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rubynye.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2006-04-13 01:50 pm
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Turning Air to Gold by Dana ( R )
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Estella Bolger/OFC/OFC
Author on LJ:
the_danamark
Author Website: http://danachan.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read:
Did you know that there's a hobbit femslash fandom? It's small and delicate as a blossom, and headquartered on the LJ community
bodice_laces. A large part of the fun of the fandom is in investigating and expanding Shire life beyondb the tantalizing glimpses we see in the books. This story is a gorgeous example of the genre, and also a beautiful, individual story of its own, full of Dana's trademark atmospheric prose and warm hobbitty goodness. All that and fanart by
hyel, too!
"I'm not that – " Rosemary hiccups, then laughs. "Am I all that bad?"
"You're terrible," Alyssum replies, with an earnest, truthful face, her eyes dim and her honey-light curls all in a muss. Then, with a giggle, she adds: "Yes, well, though I'm no worse."
"You're both awful," Estella says, with an attempted, dignified sniff. "Why, I – " She laughs again, when Alyssum pinches her side, as Alyssum manages to balance the empty mug upon the sofa's arm – at least for one breath. It tips over, and Alyssum watches as it tumbles to the ground, a dull thunk, her expression drawn and glum.
"Well, at least it was empty already," Rosemary adds, if only to be helpful. "Think of the waste that would have been."
Turning Air to Gold
Pairing: Estella Bolger/OFC/OFC
Author on LJ:
Author Website: http://danachan.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read:
Did you know that there's a hobbit femslash fandom? It's small and delicate as a blossom, and headquartered on the LJ community
"I'm not that – " Rosemary hiccups, then laughs. "Am I all that bad?"
"You're terrible," Alyssum replies, with an earnest, truthful face, her eyes dim and her honey-light curls all in a muss. Then, with a giggle, she adds: "Yes, well, though I'm no worse."
"You're both awful," Estella says, with an attempted, dignified sniff. "Why, I – " She laughs again, when Alyssum pinches her side, as Alyssum manages to balance the empty mug upon the sofa's arm – at least for one breath. It tips over, and Alyssum watches as it tumbles to the ground, a dull thunk, her expression drawn and glum.
"Well, at least it was empty already," Rosemary adds, if only to be helpful. "Think of the waste that would have been."
Turning Air to Gold
