( To Raze A Tower - LOTR, post-War Baradur )
( A Star's A Star - Stardust/Narnia (more specifically, Stardust/Voyage of the Dawn Treader), Yvaine/Tristran, Yvaine/Caspian )
( Swordcraft - Silmarillion, unnamed Sinda's impressions on the first sword he's ever seen )
( The Future-Nibbler - Doctor Who/Futurama )
I should give credit where credit's due: this was all due to one of coppertone 's posts, in which we got around to comparing cracky Silm OTPs (she ships Caranthir/Angrod). And I mentioned that I liked the idea of Celeborn/Luthien.
Yes, I did say Celeborn/Luthien. Don't go away, please, I can explain it all.
What we know about Celeborn: he's a Sinda. He pwns. He's married to Galadriel. He lives in Lothlorien. He's a prince of the Nandor who's lived on the eastern side of the Misty Mountains since the dawn of time.
No, wait, he used to live in Doriath, and he's the grandson of Thingol's brother Elmo (YES I KNOW XD), and he went east with Galadriel.
So here we have two majorly conflicting character backstories about an important canon character. In the Silmarillion, he's in Doriath, and in LOTR he's a Nandor Elf in Lothlorien and always has been. (Second Age is more complicated, but boils down to Not Letting Annatar Into Lothlorien (And Celebrimbor, Stop Hitting On My Wife Or I Cut You).) The fact that we're not sure when Galadriel went east either doesn't help things, but here's my story of Celeborn:
Once upon a time, Celeborn was sweet on Luthien. You know how it goes: they're young and carefree, it's the Age of the Stars with nary an orc in sight across all of Doriath, Thingol and Melian aren't keeping a very strict watch on their daughter. There's probably a lot of dancing under starlight involved. Celeborn writes very bad poems, Luthien turns them into Disney-esque songs.
And then Thingol finds out. (Probably tipped off by Daeron, showing that old habits die hard and that Luthien really needs to learn not to trust everyone she meets.) Melian's all 'o_0... is this how all Elven romances work?'; Elmo's feelings are unknown because we don't know where he is, and Thingol's ready to chop Celeborn into tiny pieces and set fire to them for daring to recite really, really awful love poems to his precious daughter.
And then Luthien intervenes, bats her eyelashes at her father and calms him down. Celeborn gets exiled from Doriath and spends the next two ages hunting orcs with the what-will-be Lothlorien Elves, his youthful love affair gradually fading to a distant memory. Luthien goes back to the woods and dances, but now she's dancing alone under the stars, just waiting for another partner. Eventually Beren* wanders in and the whole fiasco happens again, proving that nobody in Doriath learns from their experiences...
Thingol: Cousins, psychotic minstrels, and now a mortal. She must have been off dancing when the ability to pick a good husband was being handed out.
...and they go off to get the Silmaril &etc.
The First Age ends, Doriath is destroyed, Galadriel passes over the Ered Luin, and Celeborn lets the past go and they become the most awesome couple in Arda.**
That's my version of the events, anyway. (NB: this is what happens when I don't have enough things to think about.)
*And I can imagine Celeborn getting so freaked out about THAT. He'd be all 'wtf, Thingol lets his daughter marry a grubby mortal but not me?' and probably goes to Valinor just to yell at him.
GHOST OF BEREN (WHO HAS BEEN SUMMONED BY GALADRIEL'S TRIAL RUN OF THE MIRROR*** OR SOMETHING, FUCK, I DON'T KNOW): At least my children didn't end up with three eyes.
CELEBORN: Yeah, but yours had a beard. That's worse.
**Don't ask me to explain the other story about Celeborn being a Teleri and Olwe's grandson. That's just the same problem with a different woman. And C&G are second cousins in the published Silm, so it's not that much of an improvement...
***Which deserves its own post, because suddenly there's a magic mirror, presto, and nobody knows where it came from! (I guess it is magic. Magic A is Magic A.)
Characters: Elladan and Elrohir, passing mentions of Galadriel and Celeborn
AN: Everything belongs to Tolkien. The plotbunny wormed its way into my head while I was writing fics for Scarlet and Silver. This is my first effort at sons-of-Elrond fic, any advice about them would be greatly appreciated.
I also wrote more Scarlet and Silver drabbles (here are the first, if you missed them), and this was the first of those things. Start your working week with a fresh dose of fic!
The woods of
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy
- Yeats, ‘The Song of the Happy Shepherd’
Lothlórien is dying.
Celeborn tries not to see it, and for him she wills Nenya to ever greater spells, wishing that the golden leaves will never fade. The mellyrn bloom later every year, the white trunks of her trees becoming like bones. The people see nothing wrong; she is torn between wanting them to notice and wanting to shield them from such a sight. It is a terrible thing to watch one you love succumb to the shadow.
Then she realises: Lothlórien is dying.
The forest is not.
The beeches, oaks and elms will continue on without the golden leaves striking highlights in the foliage. The people will go on, even Celeborn, an it grieve him.
But the golden dream, so nearly gone, was for her, and she will follow her dreamflower home.
Three is the charm
‘Pirates! Pirates, Mama!’ Adin had reached the age where voices cracked and broke, but he reverted to a child’s high pitch in his fright.
‘Where? How many?’ But she already knew it didn’t matter what answer he gave. There were always too many, and they always came here.
‘Two ships in the bay, and they’re on the beach now.’
Always the same place.
‘Do they know where we are? Will they find us?’
‘Hush, child, or they will find us with your yapping. Have you told the reeve?’
‘Then take the children up the mountain path, and pray to the forest god that they don’t follow.’
‘Now, Adin!’ Her voice cracked like a whip and he left, scowling. She could hear the reeve calling men from the houses. Pirates. West-men. Scum.
Three times was the charm.
The first when she had barely begun to walk, a sword slicing across her calf to leave a wound that healed slow and awry.
The second when she’d been married not a year, running from a man who caught her because of her cursed lame leg and pushed her into the mud while she clawed at his face and screamed herself hoarse. Her husband died with half his guts hanging out and she was left with Adin, whom she wanted to believe was a trueborn village son but who had eyes like grey clouds and was, at twelve, taller than half the village men.
And now the third.
She put out the fire – what a laugh that would be, to have the house burn down and it be her fault and not the pirates’ – and limped outside. Her father’s old axe leant against the wall, and her fingers curled around the wood, solid and heavy.
Three times was the charm.
This time, when the pirates came, she would be ready for them.
And they sailed now with power and armoury to Middle-earth, and they came no longer as bringers of gifts, not even as rulers, but as fierce men of war…
Summary: Drabbles about women of the Third Age of Middle-earth.
Characters: Béruthiel, Fíriel, Morwen Steelsheen, Gilraen, Finduilas, Ioreth.
AN: None of the characters are mine, everything belongs to Tolkien. For more information about these women, most of whom are mentioned in Appendix A, I recommend Thain's Book.
So yes! Hobbit movie! Jackson and Walsh to be executive producers! Not sure about directors yet.
Los Angeles, CA (Tuesday, December 18, 2007) Academy Award-winning filmmaker Peter Jackson; Harry Sloan, Chairman and CEO, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc. (MGM); Bob Shaye and Michael Lynne, Co-Chairmen and Co-CEOs of New Line Cinema have jointly announced today that they have entered into the following series of agreements:
* MGM and New Line will co-finance and co-distribute two films, “The Hobbit” and a sequel to “The Hobbit.” New Line will distribute in North America and MGM will distribute internationally.
* Peter Jackson and Fran Walsh will serve as Executive Producers of two films based on “The Hobbit.” New Line will manage the production of the films, which will be shot simultaneously.
Wait a minute... two films? So it's going to be The Hobbit: There and The Hobbit: And Back Again? I'm a little confused about that. I know people have posted ideas about making the history of the One Ring into a movie, but that hardly covers The Hobbit... *is confuzzled*
I know a lot of people are upset about Jackson producing it, but he's not directing it. It doesn't say that, anyway. Even if he does direct it, we'll have some good music, costumes and cinematography to look forward to. At least there's no Boromir or Denethoresque characters to slander: the Master of Laketown is a total bastard in canon, and Bard's more of an Aragorn character. Hopefully the dwarves will prove that movieverse Gimli is not the be-all and end-all of dwarfdom.
But Valar help me, if they mess up Thranduil or give Legolas a cameo, I will burn them.
Leave your requests in the comments, and I'll do a post on 25th December with all of them. I'll keep it open until around the 23rd, which gives you twelve days. (Heh, Twelve Days of Drabbles.)
- Lord of the Rings
- The Silmarillion
- Doctor Who
- Harry PotterAnd happy ficcing to all of you. :D
Word count: 1360
Summary: Thorongil, newly arrived in Rohan, encounters a mysterious stranger who will do anything to make the young ranger see things his way...
AN: Crack-fic much? Tolkien owns all (er... well... most) of the characters here. Discworld readers may recognise one of the characters.
Shall I do it again? I think I'll wait until the holidays roll around, but yes.
- The Lord of the Rings
- The Silmarillion/Unfinished Tales/Children of Hurin
- Harry Potter
- Doctor Who - but I've only seen the episodes up to 'Human Nature' in series three, so please, no spoilers.
Title: Singing Gold
Rating: General. Just a bit of angst.
Warnings: Nothing you can't read to children, if they're Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales nerds.
Summary: Glorfindel comes across a poignant reminded of the past while in Lothlorien.
Uno: All you really need to know about Revenge of the Sith is that Anakin gets his legs burnt off by lava. Everything else is just decoration.
Duo: Chunks of mango and icecream, when blended together, make an interesting and quite delicious desert.
Tre: I read far too much of the Appendices in LOTR.
Quatro: If you have a warm, thick coat and shoes that don't let in water, you can survive anything that winter throws at you.
Cinque: I need to watch more Spongebob Squarepants.
Se: I am VERY excited, because I get the first eps of Torchwood and season three of Doctor Who in one week. *celebration*
Sette: I'm knitting a scarf for winter, and so far it has eleven colours. It's about 30cm long right now, so I need to knit fast if I'm going to wear it this winter.
Otto: GEELONG FTW! (Aussie rules football, before you ask.)
Nuovo: I have two exams this week. *nervous* Classical Studies should be fine, but as for Statistics... as long as I pass, I'll be happy.
Dieci: This post is seriously testing my knowledge of Italian numbers, let alone how to spell them...
Undieci: Everyone should see a performance by Cirque du Soleil at least once. We went to see Varekai last night, and I swear, I never knew that humans could bend that way. The costumes were amazing, the music was sensational, and the performers themselves must be made of rubber. I really want to play on the flying trapeze ropes, too.
Duodeci: I should listen to more radio. The songs on my Ipod are starting to sound very familiar.
Tredeci: I really need to write down all the drabbles and fic ideas in my head before I forget them/my brain can't think of anything else.
Quatordeci: I want to start drawing again. I have ideas for silly fanart.
Quindeci: If I could pick a way to die, it would be from an overload of chibiness.
There, that's enough random blathering for now. :D
(Yeah, that kinda meandered from the original 'what I learnt' theme. Such is life. :D)