Title: Justice
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Elrohir/Legolas (implied), Elladan, Elrond
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Notes:  Written for  31_days  April 1st challenge: “We would all be fools to pray for justice.”

Three dark heads bend over the map. 

“Here.”  Elrohir's finger stabs down hard enough to wrinkle.

Legolas steadies him with a hand on his shoulder.  Elrohir shrugs him away.

“There are too many,” Elrond rubs his eyes.  “We know not who sent them.”  Meaning 'I cannot lose  more.'

Elladan cocks a brow.  “We know enough.”

“We must not rush in with swords drawn.” 

“We would all be fools to pray for justice!  I will not sit on my hands and do nothing.”

“You are no longer children,” Elrond sighs.

“So we ride.” Legolas' voice holds danger and promise.

Elrohir smiles.

Title: Brun
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir 
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for 31_days  prompt December 5th 2008 “glorious eyes that smile and burn”

Though he would never admit it, Elrohir doubted the Quest would succeed.  If it failed, Legolas would fall as well, this he did not doubt.  Thus, when Halbarad and his Rangers rode to join Aragorn's company, Elrohir rode at their side.  He stood beside Legolas on the Paths of the Dead, on Pelennor Fields, as he faced the hordes in Mordor.  In the midst of blood and darkness and death, in the presence of evil, there was but one spot of brightness.  Even in the deepest dark, he saw Legolas eyes - glorious  eyes that smile and burn with vengeance, with promise.

Title: “Alone in the Pale Blue Morning”
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Elrohir/Legolas
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for 31_days July 9, 2008.  

He leans against the jamb, wood splintering rough under his hand.  Lack of sleep grits against his eyelids but he refuses to rub them.  Refuses to submit to his aching body.  He gazes out over the city – still in this moment just after dawn.  The breeze is scented with jasmine and rose.  The sky blue as a robin's egg and just as fragile.  At any moment it could crack open, darkness bursting through to stain all.  Legolas feels it building over the mountains.  Behind him Elrohir slumbers still, curled beneath their blankets.  Legolas is alone in the pale blue morning.

Title: “In spite of everything”
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir
Rating: G
Notes: Written for 31_days July 19, 2008


I hesitate in the entrance.  Waiting. No longer certain of my welcome; no longer certain of anything. He looks up. His quill falls to the floor. He sits, still as his father's marble statues and as pale.

“Elrohir.” My voice, little more than a whisper, grates.

Silence between us, a chasm. Logs shift, flames crack. Smell of wood-smoke, ink, and parchment. Like him. Unable to bear his utter stillness, I kneel before him, take his cold hand. “Please.”

Cracks fissure through my heart. I have lost him.

Then, beyond hope, his hand on my head. “Legolas.” Forgiving. In spite of everything.

Title: Broken, Mended
Series: None
(Original Creation)
Character/Pairing: Anthony/Michael
Rating: G

Notes: Written for December 1st’s 31_days challenge "piece by piece by piece”

Colors swirl along the edge of his vision, sparking bright and sharp. He gulps a breath and struggles to smile. To relax. To keep it together. Fortunately, with the bass throbbing, strobes flashing, the heat, the dancing – no one seems to notice him hovering against the wall. He slides to the floor, cradling his head in his hands. Too much. It’s all too much. He can’t… can’t… Tears slide down his cheeks leaving cool trails and he shudders. Then, a hand on his shoulder, gentle.

“Come on, Ant.” Michael, calling him back, picking him up piece by piece by piece.

Title: Thanksgiving
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir  
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 093. Thanksgiving



“What is this?”  Elrohir raised a brow at the feast spread before him.

Legolas smiled.  “'Tis Thanksgiving, is it not?”

Elrohir nodded, though he still seemed puzzled.  “I thought it was not a Mirkwood custom.”

“You are a long way from home on a celebration day.  And I have many thanks I wish to give.”  He drew Elrohir down before a crackling fire, then handed him a goblet of mulled wine.  “Though this year has been dark for me and mine, still has light been given.  'Ro, you are that light and I give thanks for you.”  Sweet wine flowed.

Title: Hours
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir  
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 006. Hours

“There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined....” The Hours

One might think that to elves, unlike Men, years pass as moments.  Betimes 'tis true – but not always.  Though millennia have passed since Elrohir's eyes met mine across the courtyard, I remember every hour with perfect clarity.  Especially one.  Autum in Imladris; trees cloaked red and gold.  The air held the promise of snow.  He stood alone, gazing through the library window.  I came upon him there.  He shivered in the empty cold, but did not turn to me.  Until I reached out, placed one hand upon his shoulder.  Heat flowed between us and I knew – we were not alone.

Title: Insides
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan 
Rating: PG
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 004. Insides

Though the twins looked identical, Legolas had not spent more than a short time with them before he understood their differences.  Elladan, elder by mere moments, was the more demonstrative.  Quick to anger, but quicker to laugh.  He preferred action to discussion.  He spent long hours on the practice grounds and equally long making mischief.  Elrohir was the younger and more reserved.  He considered movements before making them.  He studied history and healing.  When he joined Elladan in mischief, his silver tongue spared them punishment.  He held his heart close.  Of the two, it was Elrohir who captured Legolas' attention.

Title: Outsides
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan 
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 005. Outsides

Hair black as pitch, pulled back and twisted in intricate braids which hung past broad shoulders.  Bright argent eyes sparkling with wit and wisdom – farther back, deeper in, longing and compassion.  Full lips quirked in identical smiles, holding just the barest edge of mischief.  Bodies sturdier than most elves; torsos well defined from countless hours spent in battle.  Arms lithe but strong as the steel they wielded.  Long legs slightly spread and planted firmly.  Neither were easy to unbalance.  Graceful, powerful, fell warriors and staunch allies.  Mirror images.  Even so, Legolas never mistook one of Elrond's sons for the other.

Title: Ends
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir  
Rating: PG
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 003. Ends

Lord Elrond claims that endings are no more than a circle completed.  That to have beginnings means endings will follow.  Night follows day, death life.  It is the order of things.  I heard his teaching; I believed his words.  But they never fully penetrated.  Or perhaps, were I truthful, I hoped that Elrond was mistaken for once.  He was not.  Autumn is a season of endings – days grow short and cold, trees lose their leaves...  Both twins grow quiet, distant.  I see them drifting from me and I am powerless.  Darkness grows on the horizon, looming large as this ending.

Title: Middles
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Elrohir/Legolas/Elladan 
Rating: PG
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 002. Middles

Most of the time, being in the middle suited Legolas just perfectly.   He would blink awake at dawn, warmth surrounding him – nestled cozily between Elrohir and Elladan, dark hair and blond mingling on the pillows.  Many nights passed in mutual sharing of burdens and joys and the taking and giving of pleasure.  Legolas thought they had found equilibrium.  Until the balance began to shift and the middle was no longer a place of comfort.  In lieu of joy there was anger, in lieu of pleasure came recrimination.  No longer a haven, bed became an extension of battlefields.  Three were sundered.

Title: Beginnings
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Legolas/Elrohir  
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for fanfic100 challenge: 001. Beginnings

Most people prefer beginnings – but I often find them discomfiting.  It takes me time to find my footing.  My place.  Except once; when I met Elrohir.  We faced each other in the courtyard as Lord Elrond made introductions and all else faded.  Even in the midst of my grief I recognized him.  It was as though we were not meeting for the first time, but taking up the threads of an old friendship.  I could only see his eyes, silver gaze mirroring my loss, but lit deep within by compassion.  In that moment I understood; somehow I had come home.

Title: Childish Things
Series: Tombstone  
Character/Pairing: Intimations of Doc Holliday/Wyatt Earp  
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for today's 31_days challenge: “When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things.”  (Doc's POV)

When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things.  Somehow, as I stored away the toys and games, balls and blocks, flights of fancy all – a thing was lost beside, though I did not realize.  Like cobwebs, those props of childhood trapped the best of what I could have been, leaving me stark and dry.  I had not missed my heart before.  Then your hand opened, sharing you entire.  So I offer you my loyalty, all that I have left.

Title: One by One
Series: Tombstone   
Character/Pairing: Doc Holliday
Rating: G
Notes: Written for today's 31_days challenge "one by one the nights will fall".  Mattie was Doc's cousin, and a nun.  They wrote each other throughout their lives.


Dearest Mattie ~

I find myself taken by a peculiar mood this eve; please pardon me, if you would.  The weather has turned cold.  The year grows short, and something gathers on the horizon like clouds piling dark before the storm.  I doubt it will pass so quickly.  One by one the nights will fall and I wonder who will fall with them.  I do not fear for myself but for those who have become my family in these empty lands.  Though I shall protect them with what life is left in me, I fear failure.  Pray for them. 

Your J.H.H.

Title: Between Dark and Dream
Series: Tombstone   
Character/Pairing: Intimations of Doc Holliday/Wyatt Earp   
Rating: G
Notes: My first drabble.  Written for 31_days challenge for today: “Between the click of the light and the start of the dream”

His favorite time of day is the moment just after he extinguishes the lamp, but before he surrenders to sleep.  In that darkness time shifts, becomes fluid.  He lives whole lifetimes – watching them play out against closed eyelids.  There he can breathe easily and deeply, the air rich and heavy with loam and honeysuckle. Sun shines warm on his skin until he tingles as before lightning strikes.  Then, only then, calloused hands skim over his body, kneading sore muscles.  Promising more.  All.  Promising life in this place alone. Until dream becomes the nightmare, or the coughing shakes him into reality.