Alex's Story Book

Title: The Good Wife
Author: alexcat
Type: FCS
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: None
Beta:
Pairing: Gil-galad/Oropher
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex's Story Book
Author’s Note: For 2017 MSV. For Samtyr.
Spoilers: Not really
Summary: Oropher needed to learn what any good wife knows.

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( The Good Wife )

Title: The Snow Elf
Author: Alexcat
Type: Gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Characters: Arwen
Archive: OEAM, Ao3
Author’s Note: For Samtyr. This is part of my December LJ posting.
Spoilers: No
Summary: Sometimes, you have to go home.

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( THE SNOW ELF )

Title: Dol Guldur
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Dol Guldur
Summary: Legolas ponders the evil stronghold.

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DOL GULDUR

Legolas hated that dark stronghold with all his being. He knew that the Necromancer and his dark minions were responsible for the spiders and the growing cancer around his once green and beautiful homeland.

He sometimes rode out from his father’s home and watched as fires burned deep in the towers at Dol Guldur.

Who was there? What evil did they conjure in the dead of night? What force could make spiders who talked? Black squirrels?

His father would not speak of the residents of Dol Guldur, saying only that evil would one day be vanquished.

Legolas surely hoped so.

Title: The Monster Beneath
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Beast with a human face
Summary: Frodo fears Boromir’s lust for the Ring.

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THE MONSTER BENEATH

Frodo saw what no one else did.

When Boromir followed him, he saw a monster beneath the man’s face, saw the lust for the Ring in all its ugliness. He knew in that moment what Bilbo had felt when he saw the Ring in Frodo’s possession. He knew what it did to all who touched it.

He saw the beast as Boromir talked to him, asking him questions as a distraction while his eyes stayed on the Ring. He saw the evil.

He put his hand on the chain and let it slide down to touch the Ring. The Precious.

Title: Mother and Son
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Eöl
Summary: Eöl laments losing Aredhel.

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MOTHER AND SON

She was not willing, not after the enchantment wore off, but by then she was mine. The Noldor bitch screamed and defied me at every turn but she bore the child willingly. Why, I do not know. He was fair and beautiful like her. I hated him as much as I did her. She tried to poison him toward me, but he hated her people as much as I did.

I should have let them go. They caused me nothing but grief. But I could not live without her near. I loved her too, more than I hated the Noldor.

Title: The Worst Spell
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Under a Spell
Summary: The One Ring casts the worst spell of all.

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THE WORST SPELL

Not all the spells in Middle Earth were bad, Gandalf thought, but the spell the One Ring cast on any who touched it was the worst sort of magic, if indeed it was magic at all.

The Ring held great power, a power so great that no being, mortal or immortal could withstand it. It seemed to him that the more powerful the being who held it was to begin with, the easier they were to corrupt and bring to ruin.

The Hobbits were perfect to carry the Ring. He knew that it would eventually corrupt Frodo as it had Gollum, but maybe not before it could be unmade. That was the key to the entire quest. Frodo had to be able to hold out until they could get it to Mordor. He wasn’t sure that the little fellow could do it alone, but none had ever had a more stalwart companion that Samwise Gamgee. Sam was as dependable as the sun and as strong as well.

He knew that the Ring would destroy Frodo. He only hoped that going to the Undying Lands was reward enough for his life. It was, in the end,

Title: The Death of Saruman
Fandom: Fandom
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Grima Wormtongue
Summary: Grima does his last deed.

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THE DEATH OF SARUMAN

Grima stared at the wizard who had commanded him, who had promised him much, who had beaten and tortured him. He calmly slit the old maia’s throat and watched his mortal life drain away from him. It was the least that Saruman deserved. The very least. He hoped there was more punishment in store for him somewhere.

‘Death was a relief,’ Grima thought with his last conscious thought as the arrows pierced his heart and felled him quickly. He looked up and saw the sky, blue and clear before his vision dimmed and all went black. He ceased to be.

Title: Morgoth’s Punishment
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Morgoth
Summary: Morgoth realizes the depth of his punishment.

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MORGOTH’S PUNISHMENT

Through all time, his anger never dimmed. Though he was held formless and sightless in the void, he still raged. Against his creator, against his brothers and sisters, against all creation. One day, Arda would pass and he would be free at last. He would have his revenge! They would all pay for what they had done to him.

Then a thought struck him.

An awful thought. He had been bound here until the end of time itself… All would pass into infinity, would cease to be.

He would be stuck alone with his anger, and never get his revenge.

Title: Shamed
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Orcs
Summary: An very old Orc remembers his origins.

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SHAMED

The Orc was old, as old as the Noldor were. He had been born in the Waters of Cuiviénen. Melkor had taken him away from his kin and tortured the tall, proud elf for years, locking him in a dungeon when he was done so no light could warm his face. His body had changed to something ugly and deformed, making him angry but subservient to the monster who made him.

He was too old for war now, so he commanded the others, the sniveling creatures bred from broken elves, malevolent inside and out. He bade them breed and beat them if they disobeyed, hating them all and most of all, hating his master.

He laughed when his whip curled around the leg of one of the laziest of the newest batch. He jerked hard, making the orc fall, and watched as his brothers tore him apart. They could not abide weakness in others though they were all weak and pitiful.

He taught them to kill elves, for killing his kin was his only joy.

He hated all elves because he remembered what he had been, He wanted to kill them before they could see his shame, his awful shame.

Title: The Marshes
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For LOM’s Horrifying October: Corpse Land
Summary: Legolas has seen the Dead Marshes.

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THE MARSHES

Legolas and Gimli sat by the fire. The elf looked into the fire and spoke as if he were seeing it all happen in front of him.

“They were everywhere – the dead. They lay in the water as if asleep, hands crossed on their chests, weapons laid atop them. But you could smell their decay. The whole marsh smelled of death, sickly sweet and horrible.”

Gimli said nothing, just poured another cup of brandy and handed it to the elf.

“Men, elves, dwarves… all in equal measure. All dead.”

“’Tis over, lad.”

“When I close my eyes, it’s never over.”