@spring-into-arda (301 words; a continuation of my earlier AU where Finarfin arrives in Beleriand to find nothing but ruins)
There was someone outside the camp.
Finarfin should mention this to someone, probably, but he couldn’t prove it; there was no movement in the endless fields of high, stinging grass, no rustle in the dead limbs of the trees. No noise. No perceptible hint.
But there was an itch at the back of his mind that insisted someone was here.
Madness, probably. A manifestation of desperate hope after weeks of marching through Beleriand and finding nothing, nothing, nothing. Failing that, surely it was the Enemy, at last showing himself.
Surely.
But the itch at the back of his mind felt . . . not like the hunts he had never particularly enjoyed, but that he had gone on for his children’s sakes. It felt like the games they had played when they were small, and he would walk into his office and know they were there even before he had spotted a tiny foot peeking out from behind his desk.
The madness of hope.
Even if Artanis was still alive, was still free, surely she would approach the hosts her father was leading openly, not creep around the edges of his camp like a thief.
He shot one last look at the dead emptiness of the woods before nodding to the guards and letting himself back into the command tent.
The flap fell behind him. The itch intensified.
He turned.
A gaunt figure was sitting at his desk. There was barely an ounce of flesh left on the figure waiting, in dead stillness, in the chair; just bruised and bloodied skin stretched across knife sharp bone.
The only hint of life was in the eyes: dark and haunted with more horror than Arafinwe could even now imagine, but still burning with a hint of dread fire.
“Hello, uncle,” rasped Makalaure. “I’ve come to bargain.”
Steve actually dies dies when the plane crashes and his spirit remains. Hes attached to Peggy and as far as he can see, its more of an attachment of love then unfinished business.
Peggy cant see him or hear him. The closest he gets is in her dreams. Its not perfect and not every night. He's still unsure of how he can communicate to her but theres some peace of reliving memories in her mind.
She talks to him but still cant see him as time goes on.
Peggy does often feel watched. Sees a flash of famiar baby blues but just chalks it up to the various lack of sleep to grief. She feels comforted during storms where thunder rattles her bones, like a famiar weight is around her shoulders once more. And her dreams...reliving the dances they shared in private in her rented apartment, or conversations where they whispered sweet nothings.
During tense moments of anger or fighting, she gets overwhelming senses to say things she doesnt know to exist but fully believes somehow (and it turns out to be true), or last minute tactic changes she isnt aware was an option (just like how Steve saw outside the box).
Its like Steve is there, still changing and saving her life. She never voices this but shares the private thought.
One day (maybe during S1 of AC or pre-AC by a few weeks), she's hurt to the point she almost dies and is thankfully saved by others quick thinking and Steve clinging to her hand, begging her to hang on.
He has a thought, a selfish one that if she does die, she would get to be with him but Peggy doesnt deserve to die. Not like this. She doesn't deserve to perish like this. No one does.
She has so much work to do. To change the world. Hed give his life a thousand times over for her to survive.
When Peggy's eyes flutter open, she takes in the early morning light, the curtains fluttering in the wind. The sweet smell of grass and a cool wind blowing on her, tickling her hair.
"Thank God you're alive," she hears a voice that she never thought she'd get to hear again. She thinks it must be a hallucination but she doesnt care. Steve is beside her, still wearing his old and tattered uniform he's died in, but there, holding her hand and its ice cold and he smells of cold and the sea but hes here.
It turns out, after she was hurt, so close to death, Peggy can now see Steve.
I 100% adore the Lord of the Rings movies, but the fact is that the Arwen-Is-Dying-Because-Ring-Magic plotline makes zero sense by the lore (if I’m wrong please correct me I’d love to learn). Don’t get me wrong, it works great for the movie, brilliant, in fact, but it doesn’t really make much sense in book logic. Why would Arwen’s fate be tied to the Ring? If she’s mortal now she can’t Fade, and if she’s still Elvish there’s no reason why it should affect her more than anyone else.
BUT, I was watching the extended scene where Aragorn looks into the Palantir and Sauron speaks to him in Black Speech and shows him pictures of a dead Arwen and smashes the Evenstar (Which is a whole other The-Books-Call-Bullshit shebang), and I came up with my own in-universe explanation.
Sauron: *Chilling in Mordor*
An Orc of some kind: My Lord Mairon (Because THAT is what they would call him), the spies have come back from Rivendell.
Sauron: Show me.
Magic Evil Spy: *Shows Sauron the image of a mortal man of the race of Numenor making out with an Elf lady who looks suspiciously familiar…*
Sauron: OH HELL NO!
Evil Spy: Indeed, Master. The Heir of Isildur lives.
Sauron: Get rid of her, now.
Evil Spy: Right away, Mast- her?
Sauron: Yes! Yes yes yes, I don’t care what it takes, get her out of here.
Evil Spy: My Lord, but surely, Isildur’s heir-?
Sauron: Do not harm that man, you hear me? Do not lay a finger on him until she is taken care of.
Evil Spy:
Evil Spy: Are you sure-?
Sauron: Was there a dog?
Spy: A dog, Master?
Sauron: Yes, yes, a dog, a big one.
Spy: Not that I could see, no.
Sauron: Oh well thank Eru for that, at least.
Spy: Are you feeling ill, Master?
Sauron: No, and I’d like to keep it that way. Arwen annihilation is priority number one, ok? And don’t you lay a finger on her man until I say so, got it?
Spy: Alright then…
Sauron, still looking at the image: HE’S GOT THE RING OF FELAGUND!!!
Spy:
Sauron: KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER RIGHT NOW!
Reading The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe with my son on Easter Tuesday and he was so shocked and confused and bereft when Aslan died. Then we had to stop for a very gloomy lunch before we could read the next chapter, and it hit me that he was getting a better understanding than anything we could have taught him about what the disciples went through on Easter Saturday. I mean, we had just been talking about it three days earlier, but of course when you know there's a happy ending coming, you don't really feel it. And Aslan was finally here, after all this hope and expectation, and he was meant to make everything all right again 😭 He'd even already made the connection to Jesus when the witch's gang were kicking and hitting and jeering at Aslan, but he never in his wildest dreams thought he would become alive again! The joy and wonder and absolute glee he felt in the next chapter — he figured it out just before it happened because he cottoned onto the homage — preached the whole thing more eloquently than I could ever have hoped. And oof, if I didn't feel it all with him, too, as if for the first time ❤️ Well played, Mr Lewis, well played.
Also yesterday I caught him saying "I say!" so a positive experience all round 😃
Not to be controversial or anything but the #1 thing I ask for of the Greta Gerwig reboot is for the fandom of mostly now adults who grew up with the books and the movies to be kind to the children who get cast. I'm a Star Wars and a PJO fan and I've basically hit my limit with people being absolutely horrible towards literal children who have no real say in the casting process other than to audition based on whatever the character breakdowns are (which again, is an element of this process that they have no control over) and work with the material that is given to them. Children in the industry are already SO vulnerable to a number of different things that they do not need Internet vitriol to be added to the pile - I cannot imagine being 12 years old and knowing that bunch of adults apparently hate me and think I'm somehow personally responsible for ruining something they love from their childhood. Spreading and encouraging this attitude - ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE AN ADULT - is not only unfair to these kids, it's flat-out wrong. Idc if the adaptation is good or bad, I will not stand for it, nor should anybody else. I am VERY worried about this cycle repeating itself again when the casting gets announced, so if nobody else is going to put out this warning then I'm taking it upon myself to do so. If you are a mature individual, then please act like it and please encourage those around you to do the same. These kids are probably going to be very excited to get cast and they do not deserve for anyone to take that joy away from them. Remember, most of us came to this series as kids, and it belongs to this new generation of kids just as much as it belongs to us adults who grew up with it. This includes the kids who get cast. Again, IT DOES NOT MATTER IF THE REBOOT IS GOOD OR BAD. THESE KIDS DESERVE TO BE TREATED WITH KINDNESS AND RESPECT REGARDLESS. Please let us behave in a manner that Aslan would be proud of rather than disappointed in
Happy Birthday Chloe Bennet! 🎂🎉
I think I love “O Come O Come Emmanuel” because it’s precisely the right amount of yearning and hope. I tend to view it in one of two ways:
-Someone crying out to God for deliverance in the verses, and God reassuring them that their Deliverer is coming in the chorus
-Someone alternating between yearning to see salvation and God’s glory, and rejoicing that they even have this hope that these things will come.
Christian FangirlMostly LotR, MCU, Narnia, and Queen's Thief
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