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  An unpublished bit for Of Green and Gold.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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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.