The Ephemera Series
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przedA week ago I saw an absolutely extraordinary documentary, Rivers and Tides. Its subject is an English artist, Andy Goldsworthy, who works almost entirely with found natural materials, like leaves and thorns and ice, and creates utterly beautiful pieces, some of which only last for hours or even minutes.
The film got me thinking about what a fascinating word ephemeral is and our assumptions about the worth of ephemera. And then I had the possibly addled idea to do a series of seven drabbles centred around the idea of the ephemeral. As i've now finished all but the last of these drabbles, I'll be posting one a day for the next week, in a variety of different fandoms. (Even Blake's 7, my first fandom, and one in which I have not written for close to ten years.)
All of the resulting drabbles are about the ephemeral in some way, though none use the actual word.
The first child of this experiment is behind the cut, and is in LotR, focussing on Boromir, of course.
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faramir_boromir, this one's for you.
Title: Ephemera 1
Author P.R. Zed
Fandom: LotR
The crisp crack of the banner makes Boromir look up from his brother's concerned eyes to see the White Tree, symbol of Gondor's heritage, buffeted by the unruly air.
It seems he has always been thus, poised between family and duty. And yet he does not grudge his position.
Gondor's fall draws ever nearer and he will do what he must to preserve his people's way of life, to preserve his brother's very being, even embark on this mad quest for Imladris.
Clutching the hope that he will see his city and brother again, he sets off on his search.
The film got me thinking about what a fascinating word ephemeral is and our assumptions about the worth of ephemera. And then I had the possibly addled idea to do a series of seven drabbles centred around the idea of the ephemeral. As i've now finished all but the last of these drabbles, I'll be posting one a day for the next week, in a variety of different fandoms. (Even Blake's 7, my first fandom, and one in which I have not written for close to ten years.)
All of the resulting drabbles are about the ephemeral in some way, though none use the actual word.
The first child of this experiment is behind the cut, and is in LotR, focussing on Boromir, of course.
faramir_boromir, this one's for you.Title: Ephemera 1
Author P.R. Zed
Fandom: LotR
The crisp crack of the banner makes Boromir look up from his brother's concerned eyes to see the White Tree, symbol of Gondor's heritage, buffeted by the unruly air.
It seems he has always been thus, poised between family and duty. And yet he does not grudge his position.
Gondor's fall draws ever nearer and he will do what he must to preserve his people's way of life, to preserve his brother's very being, even embark on this mad quest for Imladris.
Clutching the hope that he will see his city and brother again, he sets off on his search.
