Jan 13, 2025
Could Sir Sparhawk solve the Kira murders?
Could catch Kira, would survive
Could not catch Kira, would survive
Could catch Kira, would not survive
Could not catch Kira, would not survive
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Could Sir Sparhawk solve the Kira murders?
Could catch Kira, would survive
Could not catch Kira, would survive
Could catch Kira, would not survive
Could not catch Kira, would not survive
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Aphreal voice over: This is Sparhawk. *cuts to a close up of Sparhawk’s face* He likes his personal space. And this is Kalten. *pans out to show Kalten hanging on to Sparhawk like a Koala to a tree* He also likes Sparhawk’s personal space.
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Elenium Drabble set after the incident at the abandoned Styric settlement.
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Sparhawk sat by the fire, slowly struggling into wakefulness. The bustle of the camp flowed around him as he considered the flames.
“Sparhawk!” His head snapped up to look at the two blonde’s standing in front of him. Kalten stood with his arm wrapped firmly around the shoulders of a fuming Parasim.
“Gentlemen.” He acknowledged.
Parasim was given a lighthearted, but very firm push onto a log to the far side of the fire and Kalten sat down next to him. Parasim’s eyes were red rimmed, and his skin was pale with rage. Kalten kept a restraining hand on the younger man’s shoulder.
“Is something wrong, little brother?” Sparhawk asked, keeping his tone mild. Parasim took a breath, finally looking Sparhawk in the eye.
“Sir Haldorain.” He nearly spat.
“Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure. What did he do?” Sparhawk leaned back a little.
“He-he. After last night.” Parasim sputtered, too angry to be coherent yet.
“He was talking about the superiority of Elenes, and Parasim was about to start a brawl before I redirected him.” Kalten supplied.
“I see, and after seeing that Styric settlement, you can’t imagine anything farther from the truth.” Sparhawk kept his tone mild, but he did feel a small, understanding smile tug at the corners of his mouth. Parasim nodded.
“I suspect our dear brother Haldorain is desperately trying to convince himself what he’s saying is correct. It’s easier than confronting the evil we Elenes can commit when we put our minds to it.” Sparhawk observed. Looking off in the direction Kalten and Parasim had come from, he could see Sir Olven and a few older knights corralling an unfamiliar young man.
“Is this really what we are?” Parasim’s despairing voice redirected Sparhawk’s attention back to the younger man. He was starting to regain some color, and the rage seemed to have stepped aside for confusion and hurt.
“As humans, as Elenes, or as Pandions?” Sparhawk asked.
“All, I suppose.” Parasim gave a vague wave of his hand for emphasis.
“Yes.” Sparhawk said simply. Parasim slumped, his shoulders dropping and his bright blue eyes cast downwards. “However, we can be so much better. Your reaction to all of this is proof.” Parasim looked up.
“Really?”
“Truely.” Sparhawk replied. Kalten put out a hand and ruffled the other blonde’s hair.
“I see why our little mother likes this one so much.” Kalten joked, earning a cautiously happy smile.
“Sir Parasim. Come here for a moment.” Sir Olven called, the younger knight standing next to him looking thoroughly shamefaced.
“Gentlemen.” He said politely, jumping up and making his way across the camp.
“Good lad.” Kalten observed.
“He is. I’m afraid he might not be with us very long.” Sparhawk admitted, watching the younger men talk. They appeared to come to some kind of accord and shook hands.
“Must you always be so dour?” Kalten asked, a mixture of annoyance and sadness in his tone.
“You know I’m right.”
“I’m afraid I do.”
The Diamond Throne by David Eddings
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I am officially at the point where my usual ‘comfort characters’ (violent, creepy, sadistic slasher villains) aren’t cutting it anymore (for the time being...)
I have, in the last week alone, read through all three books in ‘The Elenium’ trilogy (’The Diamond Throne’, ‘The Ruby Knight’, and ‘The Sapphire Rose’) and I am currently reading my way through book two of three in ‘The Tamuli’ trilogy (’Domes Of Fire’, ‘The Shining Ones’ and ‘The Hidden City’) by David Eddings.
(All six books are interconnected)
Damn straight I’m re-reading the whole bloody series for the love of one character in particular for the sheer joy of it, because right at this moment, there’s not much in the entire world I want more than a pious, straight-laced, siege-loving, lochaber axe-wielding celibate church-knight in (literal) shining armour named Sir Bevier to take me in his arms, hold me tight and tell me everything’s going to be ok.
Sometimes I still think about the AU concept I had (in the background of a Borgias fic, I think?) where there’s no Game of Thrones. Instead, the fantasy series that gets the big prestige adaptation is David and Leigh Eddings’ Elenium (well, Elenium-Tamuli)—
—but it still has the GOT cast.
I’d only gotten so far as deciding on Lena Headey as Sephrenia, but it’s still fun to try and imagine how it would work. Like, who would even be Sparhawk? Peter Dinklage might have the right energy ... and what about Aphrael and Danae? Ehlana? Natalie Dormer was older than Ehlana, but it might not want to lean into the age difference so much, and she could do a really good job. And Stragen could be really fun ...
(I also thought of the Belgariad, but a) it’s less HBO’s style and b) I like the Elenium better, despite a soft spot for Garion, Polgara, and Zakath.)
B O O K M E M E. [6/8] female characters: aphrael, the elenium and the tamuli.
"I am no daughter of thine, Azash." Flute's voice was crisp. "I willed myself into existence, as did my brothers and sisters when thou and thy kindred did tear at the fabric of reality with thy childish contention.... “Direct thy fury at me, Azash, and not at my children, for it was I who used the power of the rings to emasculate thee and to confine thee forever in that idol of mud... Thy power is so abated by thine emasculation that thou canst not escape thy confinement. Thou wilt not have Bhelliom, impotent Godling, and thus shalt thou be forever imprisoned. Thou shalt remain unmanned and confined until the farthest star burns down to ashes." She paused, and when she spoke again it was in the tone of one slowly twisting a knife buried in the body of another... "Thou hast none to blame but thyself for what hath befallen thee... I call upon thee to submit to the power of the Sapphire Rose - or to perish."