From a challenge over at muncle back in february 2008

TITLE: Worrying
AUTHOR: Rabidsamfan
PAIRING: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
GENRE: Whatever you want it to be
SUMMARY: Illya is keeping an eye on Napoleon.
CHALLENGE: #60'.
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 100

( Worrying )

TITLE: Wondering
AUTHOR: Rabidsamfan
PAIRING: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
GENRE: Whatever you want it to be
SUMMARY: Napoleon has something on his mind.
CHALLENGE: #60'.
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 100

( Wondering )

1) Pippin sauntered past the three layers of guards feeling smug. He’d finally managed to sneak Aragorn out of the Citadel the night before for a break from Kinging, and they’d gone on a glorious tear with the rest of the Fellowship, seeking out every low dive and unrespectable inn in the city before dragging themselves back up to the top of the horrid stairs and depositing the thoroughly beer-soaked Ranger in his quarters. The rest of them were still abed, even Gimli, who had an exceptionally hard head.

2) Pippin himself had decided after the third pint that not even Gandalf was planning to stay sober and since it had been his idea to go pub crawling he’d felt obligated to refrain and steer the rest of them. His virtue was paying dividends now, and he was rather looking over to gloating at Aragorn the same way he’d gloated at the others.

ETA, you might want to number your paragraph, so if the story splits into different trouserlegs of time we can follow along...

I just took on a challenge -- but since I can use old ficlets as well as new ones, it won't be as bad as all that. Sam had been taken, so I glommed the Fellowship over at fanfic100.

( the table of prompts )

The "Stump the Author" meme -- I gacked it from cara_chapel because it looks like fun.

A-- go to my LOTR fanfiction and pick out a line or two from one of my stories.
B-- I will respond with which story I think it's from.
C-- I'll write a scene (in this case, a ficlet of 100-400 words) for the LOTR characters of your choice with the plot point of your choice to anyone who stumps me.
D-- If I get more than ten responses, I will do the first ten ficlets who stump me.

Obviously, you'd do well to pick something challenging, but unless it's really unique, I'm going to say it should be more than five words.

Have at thee!

The letter was written in the clear round hand of someone who had not written so much as to impress his own personality upon it, and had a small sticky handprint in the corner.

Dear King
Dear Majesty
Dear Mr. Strider,

I hope this finds you well. We are the same, except for what I am writing about. Which you may know already, as Mr. Pippin tells me that you can see through the stone right clearly. In any case they have gone, all the Ringbearers but for me, and I must stay with Rosie and the baby. But I did not carry it far enough to need to go, I guess. I expect they will be all right when they get to the other side of the sea. I hope so.

He told me I must stay to see the Shire healed, and it mostly is thanks to the Lady, but for all the good her gift has done we still have trouble. Food aplenty, and pipeweed which I have sent some to you and should come by Yule, but there are still Big Folk who come in and some cause trouble. There was a dust up at the Brandywine Bridge not half a month gone, and folk got hurt before Mr. Merry settled it. No one was killed, but it’s early days. Can you ask the Rangers to keep an eye on the East and South, and to send messages to Buckland if they need help with the watching? There’s some Shire-lads what think that adventures is what they want, and could do with learning better. But they’ll do what they’re told, and they’re willing.

Elanor is getting bigger, as you can see. Can you see her with that stone? I can try to have a picture made, if you like. Or you could come and see her yourself. I remember you said you’d come North someday and it can’t be soon enough for me.

Yours truly,

Sam Gamgee


( links )

Éomer sat up abruptly. Beside him Éowyn stirred, but didn’t waken. Everyone else in the long hall was sleeping too. The only movement was the slow pacing of the king’s guard. He lay down again and tucked the blanket higher over himself and his little sister, trying not to think about the smell of the loft where they’d slept until now. He was surprised that Éowyn could sleep so easily here. Except that it had been a long ride, and she was only seven. He tucked her hair back. “It’s all right, sister,” he promised. “I’ll take care of you.”


This drabble owes thanks to periantari for nudging me to write it with her own drabbles and Marigold for handing me a challenge starter that I had more than one idea for.


( links )

I managed to get a short piece done for Marigold's challenge. It was meant to be a bit longer, but with real-life in its present state I'm glad it exists at all...

http://www.livejournal.com/users/talechallenge04/10328.html