Quilster's · Quillings

Originally written for part of a sophomore English project. I picked it up again for revising and expanding. Perhaps I shall actually finish that intention.

Rating: G

An excerpt from the fifth volume of the Red Book which contains commentaries, genealogies, and various other pieces of information concerning the hobbit members of the Fellowship.  This story was recorded by Meriadoc the Magnificent, as was told him by his cousin Emily Took, who was a Goodbody, with a few added details by Mayor Gamgee.

( THE TALE OF FRODO AND JAYNI, Part I )

Rating: NC-17
One-Shot
Inspired by reallycorking's piece of art found here.

( The Storm )

I was reminded of the existence of this fic when I got reviews for it recently. It's posted on ff.net and on lotrfanfiction.net. The latter is where I received the recent reviews. There were like five of them in the last month. It's really quite odd, since I haven't been active on that site, not even checking up on stories, in over a year.

However, as I draw so close to the end of "The Mystery of the Lightning Bond" (the first story I ever started), I feel compelled to return to this story and clean and polish it up and finish it.

Seeing as I started this story back in senior year, it was long before Imogen Heap wrote that beautiful song. I can't believe I'm posting this without revising it first, but here goes...

( Chapter 1 )

Pride & Prejudice Drabble for irishphoenix711

He stepped out of the carriage, the rain hitting his face, and offered her his hand, as he always did. She took his hand, jumped out of the carriage. Then, gripping his hand more firmly, she led him, running, not to the house but towards the gardens. Her hand slipped out of his grasp after a mere second.

"Lizzy?"

She turned around, continuing backwards away from him. "Aren't you coming, Will?" she asked, a mischievous smile creeping across her face.

She whipped back around, and he followed after her with a laugh. A far-off flash of lightning lit up the gloomy sky and a roll of thunder shook the air around them. The pouring rain did not deter his wife from running across the lawn, skirts hiked up to her knees, laughing as she entered the trees. He followed close behind her until she stopped at the edge of a small overlook, the trees ending, and the landscape dropping before spreading out below.

Darcy stood behind her, placing his hands on her hips. She pulled his arms around her waist, resting her own arms with his. She settled into his chest, and he kissed the top of her head.

"The storm will break soon," she said, not a whisper, but only just loud enough for him to hear.

And so they stood until the warm summer rain stopped. The sun began to sidle through the clouds, and there was a gleam of a rainbow. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked.

"Yes, it is," he answered. He turned her around to face him, cupping her head in his strong hands. "So are you, my dear, sweet Elizabeth."

"I love you, William." She smiled that lovely smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes, beaming at him, the evident love there more powerful than the rays of sunshine now dancing across her cheeks.

"And I love you, Mrs. Darcy," he whispered as he tilted his face down to hers, a few droplets of the rain falling from his hair onto her forehead.

She pushed up on her toes just a bit, just enough to capture his lips, and he pulled her tightly against him, reveling in the moment that was deliciously theirs for the taking.