A memory of a story from long ago by AdmirableMonster
Fanwork Notes
Prompt-givers are thanked in the corresponding chapters. Please tread carefully if you are still doing Scavenger Hunt and want to avoid potential solutions!
Every chapter is a perfect drabble.
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Summary:
Eventually they arrived, and Echeleb and Dernodhos ushered Anniavas in. Dernodhos found an old thin pallet somewhere and unrolled it on the floor, made him lie down with Limral—who had immediately perked up and started sniffing the air—and went and found them a heavy piece of cloth to use as a blanket. The frayed and ragged edges and complex, cut-off pattern made it look as if it had once been part of a larger tapestry. It was beautifully woven, but singed dark in places, where fire must have touched it.
“What’s this?” Anniavas asked, sleepy and curious—at least it was something to focus on other than his current fears.
Dernodhos paused, running her fingers along it, with an expression on her face he hadn’t seen before. “A memory,” she said.“Of a story from long ago.” She ruffled his hair gently. “I’ll tell you about it another time.”-- The Mirror Crack'd, Chapter Seven, Without the Hands of a Healer
A series of perfect drabbles about Dernodhos's blanket.
Major Characters: Original Female Character(s)
Major Relationships: Original Character & Original Character, Lórien/Vairë
Genre: Family, Fixed-Length Ficlet, Folktales/Myths/Legends
Challenges: Scavenger Hunt
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Mature Themes, Sexual Content (Mild)
This fanwork belongs to the series
Chapters: 7 Word Count: 713 Posted on Updated on This fanwork is complete.
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Table of Contents
With thanks to Flora-lass for the prompt ("Oft in lies, truth is hidden.")
With thanks to Himring for the prompt: "Your prompt is: someone goes on a long journey or, possibly, a journey that seems long to them, even if others may not consider it so. (Completely metaphorical journeys also count.)"
With thanks to Independence1776 for the prompt:
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(ID: light reflecting in water, creating chaotic patterns)
With thanks to Anérea for the eponymous prompt
With thanks to Starspray for the prompt: "But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, / What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?"
With thanks to Elrond's Library for the prompt: "Of snares eluded, broken traps, / The prison opening, the chain that snaps."
With thanks to janeways for the prompt: "After Years" by Ted Kooser
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomers retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.
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