First Annual Tig Party!!!!!

Started by Phoenix2,250 pages

Spoiler:
Author’s note – this is movie-verse, for reasons that will become apparent later on. There are spoilers for RotK, but if you haven’t seen it yet, where have you been?

Lord of the Rings and it’s characters belong to Tolkein, and any lines and events from the films belong to Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema. I own very little, except the excuse for a plot 😉

Don’t kill me if the lines or events or actions from the film aren’t right – it’s from memory!

Pippin regarded his too-large armour spread across the bed. ‘Guard of the Citadel’ was his title now, but he still felt too much like Peregrin Took of the Shire. He sighed, and glanced up to see Gandalf standing by the balcony door, gazing into the distance.
As the silence became uncomfortable, Pippin searched for a way to break it.
“So… I imagine this is just a ceremonial position… I mean, they don’t actually expect me to do any fighting… do they?”
Gandalf turned slightly towards the little Hobbit. “You’re in the service of the Steward now.” He gave a half-smile. “You’re going to have to do as you’re told, Peregrin Took, ‘Guard of the Citadel’…”
Pippin swallowed, took another look at his armour, then walked slowly over to the balcony. He could hear every sound – of his feet hitting the slabs, of Gandalf’s soft breathing, the dimmed murmur of the Citadel. “It’s so quiet,” he observed.
Gandalf turned to look once more over Mordor. “It’s the deep breath before the plunge,” he said, his face now grim.
Pippin leaned against the balcony railing, fighting down his fears and panic. “I don’t want to be in a battle,” he admitted, his voice quavering a little, “but being on the edge of one I can’t escape is even worse.”
Gandalf walked over to stand next to him, and Pippin had to tilt his head back to look up at him. “Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?”
“There was never much hope… just a fool’s hope.” Gandalf gave a soft, fleeting smile, then cast his worried eyes over the lands surrounding Minas Tirith. “Our Enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only Orcs, but Men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the south,” he explained. “Mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call.”
He closed his eyes momentarily.
“This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer-stroke will fall the hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defence of this city will be gone.”
Pippin smiled, shakily. “But we have the White Wizard, that's got to count for something…” he stopped, confused. “Gandalf?”
“Sauron has yet to release his deadliest servant. The one who will lead Mordor's armies in war.” He looked down at Pippin.
“The one they say no living Man can kill. The Witch-king of Angmar. You've met him before.”
Pippin shook his head, dazed and not understanding.
“He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop,” Gandalf explained. “He is the lord of the Nazgûl, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is his lair.”
Pippin blinked back tears and returned his eyes to Mordor.
Suddenly, the earth was shaking, the air screaming, and a pillar of light filled the sky.
Pippin leapt back, confused. His eyes searched Gandalf’s face for an answer, any answer, but no answer came. His eyes were dragged back to the pillar of light, and he wondered if Sauron had anything else in his keep…

~

A figure twisted in the dark room, restless in their sleep, lost in the dream.
“We are proud to fight along side men once more.”
A breeze, a scent of flowers, a featherlight kiss.
The sound of screaming. Men and boys, falling to the earth.
Summer trees, laughter, running deer.
An Orc running, an axe raised, a blow about to fall…
“NO!”
A scream, a yell, but this time heard with the ears, not within the mind. Tears, racing breath, and then footsteps…
“My Lady?”

Spoiler:
LotR MarySue - Randomly written as they occur to me

J Sauron’s daughter à blood-red hair, snapping black eyes.
J Commander of the Orc forces.
J Captured ((for some reason)) by Gondor’s men, brought before Gandalf for trial ((or whatever)). She says something like “Do whatever you feel you must. My father will avenge me.” Legolas ((or someone)) says, “Your father will not avenge you. You are nothing to him.” She glares at him and says, “I am his WORLD!” Gandalf says quietly, “No. Only the Ring.” Her head snaps round to look at him. “You’re wrong.” She says quietly but clearly, yanks free of her guards and runs ((maybe hijacks a Nazgul?))
J She returns to her father, who simply says, “You have failed me.” The orcs grab her and throw her out the Black Gates, while she cries and screams for her father. She wanders blankly for a few hours, then grabs a horse and rides to Gondor, planning to take them on herself and win back a place at her father’s side if she cannot have a place in his heart.
J “He didn’t even care enough to kill me.”

J REASON SHE IS CAPTURED
J In the battle, Orcs are beginning to lose. They are directionless and faltering. She snarls, “I don’t have time for this,” and spurs her mount onwards. She rides through her army, holding her sword up high. She suddenly swings her arm, throwing it round until her sword points at Gondor/Gondor’s Army and commands them to “MOVE!” She heads her army, and Gandalf sees her and orders that they capture her. “Take her and they all fall.”
J Her horse is shot from under her, she has two swords, whipping round in circles, kicking, laying men out, ducking blades and dodging blows. Still, she is hopelessly outnumbered, and cut-off from the rest of her army. One man gets behind her and grabs her upper arm and yanks it back. She screams with rage and pain and drops to her knees. She whips round, and knocks the legs out from under him, and is just spinning herself upright, flips her hair up and is grabbed at the shoulders and upper arms by two men. She fights like a wildcat, wrenching her shoulders and kicking her legs. Two more men grab her legs and she flails like a madbeast until someone uses the butt if his knife to knock her out. She goes limp and one man throws her over his shoulder.
J They reach Gandalf, and the man drops her to the floor like a sack of corn. She rolls, ending spreadeagled on the floor. Gandalf sweeps her hair from her face, revealing features too young and blossoming to be stained by such evil. A bruise is spreading over her left cheekbone and she has a cut across her right eyebrow and temple. Gandalf simply says, “It is she.” He passes a hand over face and says, “Awaken.” Her eyelids raise groggily, but as soon as she sees Gandalf, her eyebrows snap together, causing her cut to begin to bleed freely again. She jumps to her feet and adopts a defensive crouch, her eyes searching the room for exits. Gandalf says, “You are weaponless and outnumbered over a hundred to one within these walls. How do you hope to escape?” She draws herself up tall, head high and proud and says, “Do whatever you feel you must. My father will avenge me.” yada yada yada

J “I am adept at death. I do not rejoice in it.”

J “Why do you not arm your women? They will be raped, tortured and murdered, and you will not be here to protect them.”
“Women do not know one end of the sword from the other.”
She trips him up and presses a sword to his throat.
“I beg to differ.”

J Her mother named her Sirilian or something like that. When she was young, her mother was always distant from her, and the other Elves ignored her completely, as the shame upon Elvenkind that she is.
She fell in love with a young Lorien Elf named Haldir, but the other Elves taunted him and shamed him so much that he left her.
“Don’t you love me?”
“No.”
She leaves, bitter and broken, and Sauron senses this and calls her to Mordor. She comes to him there and he orders the orcs to treat her like royalty – she gets the best food, the best drink, the best armour, the best steed…
Apart from following her father’s wishes, she is free to do as she chooses.
Sauron wants to get rid of her former life, so renames her Sreya ((Ssreya, something like that.))

J When she arrives at Gondor to try and kill them all and win back her place with her father, Legolas and her have a major kickass fight. She hates him because, as she puts it, “I’m not like you! I cannot leave! I must stay here and rot with the filth of men!”
He screams, “Filth? FILTH!? You do not know the meaning of the word, you impure monster!” ((Hey, I know it’s crap, I’ll work on it later!))
He continues.
“You have taken and taken until you can take no more, than destroyed all you have left. I have lost too many of my kin, of my friends – ((names loadsa Elvish names)) Haldir! YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME!”
At this point, they are on the floor, and he punches her for every word. She kicks out at him, he rolls, she lands on top with a knife to his throat.
“Haldir!” she spits. “Do not say that name!”
He says, “Why? He is more worthy than you and your entire army!”
“Liar! Deceiver! I still remember, even after a hundred generations of Men ((or whatever)) – I will still remember after a thousand! He is a betrayer, a beast, a rotting CANCER!”
Her helmet is knocked off, and Legolas finally sees her Elf ears.
“You are not… Sirilian?”
She hits him. “Silence! Sirilian is dead! Only Sreya remains!”

J STRUCTURE OF STORY – bit like Tria-HP Fic – Interlude, Chapter, Interlude… etc.
J Interludes are all of Sirilian/Sreya’s life, specifically her childhood, her betrayal by Haldir and her early years of Mordor.
J One of the final scenes is a dream. Haldir comes to her, tells her that he always loved her and never meant to hurt her. She asks, “Where are you?” and he says “In Valinor. When you’re time has come, I will be waiting for you… my world.”
((A/N. I know it’s sappy, but it has been pointed out that my characters are so angsty and suicidal that at least one deserves a happy ending!))

J In the dream, Haldir asks her to join with Gandalf/Legolas etc. “For me?”

J After Haldir comes to her in a dream ((she has been trapped in Gondor at this time)), they finally ask her if she will join them ((as she now hates her father for using her so)) she says, “Yes. For Haldir.”

J At the battle at the Black Gates, after Aragorn, Gandalf etc have ridden out and returned, and the Orc Army has come out, she rides clear of the Gondor men, turns to the Orcs and screams “Who dares challenge me!? Not one of you dares to face me!!” (( or something)) One of the orcs comes to meet her, and she beats him. Another tries, same thing. Two come at once, and get one cut on her, and she lays him out. She places a hand to the wound, holds it up to reveal blood. Seeing this, the Orcs run to meet them… yadayadyada, I’ll fill it in after I’ve seen RotK again…

Big theme of nothing –
“You are nothing to me.”
“You are nothing to him.”
“What do you see?” “Nothing.”
“I feel nothing!”
“She is nothing to me.”
“She is nothing.”
“She is a nothing.”
“Do you hear me?” “I hear nothing.”
“You are nothing.”
“You can do nothing to me.”
“You can do nothing.”
“There is nothing.”
“There is nothing here for me.”
“There is nothing left.”
“There is nothing left for me here.”
“There is nothing left for me.”
“There is nothing to fear.”
“There is nothing I fear.”
“I fear nothing.”
“There is nothing to feel.”
“There is nothing left to take.”
“There is nothing left for me to feel.”
“There is nothing left for you to take.”
“There is nothing left of me.”
“What was left?” “Nothing.”

At some point says “I will not see Mordor fall!” then, when she has switched to Gandalf’s side, and is fighting the Orcs, one of the Orcs slashes her across the eyes – so she LITERALLY does not see Mordor fall!

Spoiler:
LOTR MARY SUE – INTERLUDES

Ideas

Weapons practice when in Lorien – all the other Elves are repulsed by her, so she must occupy herself in solitary activities. She is practicing archery, and hits the centre every time. Haldir comes to her and says, “You have much skill.” She replies. “I am adept at death. I do not rejoice in it.”

Dream
She is lying in a meadow of grass and sweet-scented flowers. She is in the warm arms of Haldir.
She says, “Is this death?”
“No. It is life.”
“Why am I here?”
“There are things you need to know.”
“What things?”
“Let me show you.”
“How?”
“Take my hand.”
In a breath, they have landed, feet bare, on stone, molten rock and the dirt of a battlefield.
“This is what awaits Middle-Earth if Sauron remains undefeated.”
The heat of flames and stench of death reaches them on the breeze. Fangorn Forest has fallen, its trees burnt. The corpses of Men, Horses, Elves, Dwarves and Halflings are mixed indiscriminately on a pyre.
She turns. An emaciated figure, dressed in rags is ripping meat off the corpses, stuffing some to its lips and some in a rotting leather bag at its waist. Its hair is in tangles, so dark with grease it is impossible to tell what colour it truly is. An Orc cry is heard nearby. Its head snaps up. She sees its black eyes – identical to her own. The Orcs arrive, blades drawn, and it flees.
Haldir says, quietly, “That is the fate that awaits you, if your Father achieves his will.”
“What must I do?”
“There is no must. You will make the choice, or you will not. I will not force you.”
“How can I stop him?”
“By joining with Gondor’s forces. By riding out to meet him.”
“NO!”
“Will you not do this? For me?”
“You said you would not force me.”
“And to that pledge I hold. At the end, it is your choice. It is always your choice.”
“Then I choose. I choose to face Him down. I choose to fight… for you. Always for you.”
He smiles, and holds out his hand to her. As she takes it, the world fades away, to be replaced by shining, pure light.
As the light slowly fades, they are back in the meadow. He is stroking her hair. He runs a hand down the side of her face. He looks deep into her eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. I was a fool to listen to the others. They made me ashamed of loving you.”
She looks away, but he brings her head back ‘til she meets his eyes.
“You thought I stopped loving you. I never did. I loved you when I first laid my eyes on you, I loved you as I made you hate me, I loved you even through our lifetimes apart.”
She asks, “Where are you?”
“In Valinor ((or Aman, or the Undying lands or whatever)). When your time has come, I will be waiting for you… my world.”
He puts his hand gently under her chin, and tilts her head up. He gently kisses her on the lips as they both close their eyes…
And she awakes, in the cold and pain of Gondor.

DrEAMS SHOULD BE AN UNDERLYING THEME – LOTS OF DREAMS WITH HALDIR – SHE SEES HIM DIE IN HER DREAMS, SHE IS WITH HIM (SPIRITUALLY) AT HELMS DEEP

the funny J's are bullet points when they are in a word document... 😉

what doesn't make sense to you? cos it's from my brain, and therefore senseless... 😉

well, i gtg guys. I wil see you all later. happy valentines day if i'm back before tehn 😍 I luv u all lots! *hugs* bye 🙂 🙂 🙂 I'm off to dinner with my family for V-day. BYe

Originally posted by Phoenix
Spoiler:
Author’s note – this is movie-verse, for reasons that will become apparent later on. There are spoilers for RotK, but if you haven’t seen it yet, where have you been?

Lord of the Rings and it’s characters belong to Tolkein, and any lines and events from the films belong to Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema. I own very little, except the excuse for a plot 😉

Don’t kill me if the lines or events or actions from the film aren’t right – it’s from memory!

Pippin regarded his too-large armour spread across the bed. ‘Guard of the Citadel’ was his title now, but he still felt too much like Peregrin Took of the Shire. He sighed, and glanced up to see Gandalf standing by the balcony door, gazing into the distance.
As the silence became uncomfortable, Pippin searched for a way to break it.
“So… I imagine this is just a ceremonial position… I mean, they don’t actually expect me to do any fighting… do they?”
Gandalf turned slightly towards the little Hobbit. “You’re in the service of the Steward now.” He gave a half-smile. “You’re going to have to do as you’re told, Peregrin Took, ‘Guard of the Citadel’…”
Pippin swallowed, took another look at his armour, then walked slowly over to the balcony. He could hear every sound – of his feet hitting the slabs, of Gandalf’s soft breathing, the dimmed murmur of the Citadel. “It’s so quiet,” he observed.
Gandalf turned to look once more over Mordor. “It’s the deep breath before the plunge,” he said, his face now grim.
Pippin leaned against the balcony railing, fighting down his fears and panic. “I don’t want to be in a battle,” he admitted, his voice quavering a little, “but being on the edge of one I can’t escape is even worse.”
Gandalf walked over to stand next to him, and Pippin had to tilt his head back to look up at him. “Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?”
“There was never much hope… just a fool’s hope.” Gandalf gave a soft, fleeting smile, then cast his worried eyes over the lands surrounding Minas Tirith. “Our Enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only Orcs, but Men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the south,” he explained. “Mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call.”
He closed his eyes momentarily.
“This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer-stroke will fall the hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defence of this city will be gone.”
Pippin smiled, shakily. “But we have the White Wizard, that's got to count for something…” he stopped, confused. “Gandalf?”
“Sauron has yet to release his deadliest servant. The one who will lead Mordor's armies in war.” He looked down at Pippin.
“The one they say no living Man can kill. The Witch-king of Angmar. You've met him before.”
Pippin shook his head, dazed and not understanding.
“He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop,” Gandalf explained. “He is the lord of the Nazgûl, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is his lair.”
Pippin blinked back tears and returned his eyes to Mordor.
Suddenly, the earth was shaking, the air screaming, and a pillar of light filled the sky.
Pippin leapt back, confused. His eyes searched Gandalf’s face for an answer, any answer, but no answer came. His eyes were dragged back to the pillar of light, and he wondered if Sauron had anything else in his keep…

~

A figure twisted in the dark room, restless in their sleep, lost in the dream.
“We are proud to fight along side men once more.”
A breeze, a scent of flowers, a featherlight kiss.
The sound of screaming. Men and boys, falling to the earth.
Summer trees, laughter, running deer.
An Orc running, an axe raised, a blow about to fall…
“NO!”
A scream, a yell, but this time heard with the ears, not within the mind. Tears, racing breath, and then footsteps…
“My Lady?”

and I'm not really sure where to go from here...

the ending is too aprubt...

and I want her to

Spoiler:
sweep along a corridor, cape a-flowing, kneel before sauron and ask his orders, and he tells her to take her remaining Orcs that are ready for battle o fight against Gondor
but I don't know how to get there subtley

Oh cool was that the fic that you we were helpin' ya with?

Whoo, those are cool! But I've said that before, oh well, can I feed your ego?

Spoiler:
okies, how does this look... ((making it up as I go along 😉))

A figure twisted in the dark room, restless in their sleep, lost in the dream.
“We are proud to fight along side men once more.”
A breeze, a scent of flowers, a featherlight kiss.
The sound of screaming. Men and boys, falling to the earth.
Summer trees, laughter, running deer.
An Orc running, an axe raised, a blow about to fall…

“NO!”
A scream, a yell, but this time heard with the ears, not within the mind. Tears, racing breath, and then footsteps…
“My Lady?”
No reply.
"My Lady...? M-my Lord awaits you..."

~

A cape flapping in the wake of a striding, commanding form.
The double doors flung wide, a howling wind streaming through them.
The helmet swept off, a slender shape kneeling...
"Lord Saron, what do you command?"
You will take your Orcs and ride to Gondor... You will sway the battle...
"My Lord, they are not ready! They-"
You have your orders... My daughter...

~

She walked, as if in a trance, almost floating to the balcony outside her rooms. The dreams... they were coming every night now... so vivid...
She took a deep, shuddering breath. Without knowing how, she knew that he was gone... that dream had been a true one...
And it was her father's doing...

okies, thats the idea I've just jotted down VERY quickly... what do you think...?

YAY! Cool, very cool. WRITE MORE! (or I will be maaaaad...) 😉

cool

Whow
Great text, Phoe... hope you write more on it...

Ok bye everybody see you next friday...

*sniff* Bye, Exa!

I've really got to be going soon... got to feed the cats... then go to bed...

*sniff* Bye, Phoe! *sniff* I'm being left all alooooone... *walks around dejectedly*

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