Title: Fading
Fandom: The Silmarillion/The Lord of the Rings
Spoilers: The Silmarillion (a few deaths of the Noldor)
Characters: Maglor. Mentioned in brief in order: Finarfin, Fingolfin, Fingon, Finrod, Galadriel, Celeborn, Celebrian, Elrond
Other: I am not at all pleased with how this turned out, but whatever. I use Quenya names because I like them better, and Maglor probably still thinks in Quenya.
Maglor looked down at his hand, and was surprised to find that he could still see it perfectly. It had not faded at all in a thousand years--ah, but of course it has. It was his own eyesight alone which could still see himself. No one else could spot him in the trees.
Fading really wasn't so bad. It gave him a lot of time to think. He couldn't change the past--he tried not to think about the past at all. Instead, he wondered towards the future. Not for himself.
The last of the Elves had set sailed for Valinor. Arafinwe probably still ruled Tirion, unless Nolofinwe has demanded Kingship. And by now, his cousins would have been let out of Mandos. Findekano, always Nelyo's best friend, would be reunited with his son. Findarato would walk with his father. Artanis and Teleporno would have found Celebrian. And Elrond...
Maglor shook his head. He tried not to think much about Elrond either.
He took a few steps and knelt down beside the Anduin, the mighty river which once bordered Lorien. The men have begun building their domain. Lorien is silent, Imladris is silent, but Minas Tirith stands, taller and prouder than ever.
There is no place for Canafinwe Macalaure. But then again, there never was.
Okay I'm bored so I'm going to post one of my short stories on your short story on your blog about short stories.
ReplyDeleteInspector Garrett stepped down from the horse drawn carriage, being careful not to tread into any puddles and mud which lay below. Following him was his acquaintance, Charlie, whom carrying a small briefcase, made no such distinction between his heavy steps
‘Charles, how many times must I tell you to observe your surroundings before you do anything? It’s integral to our line of work that we observe before we act; to react accordingly and to keep the scene as mint as it was before we arrive. And yet time and time again...you amaze me with your actions.’ Garrett muttered condescendingly as he ushered Charlie to clean his shoes.
‘But sir...but but...’ Charlie spluttered out, but before he could say another world he was hushed by the inspector.
ReplyDelete‘Let us speak no more of the matter Charles. The tedium of this conversation is tiring me. But be sure to clean your shoes before you walk into the building with me. We wouldn’t want to make fools of us all would we?’
As both men made their way to the crime scene, not much more could be heard than the sounds of two sets of feet on the pavement. Charlie watched as his superior contemplated the situation at hand, his intent in doing so even unknown beyond himself. Often he would notice that his acquaintance was thinking about the small details which others would’ve missed, if not for his keen eyes, while at other times it was just a facade of futility, an act to put off those around him to simply hide his scent.
As the two made their last steps towards the house, Garrett dispelled the silence which he had put upon them both.
‘Now then, my dear Charles, it seems we’ve reached our destination. The house of a misses C. Herald...cause of death...blood loss...days since death...unknown...undefined...nameless...unheard of...Charles my dear lad you’ve picked one of the most interesting cases I’ve seen in a while. Congrats to you for being the first man in a while to honestly pick up my interest...congrats indeed...’ he said in unusually flattering tone.
ReplyDelete‘Uh...thank you sir?’ Charlie replied unnervingly ‘But I believe we do have a case to solve now sir.’
‘Quite.’ Garett muttered.
While Garett made his way to the front door, Charlie decided now was as good time to follow his mentor’s previous instruction, making sure his shoes were spotless, earning him a slight nod of approval. The door creaked ever so slightly as it was unlocked, and Garett proceed inside to the scene of the crime.
‘Now then Charles, I want you to take that pen of yours out and write every single thing that comes out of my mouth at this moment. And I mean everything, including this very sentence.’
‘Yes sir!’ he answered zealously.
‘The walls...the ceiling...the lights...well there’s nothing interesting to point out...To look at the floor however...midnight blue...splotches of orange, red and green on top... order... orange... green... orange ... red ... red ... orange.. red... green... Well something is afoot here...and another piece of the mystery solved...as simply as I can put it to you...it’s a murder...are you copying this Charles? It helps fix all this paperwork later, and as you know...’ the inspector mused out loud.
‘The more work done now, the more work done latter. I read your dossier sir, and all over it were quotes like that. And yes I am writing this down sir. If you had read my file you would know that...’ he attempted to retort
ReplyDelete‘My dear boy, I wouldn’t have to read your dossier to know a single thing about you. From the moment you stumbled into my office with that slight limp of yours and those glasses hanging around your neck, I knew much more than I would’ve liked to have known. Now anyway. Murder; some of the red dots littered over the carpet are blood stains. The person who did this must’ve been confused, lost or deranged making it harder to trace his steps, the blood can be seen everywhere but it seems to lead upstairs...to the bathroom. Seems like something rather elementary that should’ve be left in the reports...But I digress Charles, up the stairs we go.’ he articulated as he made he was up the staircase.
‘Sir, would you mind me asking but...why do you work for this department. It would seem that at every moment you can you seem to disapprove of them on the most negligible of faults. I would swear that in another universe that you’d be working alone solving all these problems for the fun of it...even to defend some kind of honour of society or something...instead of just being in it for all the money... or at least with another less capable. And I could imagine...’
‘Shut up Charles, and get back to writing. We can discuss this matter later but as it is, the more work done now, the more work done latter.’
Another spell of serenity fell upon the two men as Inspector Garett paced back and forth along the corridor. Charlie took this small break in the inspectors’ ramblings to continue his observations of the man whom he now had to follow. A particular point caught Charlie’s eye as he watched the
inspector. He would always smile briefly to himself as he uncovered another piece of the mystery, and then proceed to pass it by for a few minutes as if he had found nothing; rather than showing it off he would keep it to himself and then tell Charlie to write it down, though however he could not point it what the inspector was noticing.
ReplyDelete‘Sir, mind I ask you how you knew the murder took place inside...’
‘Charles my dear boy; Look down Stairs! By Jove how could I have missed it?’ the Inspector interrupted brashly before Charlie could finish.
‘Wait sir what? What is it?’
‘Just look down there! See the red...the blood? Look at it lad! It’s in the shape of an arrow. And it damned well points up here.’
‘Inspector, mind me saying this but I think you’re missing the point.’
‘Nice pun Charles. Nice pun indeed...’
‘Sir...there’s more than that arrow. There’s a message there...it states...Jokes...on you...three alive in the house...one left’
‘Charlie...it seems this day has just gotten much more interesting than I ever would’ve thought.
Point being. Make your own material~~~!!@!@!@123131
ReplyDeleteIt's actually much better than the fanfiction.
ReplyDeleteDude, what the hell? Get your own damned blog.
ReplyDeleteBesides, didn't I tell you, I HAVE my frickin' own material. Check my other posts. Gosh >.<