tanaquiljall

Please see my index post over at my dreamwidth fic journal for an index of stories by fandom, or use the tags here. (The index post is now too large to crosspost from Dreamwidth.)

I have written stories in the following fandoms: Few Options, The Kill Point, Supernatural, Stargate: Atlantis, Sons of Anarchy, Eagle of the Ninth and other works by Rosemary Sutcliff, Haven, Firefly, Tolkien, Dark Angel, Miracles, The Magic of Ordinary Days, Jericho and Watership Down.

I generally add tags only for characters who play a significant role in a story, and not for characters who only make a cameo appearance and don't contribute significantly to advancing the plot. Where there are a large number of charcters who each have small but fairly critical roles in advancing the plot, I use the ensemble cast/secondary characters tag.

While everything I post is "read at own risk", I do aim to warn for the major categories of physical violence, sexual violence and major character death, and indicate that no warnings are necessary if none of these apply. (This is broadly in line with AO3's system of warnings; I'd also warn for underage, but I don't think I've ever written any.) Sometimes I forget to include warnings, so please let me know if you think a warning should be included. Ratings are based on typical British values for what is appropriate for each age; this means I'm more likely to rate high for violence than for sexual content or language.

Title: A Flowering of Talent
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: General
Warnings: none
Words: 730 words
Summary: Elanor is feeling a little out of her depth when she and her parents pay a visit to Gondor. Something from home proves a comfort—and a bridge to this new world.
Author's Note: According to Appendix B of The Lord of the Rings, Sam, Rosie and Elanor visited Gondor in SR 1442, when Elanor was around 21. This was written as a Christmas present for elena_tiriel. Thanks to scribblesinink for the beta.

( Elanor took a look round to make sure she wasn't being watched, before settling herself in a window seat, mostly hidden behind the shutter. )

These were written for adlanth, who was a winning bidder on my offer of a series of five drabbles as part of help_pakistan. Thank you, adlanth, for your generous donation!

adlanth gave me the prompt I'd like the drabbles to be related and from The Silmarillion and/or LotR. Elrond (though not movie!Elrond) and Gil-galad, Maedhros and Maglor are favourites of mine. I like slash a great deal but canon het and gen are fine too.

Elrond and Gil-galad spoke to me, and I think these can be read as slash or gen, depending on the reader's preference.

Warnings: character death, violent imagery

( The memory of many things both glad and sorrowful )

Title: Follow Thy Fair Sun, Unhappy Shadow
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Words: 2,385
Summary: News of the fall of Doriath has made its way over the mountains. An exile in the East is drawn back to the last refuge of his kin. Written for the Probably AU Genfic Swap for Oshun and Ellie.
Author's Note: The story is set around ten to fifteen years after the Second Kinslaying and the destruction of Doriath.. I have used the the Doriathrin spelling of Daeron’s name—Dairon—as it felt consistent with the pride in his former position as Thingol’s court minstrel that I’ve given my protagonist, as well as with the intense dislike of the Exiles I have attributed to him, This version of his name is found in the Grey Annals in The War of the Jewels (The History of Middle-earth vol 11) and in the Etymologies in The Lost Road and Other Writings (The History of Middle-earth vol 5), where the name is translated as relating to “shadow of trees”. The title is taken from the first line of a poem by Thomas Campion. Thanks to Elena Tirel and Scribblesinink (AmandaK) for the beta.

( Dairon walked along the duckboards laid along the edge of the sands. )

Title: A Dangerous Guide
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Words: 1295
Prompt: Written for femgenficathon #67 Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.—Simone Weil (1909-1943), French philosopher, mystic and social activist.
Summary: In returning to Middle-earth, Galadriel sought a realm to rule at her own will. In a land at war, she finds lords are measured by their skill with weapons. Yet there are more paths to power than simply the sword.
Author's Note: Thanks to elena_tiriel and scribblesinink for the beta.

( Galadriel paced the grove.... )

Title: The Devil Is In The Detail
Fandom: Tolkien and Harry Potter crossover
Rating: General
Warnings: crack!fic
Words: 570
Summary: Two Dark Lords compare notes. Written for the cliche_bingo prompt "Crossover: Books and Literary" at elena_tiriel's suggestion.
Author's Note: Thanks to elena_tiriel and scribblesinink for the beta.

( 'Six?' Annatar's eyebrows rose. 'That is... impressive.' )

So, mooncross recently corrupted me into watching Supernatural (see lovely new LJ icon courtesy of the talented ileliberte) because she wanted to fling plotbunnies at me have someone to discuss the show with. But I often get confused because there's a Sam in all three fandoms I'm messing in - Tolkien (Sam Gamgee), Stargate (Sam Carter) and Supernatural (Sam Winchester).

(Not to mention that mooncross is owned by Sam-the-cat. We once had a conversation where mooncross referred to the cat and I was trying to work out what fandom she was talking about.... *facepalm*)

Anyway, all that is a long winded way to introduce a drabble written in response to mooncross's challenge to write a Sam-Sam-Sam crossover.

Crossing Over

"Look, not that we don't appreciate the help, but we can handle it from here."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but whatever freaky aliens you've met, we've more experience of the kind of hellspawn you find here on ear–"

Sam Winchester fell silent as Colonel Carter raised her hand, then gestured for him to circle round.

A rustle in the grass. Sam pounced, scuffled, and finally hauled the small creature upright by its collar. "What the–?" He exchanged puzzled glances with Carter.

"See here!" The dwarf – no, Hobbit: the word arrived unexpectedly in Sam's head – bristled angrily. "Can't a tired traveller rest?"