Two-and-a-Half-Guys

Gil-galad's Adventures in Rivendell Prompt: “Should I be afraid right now?” Setting (time/place): Imladris (Rivendell); S.A. 3428          “Where did he go?”          Erestor scanned the courtyard where the High King had just been and felt a facepalm coming on. He knew that the rest of the troops from Lindon had been shown to a clearing just outside the valley where they could set up camp, but Gil-galad was most certainly not supposed to follow them...but of course, whether or not he knew that was a matter even Manwë couldn’t possibly foresee.          “He was just here,” the advisor sighed

Things Forgotten Prompt: The random thoughts of Mike and Ping Setting (time/place): The Halls of Mandos; Around and slightly before Episode 7          “I thought you fixed it.”          Irmo shifted uncomfortably beneath his brother’s intense gaze. It wasn’t shame he felt so much as it was frustration and more than a bit of helplessness. He was still in Mandos, after all, and at the moment his brother far overpowered him. Before he could open his mouth to defend himself he was hoisted up by his collar.          “Irmo. I. Thought. You. Fixed. Him.” The Doomsman’s lips curled in a snarl as he pulle

Catfights and Killjoys Prompt: Dangerous boredom Setting (time/place): Imladris (Rivendell); S.A. 3428          The Fëanorions woke the next morning to the glorious smell of hot food. How anyone had entered their room in the middle of the night without waking any of them was a mystery, but breakfast was already laid out for them on the center table. A large basket of warm rolls dominated the table along with trays of strawberries and melon slices, bowls of fresh cream, and—much to Celegorm’s delight—a platter heaped with sausages and rashers of pork.          “I love it here,” Maglor mumbled through a mou

Cat and Mouse Prompt: I know when you’re lying to me Setting (time/place): Imladris (Rivendell); S.A. 3428            Maedhros spent several seconds grasping for words. What could he say in such a situation? He now knew what had become of at least one of his fosterlings from his previous life. Lord of Imladris, that was quite a title…            "This is Amlug, son of Aew," Erestor said, poking his head around Maedhros's body. Apparently no one else had noticed the silence that had fallen over the group, as several Fëanorions blinked in surprise. "And these are his brothers."            Elrond struggled to keep a straight

The Second War of Wrath Prompt: The random thoughts of Mike and Ping Setting (time/place): The Halls of Mandos; between Chapters 1 and 2          It was not a common occurrence for Irmo to be angry, and those who were unlucky enough to find him in such a state most usually did not stay around him long enough to witness his wrath. But today, the Master of Dreams and Desires was adamant that the subject of his anger would not escape today. Oh no, neither Maia nor houseless fëa would keep him from giving Námo a solid piece of his mind.          Even the silencing stones of the Halls were unable to muffle his anger, his footsteps ec

The Road East Prompt: Sudden Fatigue Setting (time/place): Mithlond (The Grey Havens); S.A. 3428          “Imladris? Where on Eru’s green earth is that?”          “I think it’s somewhere near Khazad-dûm, Moryo,” Celegorm said, looking at the map spread out on the table in front of them. “You remember, don’t you? It was that city in the south that all the dwarves of the Blue Mountains always talked about…” The seven Fëanorions were bustling about in the armory. Maedhros stood by Celegorm, examining the map, while the others tried to find suitable weapons and armor for the

A Gift From the Valar Prompt: “You were meant to be watching him!” Setting (time/place): Mithlond (The Grey Havens); S.A. 3428          “Ah—ahem...well, you see, my lord…” the flustered elleth attempted. She gestured helplessly. “The one on the floor has...taken ill.” She knew how ridiculous she sounded—elves were immortal beings, immune to disease and the ravages of time. And yet this one had somehow managed to get sick.          “How so?” Gil-galad prompted, crossing the room to kneel next to Maglor, who had resorted to punching his brother’s arm in an attempt to wak