-08-23 20:49 (UTC)Glad you enjoyed. *hugs*
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Date: 2008-08-23 20:52 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-08-23 20:54 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-23 20:55 (UTC)A little less greed for knowledge would have been a very good thing for Celebrimbor, yes :D
Thanks, Oshun *hugs*.
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Date: 2008-08-23 21:01 (UTC)Also, thanks for the concrit! Lesson: adjusting a drabble without a general rewrite is work. Bit like a house of cards, pull out three words, the whole thing comes fluttering down.
I was trying to imply that Celebrimbor, who is keeping some of his work secret from Annatar, fears his guest has subverted a few of his own people to spy on him. I thought ‘
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Date: 2008-08-23 21:07 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-23 22:03 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-23 22:20 (UTC)A sexy Sauron has definitely been growing on me lately, due to Pandemonium and Pink Siamese, and your Annatar sounded so exotic!
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Date: 2008-08-23 23:21 (UTC)Um - how about using the noun from 'spied upon' and keeping your original 'suspicion' and using the 'his' from 'his sense' for a possibility to consider? [*before his suspicion (?verb) of spies among those*]
*sits on hands*]
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Date: 2008-08-23 23:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-24 00:15 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-26 05:39 (UTC)Incredible drabble dear.
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Date: 2008-08-26 17:03 (UTC)I love this.
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Date: 2008-08-27 03:23 (UTC)Keiliss -- please allow me to offer a "Well done,
lad, er, lass!" Your trademark sensual lyricism comes through beautifully. And this:"Annatar of the sharp wit and towering intellect,"
Thank you, thank you, thank you for not making Annatar a dumbed-down sybarite.
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Date: 2008-08-27 03:36 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-27 20:24 (UTC)Heh!
Thanks - 'chilling but warm' is good.
I need an appropriate icon *hints*.
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Date: 2008-08-27 20:37 (UTC)Pandemonium's fiction is quite simply amazing - she has work archived on SWG if you want to read further.
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Date: 2008-08-27 21:34 (UTC)No, no dumbing-down. Evil should be bright-edged and stomach-twisting, a hint at maggots just below the perfect exterior. Or as close to that as I can learn to write it.
Thank you so much for commenting, I'm flattered you read this :)
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Date: 2008-08-28 00:28 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-28 00:43 (UTC)Use that as your mission statement, and you'll have no problems writing it!
I'm too much the post-modern moral relativist to believe in Evil™. Hence my Miltonian spin: scratch a dark lord and find a prideful fallen angel and all that jazz. That said, your vision of "bright-edged and stomach-twisting" has me squirming with delight! :^D Can't wait to read more!
I stumbled across this since oshun had mentioned a story set on the plains of Gorgoroth during the siege of the Last Alliance involving Gil-galad and Glorfindel (heh) and thought that you might be the author so I scurried over to "Braided Light" to see if I could find it. However, I became immersed in "A Little More Conversation" which I love -- the logistics of making Imladris habitable really captured my attention. You rendered the voices of Glorfindel and Erestor so well -- their distinctive personalities shine through in that correspondence. I am really taken with the fact that Erestor is something vaguely akin to an elvish farm boy. :^D
Then I thought I'd drop by here to see what was up, and yet another treat...
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Date: 2008-08-28 20:13 (UTC)Thanks so much for the unexpected comments on 'Conversations' - you made my day. Erestor as *something vaguely akin to an elvish farm boy* --- oh yes, he is rather, isn't he? Writing about the beginnings of Imladris was meant to be relaxing and fun - which it is, but I never thought to ask myself how much a South African city girl knew about northern hemisphere climate and farming conditions.
All Our Yesterdays is my only story set during the siege, otherwise I've stayed well clear of Gil-galad's unfortunate 'incident with the spear'. (against a Maia? What was he thinking?)
I'm glad you decided to drop by - thank you :)
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Date: 2008-08-30 19:33 (UTC)no subject
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