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fan_flashworks2020-05-22 10:46 pm
lferion) wrote in fan_flashworks2020-05-22 10:46 pm
Entry tags:
Silmarillion: Fanfic: Illumination
Title: Illumination
Fandom: Silmarillion
Challenge: Switch
Other prompt: Gen Prompt Bingo B-3 Sufficiently Advanced Technology
Rating: G
Length: 224
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Runa for encouragement & sanity-checking.
Summary: Feänorian lamps: not always the effortless marvels of illumination they became.
The light changed suddenly, one moment a brilliant blue-white-gold, a working-light, pitilessly clear, one of Feänáro's most useful Workings, and the next there was only the ambient firelight, the last of the sunset, the faint glow of candle-lamps and star-gems elsewhere in the house. Nerdanel had only a moment to pull her tools back from where she could no longer see to strike the chisel on the stone, but her eyes adjusted quickly, just in time to be dazzled by the equally sudden return of the working-light. She put her tools down with a little more force than strictly necessary.
"Feänáro!"
Her husband bounced into the room, positively scintillating with triumph. "I did it, Danë! I've worked out how to turn the white lamps off and back on again! Without them going on fire!" He made sure her hands were empty and then twirled her around the workroom, grinning from ear to ear and rattling off a string of technical process too fast for her to quite follow, especially immersed as she had been in her very tactile sculpting mode. She would get him to show it to her later. When he had simmered down a little. It was a major accomplishment, and she was (or would be) delighted with it, just...
"Warn me, next time, Náro, before you switch the lights off? Please?"
Fandom: Silmarillion
Challenge: Switch
Other prompt: Gen Prompt Bingo B-3 Sufficiently Advanced Technology
Rating: G
Length: 224
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Runa for encouragement & sanity-checking.
Summary: Feänorian lamps: not always the effortless marvels of illumination they became.
The light changed suddenly, one moment a brilliant blue-white-gold, a working-light, pitilessly clear, one of Feänáro's most useful Workings, and the next there was only the ambient firelight, the last of the sunset, the faint glow of candle-lamps and star-gems elsewhere in the house. Nerdanel had only a moment to pull her tools back from where she could no longer see to strike the chisel on the stone, but her eyes adjusted quickly, just in time to be dazzled by the equally sudden return of the working-light. She put her tools down with a little more force than strictly necessary.
"Feänáro!"
Her husband bounced into the room, positively scintillating with triumph. "I did it, Danë! I've worked out how to turn the white lamps off and back on again! Without them going on fire!" He made sure her hands were empty and then twirled her around the workroom, grinning from ear to ear and rattling off a string of technical process too fast for her to quite follow, especially immersed as she had been in her very tactile sculpting mode. She would get him to show it to her later. When he had simmered down a little. It was a major accomplishment, and she was (or would be) delighted with it, just...
"Warn me, next time, Náro, before you switch the lights off? Please?"
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