I was tagged by the wonderful @hobbitwrangler for the first lines of my last 10 stories and by the very kind @perchingpasserine for some funny lines. And so of course I’m going to fulfill neither of those prompts because, on examination, opening lines might not be my strength and I’m not that funny! 😂 So here are some random lines from my last 10. Make of them what you will.
Suddenly, and without warning, it is the old Théoden looking back at him, peering out from behind the mask of a man aged and wearied before his time. (A Good Lad, Háma & Théoden, 1.5K)
While other men might be surprised to return home to find their wives deeply enmeshed in a spirited debate about how best to burn an army’s worth of rubbish, Dúnhere seemed to have expected nothing less. (For Want of a Nail, Dúnhere/OC, 4.2K)
Perhaps it was a closeness that started before birth, in those months when she was all he knew of the world, and then had slumbered in dormancy during the long years of their separation, a flower waiting for the right moment to burst into bloom again. (Beyond the Circles of the World, Théoden & Efhild & Théodred, 6.5K)
Have pity on us, Béma, he pleaded, equal parts desperate and outraged. You cannot take him either. (A Sister’s Son, Elfhelm & Théodred, 1.9K)
The barrier between what a man thought and what he would say aloud grew its thinnest in the moonlight, and Elfhelm found himself drawn aside more often after dark by those with a sense of urgency to their words, a need to share worries and hopes or to unburden secrets before the chance was lost forever. (Sleepless, Elfhelm, 2.6K)
He has many years ahead to live with the knowledge that others want him dead; she will not be the one to put that idea in his mind for the first time. (Askance, Vidumavi/Valacar, Vidumavi & Eldacar, 5.3K)
They have left out the soul-deadening horror of looking another man in the eye and realizing the only way to end his misery is to first give him more. (Hewn and Sewn, Háma, 4.1K)
It was easy for her to meet anger with anger, but to sustain a sharp temper in opposition to Théodred’s quiet warmth was nearly impossible, feeling somewhere between callous and absurd. (What Do We Say?, Théodred & Éowyn, 1.5K)
Her husband is just one of many things suddenly missing from her life, and he is not the one she most wants back. (Unwary, Théodwyn/Éomund, Théodwyn & Éomer & Éowyn, Sisters of Théoden, 3.1K)
Gwindor was his name, back when he had an existence worth naming. (Gwindor’s life as a thrall WIP, maybe to be posted for Tolkien Horror Week or maybe never to see the light of day! 1.5Kish)
No pressure tags to @sotwk @dilettantefeminist @cilil to interpret however you want — first lines, funny lines, favorite lines, etc from any number of fics or WIPs of your choice! (Can’t hold anyone else to a prompt that I didn’t meet myself!)
