Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
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Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
The Wine Bowl
by Minutia_R
“Once they saw that Hen Wen was a white pig and not a golden sheep--and not even oracular any more--they put down their weapons and apologized quite nicely.” Eilonwy frowned. “Or at least that’s what they were doing as far as anyone could understand them. They might have been reciting a poem about anemones and primroses. Some people just can’t admit when they’re lost.”
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
Hundreds of Words
by Saeriellyn
Prydain drabble and shortfic collection, spanning entire series and a little beyond. Most, but not all, Eilonwy-centric. Spoilers abound. Some will make more sense if you’ve read my longer stories.
Gotham (TV)
A potentially explicit work
The Black Cauldron (1985)
Taran and Eilonwy Drabbles
by janstarrattler
Just a few one-shots about the Assistant Pig-Keeper and the Princess.
World of Warcraft
A potentially explicit work
Emily Wilde - Heather Fawcett
Through Bramble and Briar
by Naruthirnith
‘“The poor child,” Wendell said. “I am glad Taran dealt with the Lady as she deserved.”’ Nora Thomas has been taken. Her brother Callum enters an unfriendly faerie realm in the hopes of finding her. When things do not go to plan he receives help from Lord Taran, who taken by Callum’s need for answers, decides to assist him in seeking out the person responsible. Callum remembers only small details of the faerie woman who took his sister but together they snoop and sleuth to get the story and bring justice for Nora. Along the way Taran and Callum become more and more interested in one another. Part early romance, part mystery! And badly summarised by me, but if you wanted more Callum and Taran you might just enjoy this!
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
Winter Solstice
by LeahLikesFiction
Taran finds himself in a mess as he tries and fails to help Eilonwy prepare for the evening's feast.With nothing else to offer her, he gives the princess the only thing he can think of; a magical night.
Emily Wilde - Heather Fawcett
Ends of the Earth
by Naruthirnith
What better way to celebrate supposedly good news than a battle? How do ancient faeries lords cope with illness? (part of series but this is a standalone so you don’t need to read the first before)
Kingdom Hearts (Video Games)+1
Homecoming
by PoH
Terra decides to visit the world where Master Eraqus discovered him as a child long ago, a world that he's since forgotten. There he meets another boy who dreams of being a hero.Written for Terra Week 2022
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
Midwinter graces
by lotesse
The longest night of the year swings over Prydain. Set between The Book of Three and The Black Cauldron.
Chronicles of Prydain - Alexander
The Truth of Kings
by amelia_petkova
Friends meet one last time before the Sons of Don leave Prydain.
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If Fantasy Characters could Text
by IchigoSundelion
Taran whines. Midna, Fi, and Navi get in a fight. Various weird fandom references.
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
The Water
by LeahLikesFiction
Taran leads Eilonwy to one of his favorite places deep within Caer Dallben. But when they get there Taran feels a pull to the princess that he's never felt before while Eilonwy feels an allurement almost too strong to turn from. The sea is waking up.
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
Some Seeds Must Fly to
by ZosiaDetroit
Taran arrives home from the Isle of Mona without Eilonwy. Angst ensues. (Written in 2022; cross-posting now from fanfiction.net)
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
The apple trees bud, but I do not
by lotesse
Taran of Caer Dathyl came to in the dark, the taste of blood and failure on his lips.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
A potentially explicit work
Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander
New and Not
by Saeriellyn
...The braziers burned low, and Gurgi's head nodded over the table, and Eilonwy, looking around, felt that the smiles of these companions, both old and new, sealed upon her heart, binding up its broken places, balming over the wounds of the past that still bled, sometimes, when she let herself think of them.