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Fëanorians in modern day

[elwinfortuna]

(This is basically all I have so far, it's essentially a teaser/prologue.)

June 2018

It was midsummer, and the snow atop the mountains in Vadvetjåkka National Park was melting steadily, more than it ever had before. Alva Carlsson, Swedish climate change researcher, took off her heavy hiking backpack and crouched down to take some photos of the mountainside. She was in the entrance of a cave, taking advantage of the light coming from behind her to ensure her pictures showed up the remaining snow as best as possible.

Just as she took her final photo, she heard a strange noise from deep within and whirled around, fearing bears, which she knew might be in the park, though it was rare to see them. But the sound was not that of a bear, more like a voice, speaking a fluid and melodic language.

Still with her camera in her hand, she slowly walked into the cave, her hiking boots making very little noise on the hard limestone. She could hear water dripping softly somewhere deep inside, and that was definitely a voice, speaking a language she did not know.

Rounding a corner, she peered down into a side channel of the cave. Light spilled forth from it, sudden and dazzling. She drew back, covering her eyes for a moment, but then took a deep breath, and ventured into the tunnel. The air was very stale, and she realised that she must be deep underground. The voice was getting louder, though she could not see who was speaking.

The tunnel curved ever further into the mountain, widening out as it went. Alva peered around another corner, the voice so close now that she could make out individual sentences even if she could not understand the speech.

For a moment she could not understand what she was seeing, and was blinded by the two bright lights in the speaker's hands. He was tall, with long dark hair, and his ears were pointed. Facing away from her, he spoke in a chanting rhythm over several large caskets, where it seemed, seven men lay asleep. There was an eighth casket, but the lid had been raised and it was empty.

She raised her camera, and just as her finger was descending to press the button and record the scene, the caskets opened, and all the men inside sat up at once. She gasped but could not prevent herself, and the camera flashed, recording their awakening. The speaker turned toward her, light in his grey eyes, and she was seized with fear.

Her boots scattered several small rocks as she turned and fled, still with the camera in her hand. The speaker's voice filled her ears and her mind, but she was too full of panic to listen.

"Lemya! Lemya!" he exclaimed, and the voice rang all through her, the intent clear though the word was unknown. "Wait! Wait!"

Re: Fëanorians in modern day

[alexcat]

I like this... I like elves in the modern world and can't wait to see where you're going. Thanks so much for posting and also for joining our Big Bang this year!

From a Tolkien based story with Original Characters

[alexcat]

“I hate Father!” She told her maid as she entered her mother’s tent. Her mother was her father’s first and favored wife, but even she was a lowly woman. The maid said nothing, having heard the same every day for as long as Yusraa could talk.

“Daughter! What has he done now?”

“He won’t let me race my horse with the others.”

“You are a girl. You know that is the way of our people.”

“I am the best rider in the entire desert! Not one of my brothers can beat me in a race, nor can they shoot as well as I can!”

“We do not go to war with our men!”

“Then WE are fools!”

“Yusraa, you will never change your father. Believe me. I have tried.”

“Then why do you stay with him?”

“Where would I go? This is my home.”

“I do not want to spend my life sitting in a tent being fat and lazy like father’s other wives and daughters. I want to ride, to see faraway places!”

MCU/ some elements of 616 comics canon referred to

[eustacia_vye28]

"You're going to think about this," Natasha said, her voice low and menacing. "You're going to memorize every detail." Her heel dug down again, making him groan and jerk his hips. The movement wasn't away from the pain, however. Oh, no, he thrust his hips up, making the pain sharper. Loki's breath was a sharp pant, eyes dark with the need he couldn't voice. "You're starved for touch," Natasha continued, running the baton along the sharp line of his jaw, lips quirking into a grimace of a smile that had made Hydra agents scurry from her in fear. "If no one will touch you in kindness, then you'll take the touch of pain. You'll take it if it's all you can get, all you think you deserve."

He lunged forward, teeth bared and snapping as if he wanted to bite out her throat. She had reacted instantly, however, leaping back and twisting her wrist so that the baton shoved his jaw sharply away from her.

Overbalanced, Loki crashed forward in an ungainly sprawl at Natasha's feet. He made a soft choking sound, but otherwise didn't say anything.

"You're off your game, Loki," Natasha said, voice cold and cutting, measured to flay his pride at the seams. "This was too easy."

"You assume I have no plans," Loki said, not turning his head or looking up from his sprawled position. It had to be painful, but he bore it stoically. "You assume this wasn't all part of the game, that I didn't mean for this to happen."

She smiled, amused at the bravado. "Sometimes, you put yourself out there for the sake of a longer play. I'll give you that." She was very aware of that tactic, having seen him use it and using it herself. "But this? I can tell. You don't have an endgame. There's no larger plan."

"So sure of yourself, mortal?" he sneered.

"Have you forgotten? I've beaten you at your own game."

Now he twitched, lifting his head slightly and trying to shift to look at her. "I forget nothing," he hissed, rage in his gaze. "Nothing," he repeated, spittle flying from his lips.

"So you came here to lose on purpose?" she asked, a playful note to her voice. Needling him, pushing him, trying to find his breaking point.

Loki snarled something in what had to be Allspeak. Natasha probably should have asked Thor for language lessons, but there hadn't been time for that before. She only arched an eyebrow at him. "I'm sure that was hardly polite," she began, shrugging. "But no matter. You're in chains, your magic is blocked, and you can't change that."