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Post by goblingirl on Oct 28, 2005 15:03:55 GMT -5
Yes! It would stop me from writing the Mary-sue who is gathering her story inside my head! Give the competition!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 29, 2005 11:06:14 GMT -5
I also thought about doing a photography competition...
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 29, 2005 15:55:04 GMT -5
Huh?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 30, 2005 8:37:15 GMT -5
Taking a truly random photo or something.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Oct 30, 2005 17:10:30 GMT -5
OOh... I'm in photography! I've gotten a bunch of random pictures...
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 30, 2005 17:32:27 GMT -5
I've very bad at photography...
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 31, 2005 4:07:25 GMT -5
Randomest photo I've got lately is down the lift shaft of the Empire State Building. Over eighty floors.
It gave my dad vertigo just looking at it.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Oct 31, 2005 4:08:30 GMT -5
Oh... and I've written more. How bout that?
Given that Sam, Merry and Pippin’s previous sailing experience consisted mainly of sitting in the Lorien boats while the others rowed, it was a miracle they could make the Black Pearl move at all. But against all odds, as the sun rose over the ocean, illuminating the whole world gold and pink, the Black Pearl’s sails were full and the ship rode the waves towards lands unknown.
This was good enough for the hobbits. But what made it absolutely wonderful was the discovery that one of the cabins was absolutely packed with apples.
“I’ve never been on a proper holiday before,” said Pippin, “and I think I like it.”
“I don’t blame Frodo for sailing to the Undying Lands,” agreed Merry, “Do you think they had lots of apples on their voyage too?”
“Not sure,” mused Sam, throwing a core over the side of the ship and reaching for another, “Do elves like apples much?”
“They certainly didn’t have enough of them around Rivendell,” said Merry slightly morosely, “I ate their entire supply within a few hours. And their carrots. And-”
“Speaking of the Undying Lands,” said Pippin suddenly, “do you think that’s where we’re headed?”
“No idea,” shrugged Sam, “The ship seems to know where it’s going.”
The ship did, indeed, know where it was going. Like in the Star Wars Fanverse, the Pirates of the Caribbean Fanverse was dithering slightly without its protagonists. So when it sensed that the Black Pearl had crew again, it accepted them without question and steered the ship back to the shores of the Caribbean, like one gathers a large pile of chocolates towards one’s side of the table so that no-one else can steal any.
However, just as the sun was setting on another profound day of eating apples and occasionally trying to learn how to steer the ship, something rather odd happened.
The ship struck something invisible, and stopped.
Due to the hobbits’ lack of concern with where the ship went, it took them a few minutes to realize that the ship wasn’t moving anymore.
“Hang a tick,” said Pippin suddenly, “We’re not moving. That’s not right, is it?”
“I’m guessing,” said Sam, looking up at the still-full sails straining to push the ship forward through the unseen barrier, and the waves crashing onto the back of the ship, “no.”
“Oh,” said Merry.
They sat there in silence for a minute.
“Why do you suppose we’ve stopped?” queried Merry.
“Hazarding a guess,” said Sam, “I’d say we’re stuck on an invisible barrier of some sort.”
“Oh,” repeated Pippin.
There was another silence.
“What kind of invisible barrier?” asked Pippin.
“Why do you keep asking me?” said Sam, “I don’t know.”
The three hobbits got up to investigate the invisible barrier. A moment later, they realized this was completely pointless, as they couldn’t see it. However Pippin, who had learnt precisely nothing from the mission to destroy the Ring about not touching things he didn’t understand, reached out and prodded it with one finger.
The sound of a doorbell echoed across the ocean.
Before the hobbits could even blink in surprise, a small piece of paper about the size of a business card appeared in a flash of light and fluttered down onto the deck at their feet.
THEN they blinked in surprise.
“What’s that?” said Merry.
Sam picked it up and read the writing on it aloud. ‘Please present passes for admission into Pirates of the Caribbean Fanverse.’
“Passes?” said Pippin blankly.
Sam remembered the passes which Aragorn had given them, and pulled them out of his pocket. Uncertainly, he pushed them towards the barrier.
They vanished in another flash of light. From that same flash of light fluttered down another little business card, which Sam caught in the air.
‘Thank you. Enjoy your stay.’
Before Sam, Merry and Pippin could comment on this odd turn of events, the invisible barrier vanished – though they didn’t know that – and the wind, feeling annoyed at being challenged, blew the ship at full speed through it, and into the fandom beyond, so fiercely that the hobbits were knocked off their feet, and they fell heavily back down onto the deck.
They lay there still for a moment, staring up at the sky, in varying degrees of shock, feeling the waves toss the ship to and fro like an unenthusiastic game of Frisbee. It was several moments before Merry thought of an appropriate comment.
“What,” he said slowly, “the heck was that all about?”
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Post by goblingirl on Oct 31, 2005 8:34:52 GMT -5
Yay! I love you Katie..well, for the moment anyway. Write more!
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Nov 1, 2005 1:11:12 GMT -5
Squee!
Much amusement on the part of the Jackie. *glee*
Me encanta.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 1, 2005 7:20:59 GMT -5
Me encanta?
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 1, 2005 14:21:38 GMT -5
Spanish for 'I love'
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 1, 2005 16:16:29 GMT -5
Ahhhh.... just for that, you can have more.
In Rivendell, the battle raged on. Leia and Arwen’s Sonic Tournament was at a stalemate, and had now moved onto best of 39, and the elves had set up a standing order with the Lembas Pizza Delivery Service.
Elrond, however, had assembled as many of the popular book characters as he could. Haldir, Elladan, Elrohir, Beregond, Imrahil, Halbarad, Quickbeam, Rosie Cotton, Thorin Oakenshield, Radagast the Brown – even Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.
“Elves – men – dwarves – hobbits -” he began, “Istari - Ents-”
“Treebeard presents his apologies,” said Quickbeam, “He would have liked to have been here, but he’s still leading the Entmoot. Some of the Ents wanted to show photos from their latest holidays, so there’s no knowing how long it will last.”
“That’s quite all right,” said Elrond hurriedly, “Anyway, as I was saying – the situation is becoming desperate. Some of our main characters are missing; most of the others are distracted-” There was a loud cheer from the Games Room, and Leia yelling, “Best of 41! Best of 41!” Elrond shivered slightly. “There is something amiss in Middle-earth,” he said gravely, “Something is working against us. There may already be operatives from other fandoms here, plotting our downfall. Which is why I have called all you here.”
“Don’t worry, Father,” said Elrohir with a grin, “We’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
“I know you have,” said Elrond, “Now, I have tasks for all of you. Elladan, Elrohir, Imrahil, Halbarad, Goldberry – I want you to go to the Watching Dimensions, and try some marketing. Tom Bombadil will try to come up with a jingle.”
“Lord of the Rings, tis a fabby old fandom, its morals are deep and its ending random-”
“Thank you, Master Bombadil, but that’ll be fine. Now – Rosie, Beregond, Gildor, Dain – I want you to send the message to the rest of your races to keep an eye out for strange happenings. Radagast, Quickbeam – ask the animals and the trees. Haldir…” Elrond sighed heavily. “Yours is a very important mission. We must find Frodo and the others. I need you to form a group of elves to infiltrate other Fanverses and try to find them.”
Haldir nodded. “That’ll be fine. But we’ll need passes.”
Elrond, for the first time in his life, looked quite devious. “No we won’t. I recently received word from Aragorn and Legolas. They are fine, and in the Star Wars Fanverse. They got there through a plothole, caused by a Mary-Sue. That’s how everyone else is accessing each other’s Fanverses. There ought to be enough for you all to get into all Fanverses – Eru knows there are enough crossovers out there…”
“But…” said Haldir, “That’s illegal.”
One of Elrond’s eyebrows arched. “The other Fanverses can’t know that you’re there. This is the only way. Besides, it’s self-defence,” he added innocently.
Haldir grinned. “That’s fine with me.”
“Wait a moment,” said Halbarad, “Aragorn and Legolas are OK?”
“Yes.”
“They’re both in the Star Wars Universe?”
“Yes.”
“Then – who’s that in there cheering on Arwen and Leiagorn?”
Elrond grinned. This was a strange occurrence – several elves all grinning at once. “That’s what I aim to find out while you’re gone…”
It is a little-known but quickly-learned-when-it-happens-to-you lesson – never mess with elves.
I so loved writing that bit... FINALLY, LOTR is striking back.
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 1, 2005 16:46:55 GMT -5
Go LOTR! 'tis my second favourite fandom in this story...no, wait, 'tis my FAV Fandom in this story.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 3, 2005 11:19:54 GMT -5
What did you think was your favourite?
Trying to fit in Monty Python soon...
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