Seeking Samadhi

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: “Voicing out the words he cannot say”
Series: Lord of the Rings
Character/Pairing: Elrohir/Lindir, Elrohir/Legolas
Rating: G
Notes:  Written for 31_days July 21, 2008.  An unpublished bit for Of Green and Gold.  Legolas' POV.  Takes place while he is masked, after he has returned from Mandos' Halls.

He has given his face, his voice.  He would give more, give all, if it would alter the way of things.  He closes his eyes, but painted against the darkness is Elrohir's hand raised, defending the Bard.  He tries not to hear, but in every song Lindir is voicing the words he cannot say now, or ever.  And Elrohir listens, his gaze turned to another, his smile for another.  Because Legolas walked away – because he did not trust himself.  So he has lost and so he regrets.  Actions not taken.  Words not spoken.  Love turned to another and so, lost.

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: 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.