Okay, the reason I've started this is because I've seen plenty of LotR 'high school' fics, but none for the Silmarillion. I decided I wanted to write one, but putting my oc's in to help fill it out a bit. Mine, and any others that are 'given' to me to write.
If you are brave enough to see your character in this fic (beware...) (I'm not doing a very good job of selling myself, am I?- I know this sounds scary, but hopefully I'm a better writer that I make myself sound...) just send me a few paragraphs or a list/profile/thing through PM or in a review. There has to be a few things that are definitely there: their Name (1st, last, middle (if they have one), their age (my character, Ëarilindë, is 15 in this story (it's set in Britan, so she'd be in year 10 (start of GCSE's (I think...), their birthdate, their personality and appearance (the more detailed the better), their best subjects, their favourite subjects (this is probably going to be the same as the best subjects, but still, put them in - your fave subjects may not necessarily your best ones), if they are in GCSE years the subjects they're taking (these may not come up, but still they might), any extra curricular (as in musical instruments ect.), and the type of clothes they wear (the school doesn't have a specific uniform, but they have to look smart on school days (Oh, and the school is near the north-west coast of Anglesey - that might be important for practicality)
Feel free to put any extra info you like in, such as: who they 'like' (Maedhros and Fingon are taken. Sorry!) the types of people they dislike (so that dorms are well selected (it's a boarding school)
For those who don't understand British secondary school I'll explain a little. There are two types of school that you are educated in in Britan; Primary (age 4-11) and secondary (age 11-17( I think- correct me if I'm wrong)
Secondary school years are as follows:
Year 7: 11-12
Year8: 12-13
Year 9: 13-14
Year 10: 14-15
Year 11: 15-16
Year 12: 16-17} yr 12 + 13 are 6 th form
Year 13: 17-18
Again, correct me if I'm wrong.
The story is set in the 21st century.
I won't continue if no-one offers a character up.
A few rules (oh no!):
1. Your character has to be an elf.
2. Your character has to be either Vanyar, Noldor, Teleri or a mix of the three.
3. Your characters name has to be legitimate (and preferably Quenya).
4. Your character cannot be paired with another character from a different fandom (LotR counts as different), and the paired character has to have lived in valinor at some point.
5. You cannot pair your character with someone who's wife/husband is specifically named (as in you cant pair your character with any if the sons of Finwë, because their wives' names were mentioned).
You can offer another oc to be paired with your own (or one of mine, if they aren't already paired). You can offer up to two oc's (this may change).
Now, a short prologue.
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August 15, 1994
North Wales, the Fëanorians' household.
"I'll get the post!" a tall girl yelled loudly, her Welsh-accented voice echoing round the large, luxurious house. She bounded outside to where the postbox was, freshly filled with crisp, brown envelopes. She pulled them out and took them inside, rifling through them as she went.
"Anything for me?" her foster brother, Maitimo asked, peering over her shoulder. "There's one addressed to the both of us," she said. She ran her fingers over the paper, before selecting a large, brown envelope. She slid the rest of the letters to her foster father, Fëanáro (they were business letters - Fëanáro owned a large company that made home accessories). The envelope that had not been sent over the table had a large white sticker on the front, saying:
Miss Ëarilindë Fëanoriel and Mr Maitimo Fëanorion
Then their address. Ëarilindë carefully opened the envelope and took out the two letters in contained. She handed the one with Maitimo's name on it to him and kept the other. They both knew who the letter was from. Together they opened the letter and carefully read the contents. Ëarilindë paused at the end of the letter, absorbing the information she had just read. Maitimo looked down at her letter, before yelling: "You got in too!"
The two 11-year olds took each-other's hands and span round the kitchen table in delight. "We got into Tirion Academy!" they sang joyfully. Nerdanel smiled at her two eldest children.
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What do you think? For the purpose of this story Fingon is the same age as Maedhros, Turgon as Finrod and Maglor and the sons of Fëanor are each a year apart (as in Maedhros is a year above Maglor who is a year above Celegorm... You get the picture. Obviously the twins are the same age. Please don't be stupid)