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Opening Doors by Adina Atl (R?)
Edited to add: [A few of the other stories I wanted to rec seem to have disappeared from the net, so that's my last one. I had a fabulous time careering wildly driving the van this month - thank you and good night.]
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: [spoiler]
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adina_atl
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Looking for underwritten characters in Tolkien fic? Let's talk dwarves. Gimli is sadly neglected, except in a certain slash pairing, and other dwarves almost never appear.
On the great doors through which the Fellowship enters Moria, the words "I, Narvi, made them" are inscribed. Nothing else is known about Narvi the dwarf.
Adina fills in the blanks in this lovingly detailed story of the relationship - for both good and ill - between elves and dwarves, and of a friendship between Narvi, Celebrimbor, and Galadriel, a friendship built on shared craftsmanship that develops into more.
"Vrag!" I snapped out. The doors shuddered to a halt at my order and closed much more quickly than they had opened. Celebrimbor looked at me questioningly. "Did you not hear it?" I asked, though hearing was perhaps not the right word. I had felt the grating through the soles of my feet, a sound too deep for the ears to hear. "The right door is unbalanced." I tugged at my beard, frustrated enough to rip it out by the roots.
Celebrimbor said something that I could only recognize as swearing after two years of working with him, for even curses sound like poetry in Elvish. He stalked over to the old gateway, his light boots and slender build scarcely making a sound even in his anger. I followed him inside and found him examining the hinge area of the door.
"I don't see any flaw here," he said.
I fetched a ladder and stood it near the hinge. Some of us are not as ridiculously tall as elves. I examined it by eye and saw no more than he did, but sight is the least of a rockwright's senses. Tapping with my smallest hammer brought me an odd echo. Feeling with my fingers found a crack where none should be. "Shlak," I swore. "Here." I took his hand and ran it over the crack.
"Shlak, indeed," he sighed. "If the door had opened fully it might have broken free and taken half the wall with it." The look he gave me was admiring; I scowled back.
"I keep telling you--"
"Eyes are over-rated," he completed for me. "Just because elves have the eyes of eagles--"
"Very well, you have heard me say it often enough," I laughed. "But do you listen?"
Opening Doors
If you enjoy it, try the sequel Walls and Gates as well.
[Note: The rating is conjectural as the story is only marked "Adult," but I don't consider it to be a hard R.]
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: [spoiler]
Author on LJ:
adina_atlAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Looking for underwritten characters in Tolkien fic? Let's talk dwarves. Gimli is sadly neglected, except in a certain slash pairing, and other dwarves almost never appear.
On the great doors through which the Fellowship enters Moria, the words "I, Narvi, made them" are inscribed. Nothing else is known about Narvi the dwarf.
Adina fills in the blanks in this lovingly detailed story of the relationship - for both good and ill - between elves and dwarves, and of a friendship between Narvi, Celebrimbor, and Galadriel, a friendship built on shared craftsmanship that develops into more.
"Vrag!" I snapped out. The doors shuddered to a halt at my order and closed much more quickly than they had opened. Celebrimbor looked at me questioningly. "Did you not hear it?" I asked, though hearing was perhaps not the right word. I had felt the grating through the soles of my feet, a sound too deep for the ears to hear. "The right door is unbalanced." I tugged at my beard, frustrated enough to rip it out by the roots.
Celebrimbor said something that I could only recognize as swearing after two years of working with him, for even curses sound like poetry in Elvish. He stalked over to the old gateway, his light boots and slender build scarcely making a sound even in his anger. I followed him inside and found him examining the hinge area of the door.
"I don't see any flaw here," he said.
I fetched a ladder and stood it near the hinge. Some of us are not as ridiculously tall as elves. I examined it by eye and saw no more than he did, but sight is the least of a rockwright's senses. Tapping with my smallest hammer brought me an odd echo. Feeling with my fingers found a crack where none should be. "Shlak," I swore. "Here." I took his hand and ran it over the crack.
"Shlak, indeed," he sighed. "If the door had opened fully it might have broken free and taken half the wall with it." The look he gave me was admiring; I scowled back.
"I keep telling you--"
"Eyes are over-rated," he completed for me. "Just because elves have the eyes of eagles--"
"Very well, you have heard me say it often enough," I laughed. "But do you listen?"
Opening Doors
If you enjoy it, try the sequel Walls and Gates as well.
[Note: The rating is conjectural as the story is only marked "Adult," but I don't consider it to be a hard R.]
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