“I love you.” “Don’t.” It was the same every night. The same dream. Over and over again Jack would dream of Ianto’s last moments, just before the 456 claimed his life. Ianto would tell him he loved him and all Jack would ever say was that one stupid word, “Don’t.” Jack couldn’t decide what was… View Post
If someone was to stand in the clearing in the middle of the forest, they could be forgiven for believing they were the only person in existence. The peaceful silence that spread throughout the area was so very different to the constant hubbub present in any house or palace halls. If someone turned to their… View Post
After spending a pleasant afternoon with Gimli at the reserve, Legolas felt reluctant to return home. He and Gimli had watched the training sessions and, as expected, no one wanted them in their team. The human teams flat-out refused to consider either of them. The elven teams were keen to have Legolas, knowing his skills… View Post
Driving home from the club, Bard thought about the relationship between himself and “his” two elves. He remembered when things had been better between them, back when he first met Thranduil… Bard had been asked to attend a White Council meeting that had been called to discuss the future of Lake-town. The Master of Lake-town… View Post
The White City Cultural Education Club was one of many new outdoor facilities set up across Middle Earth to address the disenchantment felt by non-human students. All schools surviving the White Council’s reforms were realigned to the human system of education: a curriculum built around economics, politics and the sciences. Physical education, while still included,… View Post
From the balcony, Thranduil glared at their new neighbour so intensely and for so long that Legolas grew uneasy. Even Tilda and Sigrid appeared concerned. Legolas had just stretched out a hand towards his father when Elrond spoke. “Legolas? Is that you? You have grown so much!” Legolas looked around in confusion. As far as… View Post
Seven Years Earlier Legolas sat on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs, trying not to let his tears fall. He was ten years old now and knew he was too big for crying. But as he listened to his parents yelling, even muffled by his closed bedroom door,… View Post
“And just where do you think you have been!” Legolas jumped at the strident voice and suppressed a sigh. He knew he would be in trouble when he got home, but still, he hadn’t expected Thranduil to start on him before he’d even closed the front door. Steeling himself, he turned to face his father.… View Post
Taking a deep breath, Legolas turned towards the throne and bowed respectfully to his father and Lord Celeborn. Then he turned back towards Haldir. Legolas opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. He wanted to say something important and grand, something that would impress Haldir and make him want to… View Post
The mighty and courageous Prince Legolas would never be defeated! He was strong enough and brave enough to defeat the hideous monster attacking his beloved kingdom all by himself. He would be honoured as Mirkwood’s dashing hero! He would… View Post
There’s a popular fairy tale that has been handed down from generation to generation, from parent to child, for many years. It has changed form slightly over the centuries, as all stories do. View Post
If Ianto Jones had ever wondered what it would be like being sucked up by the Rift, he definitely wouldn’t have imagined anything like this. One minute he was walking across the Plass, after having collected everyone’s lunches, and the next a flash of lights and a loud whooshing sound saw him hurtling through places… View Post
Ianto straightened his tie. Tonight, one way or another, this would end. He had decided to tell Jack about Lisa. Tanizaki was due, but if Jack could – would – help, Tanizaki could be sent away. Ianto and Jack had grown closer lately, and with Jack’s knowledge about everything, there was no way they could… View Post
– “Jack” – Was someone calling his name? Jack lay on the ground, somewhere between the dark peaceful nothingness of death, and the blinding light and pain of being jerked back into life. He couldn’t tell if the voice he heard was real or imagined, if it belonged to a stranger or a friend. View Post
Thranduil strode through the vast hallways, his gown billowing out behind him, full of relief that his endless council meetings were over for another day. Servants moved out of his way as he drew closer, allowing him to pass unhindered. Thranduil did not even spare them a glance; there was something much more important on… View Post