Part 3, and a Star Wars Ghost Story
Also, I'm sick. For Halloween. Bleargh.
This fic is rated: PG-13ish
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Boromir, Arwen
Summary: Boromir's not feeling too well right now.
Warnings: Weensie bit of implied het.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
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Disclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Restless with pain, Boromir tugged at the blankets, then grimaced when the movement caused an eye-watering shock of pain.
Arwen adjusted the blanket for him.
"I don't need a nursemaid!"
"I could have one of the others sit with you."
"No," he said, with more haste than he'd intended. But Arwen had at least some human in her; the elves of Lorien sent shudders through him.
"Would you like me to sing for you?"
He agreed, mostly so she wouldn't look like a mourner at a funeral. But to his surprise, he slept well for the first time in months.
This fic is rated: G is for Gen.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Summary: the Dark Lord has a visitor
Prompt: Ghosts
Warnings: implied offscreen violence?
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Darth Vader didn't think of himself as a haunted man. To do so would be to imply regrets, and to admit regrets would open the door to the possibility that he had been wrong.
If he dreamed of Padme, or Master Windu, or even the Younglings, he did not remember when he awoke.
So when he slew the old man who had once been Obi-Wan Kenobi, he expected nothing to change. After all, he'd felt nothing but disappointment. But that was before the translucent image of his old mentor shimmered into view, a look of profound disappointment on his face.
This fic is rated: PG-13ish
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Boromir, Arwen
Summary: Boromir's not feeling too well right now.
Warnings: Weensie bit of implied het.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Restless with pain, Boromir tugged at the blankets, then grimaced when the movement caused an eye-watering shock of pain.
Arwen adjusted the blanket for him.
"I don't need a nursemaid!"
"I could have one of the others sit with you."
"No," he said, with more haste than he'd intended. But Arwen had at least some human in her; the elves of Lorien sent shudders through him.
"Would you like me to sing for you?"
He agreed, mostly so she wouldn't look like a mourner at a funeral. But to his surprise, he slept well for the first time in months.
This fic is rated: G is for Gen.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Summary: the Dark Lord has a visitor
Prompt: Ghosts
Warnings: implied offscreen violence?
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Darth Vader didn't think of himself as a haunted man. To do so would be to imply regrets, and to admit regrets would open the door to the possibility that he had been wrong.
If he dreamed of Padme, or Master Windu, or even the Younglings, he did not remember when he awoke.
So when he slew the old man who had once been Obi-Wan Kenobi, he expected nothing to change. After all, he'd felt nothing but disappointment. But that was before the translucent image of his old mentor shimmered into view, a look of profound disappointment on his face.