First Lines Meme

[rocky41_7]

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

I got tagged on tumblr, but if anyone here wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!

Tagged by @verecunda thank you! I will do these in descending order from most recent.

A Difference of Interpretation, A Similarity of Intent (G, Feanel)

Mahtan was busy that week, and so thanks to his inconvenience, Nerdanel was honored with taking his place on the Council of High Artisans.

Transcript of Divorce Proceedings: Mairon v. Melkor (T, Angbang)

COUNSEL: Would you please state your name for the record?

Of Nerdanel (G, Nerdanel)

There is the clink of their forks against the plates.

The Sky was Cloudless Blue (M, Thranduil)

When Thranduil awoke, the world was fuzzy, and silent. 

I Didn't Realize You Were Coming (T, Finrod & Maedhros)

Half of the musicians had carried on with their same level of vivacious enthusiasm, while the other half had screeched to a halt at the wild gesture of the king’s, which might have been a directive, or might have been merely panicked flailing. 

In the Glittering Halls of King Felagund (M, Finrod/Thranduil)

A week on the road was not enough for Thranduil to recover from the whiplash of his being approved as a diplomat of any stripe for Doriath. 

Laying a Foundation (G, Thorinduil) 

Thorin had no idea how Dis had the patience for this.

In the Rose-Gold Light of Valinor (T, Finrod & Maedhros)

“Maitimo!” There was little cousin Finrod, his bright gold locks drawn back into a heavy braid adorned with all the flowers he plucked from Aunt Eärwen’s garden, looking up at him with a kind reverence in his wide brown eyes unique to young children and their childhood idols. 

First Ruins of the Noldor (T, Anaire & House of Finwe)

When Fëanáro passed the gates at a near-gallop, with no sign of Nerdanel, it was no grand surprise.

Ongoing Efforts of the Healer (G, Elrond & Thranduil) 

The kingdoms of Elves did not go so quiet as those of Dwarves and Men when night fell, but a stillness did often draw over, with many of them resting, or partaking in quiet, less strenuous activities while the moon hung above them (provided, of course, that they were no parties to be had—and that was especially true in the kingdom of Greenwood, in which firelit festivities laden with drink and food were their preferred pastime). 

Conclusion: I prefer to just jump into things, generally.