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Fandom: Lord of the Rings Universe: 100% AU. Sorry not sorry, Professor T. Chapter Rating: K+ Pairings: past Elrond/Gil-galad, Gil-Galad/?? If you haven't yet read One Hundred, I strongly recommend that you do so, because the events of that ficlet play a pretty big role here. This chapter gets a bit strange, but stick with it. It may not be what you think. Chapter Four - Could we start again, please? Elrond was strolling down an aisle in the library, looking for a certain historical text that he could remember nothing about, save that it was bound in green leather, when Erestor called out to him. "Elrond, the post is here." The half-elf

Fandom: Lord of the Rings Universe: 100% AU. Sorry not sorry, Professor T. Timeline: Iavas, Third Age 2510. Pairings: past Elrond/Gil-galad. This chapter is longer than the last two chapters combined, so you should probably go to the loo and/or get a drink and/or a snack before you start XD I've been writing this chapter on and off for so long that it feels really odd to have finally finished it. Chapter Three - A simple question looking for an answer Mithlond Círdan woke the next morning before the dawn, as was his habit, and dressed in sturdy black breeches, a red linen shirt and a grey leather jerkin, suitable for a day on the sea

Fandom: Lord of the Rings Universe: AU Timeline: Iavas, Third Age 2510. Pairings: past Elrond/Ereinion implied. Where He Dwelleth None Can Say, Part II. Mithlond Círdan stared down at the elf sitting in front of him, shocked speechless. I'm dreaming, he thought. Or hallucinating. This can't be real. The shipwright remained frozen in place until Ereinion cleared his throat and said, "Hello, Otaro," and then looked up at Círdan with a smile so painfully familiar that it broke the spell. The bearded elf took a step forward and sunk to his knees beside the former king, his eyes filled with joyful tears. "Ereinion?" The reborn

Molly should have known that her night was only going to get worse when she stepped out of the hospital and into the pouring rain on the one day that week that she hadn't picked up her umbrella. She turned the collar of her coat up and pulled the day's newspaper out of her bag and held it over her head, trying to shield herself from the torrent of water. Within moments the broadsheet's thin paper was completely sodden and useless for anything. Molly cast it into the nearby wastepaper bin with a sigh and resigned herself to getting wet. She took a moment to remove her watch from her wrist and to retrieve her phone from her coat pocket and aft

Fandom: BBC Sherlock John's favourite side of Sherlock is the one that only emerges late at night after they've solved a case. John stands in the bathroom doorway, watching this almost-unrecognisable Sherlock stand barefoot in the bathroom at 3:25am in delightfully worn-out pyjamas, cleaning his teeth in precise, rapid movements. He is almost unrecognisable from the Sherlock of the daytime hours. He is unashamedly wearing his glasses because he's already taken out his contacts but still needs to see to clean his teeth. His hair is mussed from the haphazard way he pulled on his t-shirt. (But he doesn't bother about fixing it because he's abou