triple drabble for rhapsody
Nov. 2nd, 2008 22:10‘Hmmmmm, *ponders* Gil-Galad & Elendil (not necessarily slash), but just see where these two take you!’
The original reached over 600 words, and I chipped it down to 200, but it had no texture left. Hope you don’t mind 300 words instead?

In this elven city Elendil felt utterly alone, adrift in an alien landscape. He looked out over lush gardens to a placid blue ocean, and recalled the roiling waters that had carried them from home into the unknown, the pealing thunder, the lightning bright enough to blind a man. Far away it seemed now, almost unreal...
A footfall behind made him turn. His hosts were quite unlike the elven folk he had known from Tol Eressëa, more – tempered, although pleasant enough. This elf was tall and well built, with a typically old-young face. Self-assured. He strode forward, hand extended in the greeting Elendil was learning to expect. He offered his hand in return, and wrists were clasped briefly, first above, then below.
“Ereinion Gil-galad, king of this land. You’ve rested?” The king’s voice was briskly friendly, accustomed to command. Elendil nodded, but had no time to respond. “Good, good. I’ve sent supplies to your people – you’ll want them to stay near the ships for now, till we find them somewhere to settle. Now…”
Elendil plunged in. “My gratitude for your hospitality, lord, but my ships are in need of repairs and I came to beg loan of a vessel to travel down the coast to seek the rest of my party… My sons…”
A quick smile, infinitely charming. “The Avari already sent word of strange ships landing far to the south. Your sons will be safe enough, your people have had strongholds there for centuries.” Light blue eyes met his thoughtfully. “But now…” He rested a hand on Elendil’s shoulder, gestured to where chairs were being set. “They tell me your name is Elendil and you can explain why the sea has grown strange. Come join me in a cup of wine, and share your news out of the West.”
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Date: 2008-11-03 09:12 (UTC)Hugs Binky xxxx
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:16 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:25 (UTC)Hugs Binky xxx
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Date: 2008-11-03 14:52 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:23 (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2008-11-05 01:25 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:53 (UTC)Gil is - Gil, yes, lol. I just commented to Elfscribe that while I know it's good to try and write a character from different angles, I may never be able to do that with Gil-galad. He seems to have a life of his own.
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Date: 2008-11-04 01:27 (UTC)...you can explain why the sea has grown strange.
I like this moment that you encapsulate here. It is something I have often wondered about. His bewilderment is clear here.
I liked this.
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:32 (UTC)And yes, very Gil-galad, lol.
I mailed you :)
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Date: 2008-11-05 04:28 (UTC)I really liked this piece. Their country had been destroyed in a cataclysm and they had basically ridden a tsunami to the shores of middle earth in some very turbulent seas. So he would have been in strange shape indeed.
I think his understated, wigged out demeanor was appropo. *nod*
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Date: 2008-11-05 09:35 (UTC)Was a very interesting event to look at, too.
I got a mail from you while I was listening to the election coverage (they went full time on radio here) and answered it. It did not look like a gtalk offline thing, but I went and checked and it's from gmail so you'll never find it, lol!
Glad you're all right, hon.
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Date: 2008-11-06 01:36 (UTC)*sulk*
I think he would have been pretty much shell shocked, actually.
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Date: 2008-11-04 03:06 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:40 (UTC)Thanks for the feedback, love. Glad you liked this :)
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Date: 2008-11-04 08:17 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-11-05 00:45 (UTC)I thought the main purpose of weekends was so that we could indulge in a glass or two more than we should *g*.
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Date: 2008-11-09 17:44 (UTC)I think you managed to express a lot in this short ficlet.
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Date: 2008-11-13 21:18 (UTC)I can't imagine how it must have felt, probably a bit like being one of a handful of survivors of a nuclear strike would now? An entire civilization gone, and the safety of that handful his personal responsibility. I was so thrilled when Rhapsody gave me this prompt, it's a window I'd not looked through before.
And any excuse to write Gil-galad is good *g*.
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Date: 2009-04-16 13:39 (UTC)Sons and southern history - I tried so hard to follow it all while researching, even found a Numenorean logging fort in the First Age in the north, that your small, coherent mention of sons and the prior settlements in the south is one that gets my attention, oh yes. History test, anyone?
Back to your story: the ending, however, is the thing that gives this story its power, the reference to what has happened. Such a change in the world... Were you pleased with this piece afterwards? Did you like it, feel satisfied?
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Date: 2009-04-16 22:34 (UTC)Do I like the result, feel satisfied? Yes. I met a new person who I would like to spend more time with at some point, I had to think about the reality of fleeing from the unbelievable, try and imagine how it would be to have to start over in a strange land with no home ever to go back to... Very satisfied. Pleased? It should have been a little longer.
The ending - I always wondered when and how the elves this side learned what had happened and why. Not all at once, message from the Valar type thing, I thought. They were so attuned to the world, though, they would have felt this vast change when it came about, but why, what it meant for them? I think that would have come in pieces, not all at once.
I can talk a lot about this :D
Thanks for reading, Erfan.