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crack_van2005-11-15 01:04 pm
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Entry tags:
Lord of the Rings/Firefly (PG)
Title: Healing by Hope
Pairing: N/A
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angstslashhope
Author Website: Cerin Amroth orhopeful_fiction
Why this must be read: No reason is given for Mal's grim entanglement in the War of the Ring or for the Tams' presence in the Houses of Healing and none is really needed in this dreamy and evocative piece that finds the parallels and contrasts between these two groups of reluctant heroes.
Simon’s very busy, and a woman who tells River her name is Ioreth takes it upon herself to keep River underfoot, like a chick needing to be sheltered under her feathered skirts. She tells River about the man with the stars and the sad, hopeful eyes; she calls him King though River knows that’s not his only name, and his stars are many, like his symbols, which are heavy over his shoulders but like a mantle too, keeping him warm and clearing a path behind him for those to follow. She tells Ioreth and the woman looks at her strangely, then bids her to help heat the vats of water over the fires, and shows her a flower she calls kingsfoil. The scent of it is sweet in River’s nose, cool and gentle in her head, quieting the noises and relaxing her limbs, if only for a moment.
Healing
Pairing: N/A
Author on LJ:
angstslashhopeAuthor Website: Cerin Amroth or
hopeful_fictionWhy this must be read: No reason is given for Mal's grim entanglement in the War of the Ring or for the Tams' presence in the Houses of Healing and none is really needed in this dreamy and evocative piece that finds the parallels and contrasts between these two groups of reluctant heroes.
Simon’s very busy, and a woman who tells River her name is Ioreth takes it upon herself to keep River underfoot, like a chick needing to be sheltered under her feathered skirts. She tells River about the man with the stars and the sad, hopeful eyes; she calls him King though River knows that’s not his only name, and his stars are many, like his symbols, which are heavy over his shoulders but like a mantle too, keeping him warm and clearing a path behind him for those to follow. She tells Ioreth and the woman looks at her strangely, then bids her to help heat the vats of water over the fires, and shows her a flower she calls kingsfoil. The scent of it is sweet in River’s nose, cool and gentle in her head, quieting the noises and relaxing her limbs, if only for a moment.
Healing