I don't understand why I keep posting except that I do.

[evocates]

I haven't written any fic for quite some time. The most recent as for sons_of_gondor, and that's all I'm going to say about that. ANYWAY.

GIVE ME PROMPTS and I will write you something. In the post. In the comments. I don't even know how many words it would be, but just give me prompts because I need to write something non-academic before I go completely mad. The prompts can be anything, as long as it has Sean or Viggo (or their characters) in it. You can even ask for VigOrli, though I don't know why you would want to.

Also, seriously, I want prompts from you guys. 8D Links to comms are appreciated, but they never really work for me.

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Now my heart aches :( Although I actually prefer the Tolkien verse (with dead Boromir) it's always so very painful to face. There are so many beautiful pictures in this little piece, Aragorn tracing the white thread with his fingers, the silver trumpets that never are going to announce Boromir's return to the city again, his eyes following the bud falling down all seven levels of Minas Tirith, the hands of the experienced healer rendered completely useless in the blink of an eye. Lovely, all of it!

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Boromir always lives in my mind. Whether it is that he survived Amon Hen, or that he survived in Aragorn's mind. He's always there, you know? (I was so pissed at Tolkien for the lack of mentions for Boromir in the rest of TTT and RotK, man, you have no idea. Okay, maybe you do, because I ranted about it. =P)

Thank you for commenting, lovely! ♥