[LotR crossover] Of Ents and Orcs (PG)
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A triple LotR crossover drabble.
He walked in the woods and talked with his friends of the way the wind moved their needles, of the mist that clung to the mountains, of the owls that hunted the mice who lived amidst their roots. He dipped his toes in the lake among the crabapples and mays and thought his long slow thoughts through their quick chatter. And when he tired of them, he planted himself on the rock overlooking the waterfall for a season and watched the meltwater from the two peaks turn white. Swift-water-white-water-falling-falling he calls it, and a great many names besides. It was his favourite place. He had not been there for a decade or three. Five, at the most.
The roar and crackle of a forest fire was his cry when he crested the pass, the crash of a thousand trees felled by a single stroke! Smoke rose from the sawmill in the valley and curled around his branches. Foul orc stuff choked the mossy clearing where drifts of anemones once marked the passing of winter. And atop the waterfall, what was left of it – the very water had been stolen! – squatted a great building fashioned from the limbs of his friends.
The wrath of his kind is slow to build but slow, too, to quench. He sang all the many names of his lost friends before he listened to the news brought by the wind in his branches, news of an orc-child straying in the forest. It never finds its way home, and it’s just the first. Some feed the saplings, others leave only their wits behind them. Soon the two legs speak of a curse, of an ancient evil awakened in the woods. Ancient he is, yes, but he tastes the sawmill soot on his bark and calls it justice.
The Lord of the Rings/Twin Peaks crossover. For those unfamiliar with the latter, before & after shots of the falls
11 February 2014
He walked in the woods and talked with his friends of the way the wind moved their needles, of the mist that clung to the mountains, of the owls that hunted the mice who lived amidst their roots. He dipped his toes in the lake among the crabapples and mays and thought his long slow thoughts through their quick chatter. And when he tired of them, he planted himself on the rock overlooking the waterfall for a season and watched the meltwater from the two peaks turn white. Swift-water-white-water-falling-falling he calls it, and a great many names besides. It was his favourite place. He had not been there for a decade or three. Five, at the most.
The roar and crackle of a forest fire was his cry when he crested the pass, the crash of a thousand trees felled by a single stroke! Smoke rose from the sawmill in the valley and curled around his branches. Foul orc stuff choked the mossy clearing where drifts of anemones once marked the passing of winter. And atop the waterfall, what was left of it – the very water had been stolen! – squatted a great building fashioned from the limbs of his friends.
The wrath of his kind is slow to build but slow, too, to quench. He sang all the many names of his lost friends before he listened to the news brought by the wind in his branches, news of an orc-child straying in the forest. It never finds its way home, and it’s just the first. Some feed the saplings, others leave only their wits behind them. Soon the two legs speak of a curse, of an ancient evil awakened in the woods. Ancient he is, yes, but he tastes the sawmill soot on his bark and calls it justice.
The Lord of the Rings/Twin Peaks crossover. For those unfamiliar with the latter, before & after shots of the falls
11 February 2014
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Date: 12/02/2014 15:19 (UTC)I'm intrigued by where you hoped it might be going. Is there any chance of a follow-up?
One Twin Peaks crossover I have always longed to read is the one at the top of this page. I fear it cannot live up to the title, but the concept inspires me.
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Date: 12/02/2014 15:57 (UTC)His cry was a shaft of sunshine slicing through the forest canopy: it pierced the barrier between worlds. As he howled his mourning on the winds, the crack grew wider, wider, till things could slither through it into the woods, things that had not been part of the song and to which Eru had given no name. And names they took from the two-legged orcs that had despoiled the place, short sharp names for their sly spiteful natures.
It was long before he noticed. He had sung all the many names of his lost friends when the wind in his branches carried whispers, whispers that the owls no longer hunted mice alone.
Albert/Soolin is a fascinating notion; if they could be made to meet they might have a lot in common. TP fandom always seems to assume Albert's gay; I don't think I've seen a single female partner for him before.
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Date: 12/02/2014 20:48 (UTC)I don't think that was what Albert meant by "I love you, Sheriff Truman", but I can see that he's easy to read as gay. I love him, whatever he is.
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Date: 13/02/2014 16:08 (UTC)I'd love to see someone write Albert as asexual; Albert/Sherlock, with them both ace, perhaps?
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Date: 13/02/2014 16:44 (UTC)Talking of asexuality and of
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