FSC: Day 7

[huinare]

Day Seven
In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something.

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I intended, for this, to write a story inspired a couple months ago by a song and living in my head since. That isn't what happened, as usual.  Instead I drew Mairon as I imagine him in the as-yet-unwritten story.  As might be expected, he doesn't have the most socially acceptable  reasons for looking vaguely smug and contemplative.

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[wheelrider.livejournal.com]

As might be expected, he doesn't have the most socially acceptable reasons for looking vaguely smug and contemplative.

I'm having fun/shuddering imagining what those might be...

"Not 'socially acceptable'? Well. That depends on the society in which one places oneself, does it not? And may I remind you that the making of omelettes does require the breaking of at least a few eggs."

HEY, what are you doing in my head, creepy Huin!Mairon?!?

[huinare.livejournal.com]

HA! That's pretty much what he'd say, too. =D

[wheelrider.livejournal.com]

( I would relay a witty reply, but... all the other characters in my head have fled! :O )

[huinare.livejournal.com]

Mairon: Where did they all get to now? *shrugs, sits down cross-legged in the corridors of WR's head, takes out a journal, and begins an entry titled, "What I Plan to Do With the Rohirric Lady Who Slew My Captain"*