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Her Bonnet So Blue by Lou (PG)
I have now come to the end of my recs this month. I would just like to note that some of the best fics for Pride and Prejudice are not online. Since Austen's works are no longer copyrighted, authors may use her characters in their own stories for profit. Pamela Aidan's Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman series is particularly well done. There are many others floating around out there that are well worth a look.
Now, back to the regularly scheduled recs:
Fandom: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
Pairing: Elizabeth Darcy née Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy
Length: 25,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: The Republic of Pemberley
Why this must be read:
This is another story that takes place after Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth's marriage. In this case, Darcy is thinking about reconciling with his aunt, Lady Catherine. He invites an old friend of his to come stay at Pemberley, knowing that this friend and his wife associate with his aunt socially. Complications ensue.
I like and enjoy this story even though I have a small problem with Elizabeth's characterization in it. Elizabeth is known for her liveliness and for her refusal to be cowed by any who think themselves superior. However, in this story, Elizabeth is a bit more timid. True, she is in a situation that is new and different to her. Love makes people do strange things and react oddly at times, after all.
Aside from that quibble, this is an excellent story. Indeed, I would recommend all of Lou's stories at the Republic of Pemberley. (The P&P fic archive for that site can be found here.) This story just goes to show that a good marriage does not just happen. It takes work; joyful work, true, but work nonetheless. Highly recommended.
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Fitzwilliam Darcy stepped beyond the front doors of Pemberley house, onto the terrace overlooking the fine grounds. He had been keeping a vigil out of the windows from various rooms he had occupied within, and in his impatience he determined that the view afforded him would be much better from the outside. It had been a pleasant day for late summer, but the wind had arisen rather forcefully that afternoon and the clouds above darkened.
Darcy was concerned, for his wife Elizabeth was bent on walking out on the grounds most days at that time. There were many times when her husband was inclined to go with her, but there were occasions when a little solitude was of great comfort to a young wife. Elizabeth had felt very restless this day, and Darcy had been occupied with this matter and that matter, and had secured himself away to attend to what seemed to Elizabeth as a never-ending stream of estate dealings and courteous folly which were the duties of a man in Darcy's position.
Now it was her husband's turn to feel the uneasiness of being without the good company of a beloved spouse. He shielded the wind from his eyes with the crook of his arm and diligently searched the horizon for his wife's delicate figure.
"Elizabeth," he sighed. "Where is it that you go off to?"
Darcy strode resolutely down the stone steps, out onto the drive and then to the park below. He had a notion as to which direction Elizabeth might have gone and he briskly followed a path littered with the fresh fall of leaves and twigs, blown astray by the gusty wind.
"Elizabeth!" he called out, as the wind picked up speed, and dust swirled about his body in the manner of a small gale. He halted his progression to sneeze forcefully. "Blast!" he grumbled, then rubbed at his nose and sniffled.
"I say--Elizabeth!"
"Over here dearest!" Elizabeth's voice was heard to cry out.
Her Bonnet So Blue
Update January 2012: Unfortunately, the story seems to have disappeared from the web. If you put the link in the Wayback Machine, you should be able to find it.
Now, back to the regularly scheduled recs:
Fandom: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
Pairing: Elizabeth Darcy née Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy
Length: 25,000 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: The Republic of Pemberley
Why this must be read:
This is another story that takes place after Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth's marriage. In this case, Darcy is thinking about reconciling with his aunt, Lady Catherine. He invites an old friend of his to come stay at Pemberley, knowing that this friend and his wife associate with his aunt socially. Complications ensue.
I like and enjoy this story even though I have a small problem with Elizabeth's characterization in it. Elizabeth is known for her liveliness and for her refusal to be cowed by any who think themselves superior. However, in this story, Elizabeth is a bit more timid. True, she is in a situation that is new and different to her. Love makes people do strange things and react oddly at times, after all.
Aside from that quibble, this is an excellent story. Indeed, I would recommend all of Lou's stories at the Republic of Pemberley. (The P&P fic archive for that site can be found here.) This story just goes to show that a good marriage does not just happen. It takes work; joyful work, true, but work nonetheless. Highly recommended.
* * *
Fitzwilliam Darcy stepped beyond the front doors of Pemberley house, onto the terrace overlooking the fine grounds. He had been keeping a vigil out of the windows from various rooms he had occupied within, and in his impatience he determined that the view afforded him would be much better from the outside. It had been a pleasant day for late summer, but the wind had arisen rather forcefully that afternoon and the clouds above darkened.
Darcy was concerned, for his wife Elizabeth was bent on walking out on the grounds most days at that time. There were many times when her husband was inclined to go with her, but there were occasions when a little solitude was of great comfort to a young wife. Elizabeth had felt very restless this day, and Darcy had been occupied with this matter and that matter, and had secured himself away to attend to what seemed to Elizabeth as a never-ending stream of estate dealings and courteous folly which were the duties of a man in Darcy's position.
Now it was her husband's turn to feel the uneasiness of being without the good company of a beloved spouse. He shielded the wind from his eyes with the crook of his arm and diligently searched the horizon for his wife's delicate figure.
"Elizabeth," he sighed. "Where is it that you go off to?"
Darcy strode resolutely down the stone steps, out onto the drive and then to the park below. He had a notion as to which direction Elizabeth might have gone and he briskly followed a path littered with the fresh fall of leaves and twigs, blown astray by the gusty wind.
"Elizabeth!" he called out, as the wind picked up speed, and dust swirled about his body in the manner of a small gale. He halted his progression to sneeze forcefully. "Blast!" he grumbled, then rubbed at his nose and sniffled.
"I say--Elizabeth!"
"Over here dearest!" Elizabeth's voice was heard to cry out.
Update January 2012: Unfortunately, the story seems to have disappeared from the web. If you put the link in the Wayback Machine, you should be able to find it.
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If you check out the author websites on my recs, you'll find scores of great stories. Truly, I've only scratched the surface of the fandom with these few recs.
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