"Yet sworn word may strengthen quaking heart," said Gimli. "Or break it," said Elrond.
This. Seems to have become the centerpiece of E Tenebris (also rapidly becoming the fic in which Simon doesn't get the short end of the stick, for once, except that he does. A lot.)
Also, now that I'm digging up Aral's early character a bit more, I'm finding it hard to reconcile the man who killed two people for sleeping with his wife, with the Aral we see at Komarr. Or Shards. Or, I'm stupidly tired (on my third cup of coffee, on a weekend), and missing something entirely.
E Tenebris is also starting to demand its own soundtrack. And Simon is full of angst.
I managed to scrape together two braincells this afternoon, so managed to get 2k words written.
Shoulder's really hurting quite sharply tonight. And I really need a drink, and it's only Sunday night. Well, technically 30 minutes into Monday. (And I'm going to kill someone over this draft agreement; considering the amount of misery it's been causing me, that person might just be myself).
This. Seems to have become the centerpiece of E Tenebris (also rapidly becoming the fic in which Simon doesn't get the short end of the stick, for once, except that he does. A lot.)
Also, now that I'm digging up Aral's early character a bit more, I'm finding it hard to reconcile the man who killed two people for sleeping with his wife, with the Aral we see at Komarr. Or Shards. Or, I'm stupidly tired (on my third cup of coffee, on a weekend), and missing something entirely.
E Tenebris is also starting to demand its own soundtrack. And Simon is full of angst.
I managed to scrape together two braincells this afternoon, so managed to get 2k words written.
Shoulder's really hurting quite sharply tonight. And I really need a drink, and it's only Sunday night. Well, technically 30 minutes into Monday. (And I'm going to kill someone over this draft agreement; considering the amount of misery it's been causing me, that person might just be myself).