Post by JastaElf on Nov 11, 2004 11:29:38 GMT -5
Hi folks,
Don't read this if you want to be totally surprised. :-)
OK, I have two new stories, both going to be LONG, in progress, and a third that is pretty much planned out, with only a little writing done on it.
First some information:
1) The epilogue to Scruff Factor sets up a sequel. I won't start working on that sequel until the two new stories are done, and that won't be til Spring sometime. Sorry!
2) The story that is mostly planned out will be posted at about the same time as the Scruff Sequel. So there will be humour on one hand, and much angst on the other.
Now on to the spoilers. :-)
Story 1:
Shadow At Evening
A Lord of the Rings Fanfic set in Greenwood the Great
in the Reign of King Thranduil Oropherion,
in the years known as the Watchful Peace
The poetry that inspired the title:
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?...
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead trees give no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
--T. S. Eliot, "The Waste Land", 1922
Basic Premise:
The plot bunny originated while watching the Movie!verse scenes of the Dead Marshes. Those were physically recognizable people dead under that icky water... and I started thinking, what if someone went back there to find someone? Well...
Then the tale expanded to a kind of Tolkien-verse version of Samhain, All Hallows, known as Hallowe'en to most of us. It is a time to remember the departed, the past, what makes us what we are... where we've been and with whom. It is also a time to deal with the Dark of the Year, as it comes when days are growing shorter and darker. Since the Silvan folk in Thranduil's realm are closer to the land than some of the others, the story will focus on them. Each of the Elves in Aikalerion's "family cell" will tell a tale; then Aikalerion himself will tell the story of how he made a pilgrimage back to Dagorlad to "find something that was lost"...
It all starts with the Silvan folk sitting around a fire chatting in the wee small hours of the night. Very Little Legolas (pre-Dol Guldur; naneth is still alive) cannot sleep, sneaks out of bed and joins them, it is as if the forest is calling him to go there. Legolas snuggles down into Aikalerion's lap like he belongs there and listens, asks questions. It moves on from there....
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Story #2: Back By Summer (a working title)
This is the one I'm writing for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), an annual competition to try and help writers get a minimum of 50,000 words written down. This story will be MUCH longer. ;-) It is a self-challenge: is it possible to write an almost-canonical Tolkien fanfic that incorporates and intelligently explains some entrenched notions: Elrond & Thranduil at odds; Noldor lording it over Sindar; and (god help me!) Evil!Thranduil, explained in a perfectly rational manner that is, as always with me, not at ALL simple? :-) (I can't say much beyond that because it will spoil the ending stuff... but suffice it to say, I do not think anyone will question my adoration for Thranduil--and they will be just as impressed at the end with him as I am. :-) He does nothing that will not be explained by the end and will make perfect sense...)
The story has *echoes only* of slashiness; no overt stuff, no sex scenes planned as of yet, just an overall tolerance for same-sex relationships. There is angst and evil and bad things happen to Legolas AND to Thranduil...
Anyway, the other stuff I will address in another message later today. I have to head out on errands now!
Hugs,
Jasta
Don't read this if you want to be totally surprised. :-)
OK, I have two new stories, both going to be LONG, in progress, and a third that is pretty much planned out, with only a little writing done on it.
First some information:
1) The epilogue to Scruff Factor sets up a sequel. I won't start working on that sequel until the two new stories are done, and that won't be til Spring sometime. Sorry!
2) The story that is mostly planned out will be posted at about the same time as the Scruff Sequel. So there will be humour on one hand, and much angst on the other.
Now on to the spoilers. :-)
Story 1:
Shadow At Evening
A Lord of the Rings Fanfic set in Greenwood the Great
in the Reign of King Thranduil Oropherion,
in the years known as the Watchful Peace
The poetry that inspired the title:
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?...
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead trees give no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
--T. S. Eliot, "The Waste Land", 1922
Basic Premise:
The plot bunny originated while watching the Movie!verse scenes of the Dead Marshes. Those were physically recognizable people dead under that icky water... and I started thinking, what if someone went back there to find someone? Well...
Then the tale expanded to a kind of Tolkien-verse version of Samhain, All Hallows, known as Hallowe'en to most of us. It is a time to remember the departed, the past, what makes us what we are... where we've been and with whom. It is also a time to deal with the Dark of the Year, as it comes when days are growing shorter and darker. Since the Silvan folk in Thranduil's realm are closer to the land than some of the others, the story will focus on them. Each of the Elves in Aikalerion's "family cell" will tell a tale; then Aikalerion himself will tell the story of how he made a pilgrimage back to Dagorlad to "find something that was lost"...
It all starts with the Silvan folk sitting around a fire chatting in the wee small hours of the night. Very Little Legolas (pre-Dol Guldur; naneth is still alive) cannot sleep, sneaks out of bed and joins them, it is as if the forest is calling him to go there. Legolas snuggles down into Aikalerion's lap like he belongs there and listens, asks questions. It moves on from there....
--------------
Story #2: Back By Summer (a working title)
This is the one I'm writing for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), an annual competition to try and help writers get a minimum of 50,000 words written down. This story will be MUCH longer. ;-) It is a self-challenge: is it possible to write an almost-canonical Tolkien fanfic that incorporates and intelligently explains some entrenched notions: Elrond & Thranduil at odds; Noldor lording it over Sindar; and (god help me!) Evil!Thranduil, explained in a perfectly rational manner that is, as always with me, not at ALL simple? :-) (I can't say much beyond that because it will spoil the ending stuff... but suffice it to say, I do not think anyone will question my adoration for Thranduil--and they will be just as impressed at the end with him as I am. :-) He does nothing that will not be explained by the end and will make perfect sense...)
The story has *echoes only* of slashiness; no overt stuff, no sex scenes planned as of yet, just an overall tolerance for same-sex relationships. There is angst and evil and bad things happen to Legolas AND to Thranduil...
Anyway, the other stuff I will address in another message later today. I have to head out on errands now!
Hugs,
Jasta