bunn: (canoeing)

And it is hot and I am eating ice lollies, although it's not so hot that I can't sit here wearing a thin fleece, which is About Right.  It's a pity it's horsefly season.

I have killed my laptop mouse yet again, and am having to operate with a touchpad until the new mouse comes.  I don't like it, it feels weird and unnaaaaaaaatural and horribly slow and fiddly.

Also I wrote yet another thing where people in Tol Eressea hang around after LOTR thinking 'we've run out of canon, what shall we do?  Eat cake and talk about canon again?  Why not?'
Even The Very Wise : 7367 words of Lalwen, Galadriel and Nerdanel chatting and eating cake.  Plus a phonecall with Fëanor.

bunn: (House of Fëanor)

Mereth Aderthad : Once More: With Feeling : 7687 words

Contains root vegetables, Elven politics, the powers of the princes of the Noldor, consideration of the Gimli Question, contrasting leadership styles among Elves, party planning, and background hobbits. Also, Maglor's thoughts on the whole 'when did Amrod die' issue, expressed somewhat forcefully.

Seeds of Lies: 10528 words
Maglor, returned to Aman with Elrond, makes new songs, gets drunk with Fingon and his aunt Lalwen, and runs into trouble with the Oath of Fëanor.

Not sure about the ending of this, but it was stupidly long already for a thing I didn't really mean to write.

Still rather surprised by the sudden appearance of all these words.  The problem with writing Fourth Age Aman is that you have pretty much the entire cast of the Silmarilion, plus Frodo and Bilbo.   So many characters, all with so much to say!

Come Home

Jun. 4th, 2017 12:54 am
bunn: (House of Fëanor)
In which Maglor and Elrond meet Maglor's mother Nerdanel, Finrod makes a miscalculation, Maglor is princely, and Elrond is amused. And Finarfin is reluctantly kingly, even when surprised in his gardening clothes.

Come Home 6450 words.

Apparently I cannot get enough of Maglor being embarrassed about kinslaying, Elrond gently winding him up, and Finrod complaining tolerantly about Feanorians.
bunn: (Smaug)
I unintentionally went on writing.  I don't know why.  I intended to finish writing Dead Feanor and the War of Wrath, then finish my old Arthurian story that has been sitting around for ages.   But Dead Feanor got to rather a gloomy bit that I seem to find difficult to finish, so instead I wrote some cheerier things:

Love, Politics and Pastries 6327 words of Elrond, newly arrived in the West, and Celebrían in Tol Eressëa, discussing the House of Fëanor as pastries, and the Breaking of the World.

Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima 5525 words in which Frodo Baggins and Maglor, son of Fëanor have a chance-encounter with Elrond's father on the shores of Tol Eressëa,  take him back to meet Elrond and talk about song and stories.   I suppose technically this is a post-LOTR story rather than a post-Silmarillion one, since Frodo has quite a large role, but I feel obscurely awkward about tagging it as LOTR.   And I think it would not make much sense to someone who has not read the Silmarillion, whereas surely everyone who has read the Silmarillion has also read LOTR.

There seems to be a lot of chat and drinking in this series and not much actually happening!
bunn: (Smaug)
In Avallónë by the Sea
5923 words of Maglor and Finrod rambling on about poetry, harp manufacture, first age Beleriand, Mandos, the current political situation in Tirion, hobbits, and whether kinslayers can be trusted.   Not sure why I wrote it tbh.  There must be some reason.  Perhaps it will lead to something less rambling later?

To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different
A trader out of Wilderland travels down Anduin to Osgiliath, and makes a stop at Lorien.  Also everyone is called Beorn.
500 word thing inspired by this line from Lord of the Rings, where Aragorn says “... light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath, and still did so until a few years ago...”  and then Boromir gives him a weird look because his definition of 'a few years ago' is a lot shorter.   
bunn: (canoeing)
Across so Wide a Sea : Words: 6272

Elrond, having arrived in Valinor at the end of the Third Age, goes to meet his mother, Elwing. Taking Maglor with him.
“Hmph. I suppose we can’t have him being beaten bloody on my doorstep.” Elwing said, unenthusiastically “Or killing someone.” Apparently Maglor was considered a random killer, like a biting dog. “Come in then, if you must.”

I suppose in date this is really post-Lord of the Rings,  but it's Silmarillion again in focus and personalities.
bunn: (House of Fëanor)

Fëanor in the Halls of Mandos
5243 words, gen.

Fëanor comes to the Halls of Mandos, meets Námo (Mandos), his father, his mother (it doesn't go too well), and eventually, Fingolfin.
Fëanor's point of view. Darker than the rest in this series, because neither Námo nor Fëanor is too happy about how things have turned out.

I'm still not convinced Fëanor did choose to go to the Halls of Mandos, because it just seems like the kind of place that he would absolutely hate.

I don't know when this turned into an All Silmarillion All The Time blog. I expect it will wear off eventually.

bunn: (canoeing)

A few months back I signed up for a Worldbuilding Exchange,  and got a brilliant assignment from [livejournal.com profile] starbrow full of chewy ideas like loyalty, working together, hope, competence, Light and Darkness and kinslaying...

Two Things I wrote )

bunn: (House of Fëanor)
My Fëanor story I wittered about previously has now morphed from just being the tale of Dead Fëanor zooming around invisible becoming increasingly infuriated, through How to Fill up 42 Years of War of Wrath, through to: Hey, while I'm at it, I could try to answer my various questions about the latter end of the Silmarillion, specifically:
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65,000 words and still there is absolutely shedloads of War of Wrath to go, AND I still need to decide what to do with Dead Fëanor, who is now frivolously bantering with Gandalf and bloody-mindedly refusing to be in a story with a proper ending to it.

Normally I can never write anything this long or anything like this fast, and to be honest, I never thought I would or could write Tolkien fanfic at all. It is all most odd.
bunn: (Paddle of Rebuke)
Pp, being a man with a keen appreciation of the things that are most important in my life, has bought me a late Christmas present of a pair of wellies!
They are Dunlop purofort wellies, which is the kind I had before, but these are the reinforced kind, so I hope will be a little more resistant to sharp tree-roots, sharp slates buried in mud,  unexpected lumps of granite and etcs than my previous pair.  Purofort is definitely worth paying for: these are both warmer than ordinary plastic wellies, and much more comfortable.  I walked a couple of miles in them today and they were FINE.

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The aftermath of a couple of miles walk in horrible mizzling rain:
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What else have I done this week?  Oh yes, we had lunch with my mother yesterday and I am stupidly behind on work as is fairly usual for December / January and really need to get my act together.   Despite this, and having resolved to work this weekend, I didn't.Read more... )
bunn: (Smaug)
Do any Tolkien fans have stern views about Dwarves and the War of Wrath?   Involved?  Not involved?  Innocent victims in the tragic ruins of Nogrod and Belegost?

(My Feanor story has got to the War of Wrath!  And somehow it is 27700 words and growing.   I am oscillating between 'this is so much fun!!!  Filling in all the details!!!'  (there appear to be almost zero canon details about the War of Wrath, and particularly about the Feanorians in it)  and 'what on earth am I doing???'  I am fairly sure there must be lots of other fanfic on this but I daren't read it yet or else I will become discouraged and never finish mine.    My roleplaying character Angruin is not in it, (except, possibly as a vague background figure). For some reason I feel vaguely embarrassed about including him as a named character.
bunn: (Kettlehat)
I just drove past the old railway embankment where the Terror Goat brought fear to Rosie and Brythen a couple of days ago, and can report that it has ESCAPED.  Its enormous shaggy form is now wandering free among the old mine buildings, munching on brambles and looking ridiculously smug.   If it jumped off the railway embankment then it has survived a 20ft fall, but I suppose that is nothing to a goat.
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In other news, I'm still writing that 'what if Feanor didn't go to the Halls of Mandos after his death' story, only it has sort of segued into the Silmarillion from the Feanorian point of view that I have vaguely thought of for years but had always thought would be too long and boring to write.  Apparently I am now writing it.  I can tell you are gripping your chairs with excitement :-D

In further random animal news, I have just stopped Yama Bungle cat from trying to climb up the chimney.  I don't know if he can actually get up there, but I'm not keen to find out that he can and has got stuck.  I guess this means he is feeling better. 
bunn: (Beach)
This was my favorite of the things I made for [livejournal.com profile] artfeverfest. The prompts were Female Pirate/Mermaid, with a suggestion that the mermaid might save the pirate from drowning, Also mentioned: a sunset sea, and scary old fashioned siren type mermaids. I got carried away and ended up writing some letters as well as making pictures. (Under the cut: large images, probably not ideal for mobile viewing).

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The perspective of the ship in the first pic is way off, but it kind of has to be to get everything in.  I'm not sure it was a good choice to do the text as a script font, but I tried it several ways and couldn't get it quite right.

Amalda's clothes are inspired by the historical pirate, Anne Bonny. The siren-mermaids were inspired by the oil painting "Ulysses and the Sirens" by Herbert James Draper, in which the sirens appear to grow legs as they come up out of the sea, and also by this Italian siren sculpture, where the siren (as often in old representations) is shown with two tails.

I have lots of thoughts about how Amalda became 'disreputable aunt Amalda' and how she left Uckfield and took to a life of piracy on the high seas, and possibly about her niece Jo, who will probably eventually run off to sea to join her.   I haven't written them down though.  Or not yet, anyway. 
bunn: (dog knotwork)
In the event of sudden overwhelming attack on, say, RAF Benson, by, say, the serpent-spawn of hell,  do you think that the crews of the Chinook and Puma helicopters stationed there would:

a) Attack the serpent-spawn, even though the helicopters are not really designed for that sort of thing  (and I am not sure if they are even armed with anything that would be likely to give serpent-spawn anything other than very momentary pause).

b) be used to evacuate and flee the base, assuming that they have maybe three hours notice, tops, and certainly would not be able to remove everyone living there.

You can assume that they are not getting any orders from the MOD.  I've already dealt with them.

Supplementary question inspired by [livejournal.com profile] dhampyresa :

In the event of serpent-spawn infesting London and the French using their nuclear submarines to attempt to put a stop to the serpent-spawn before it moves across the Channel,  how much of Northern France would become uninhabitable? 
bunn: (Smaug)
Except, at long last, it IS.   Or at least it is it is for the next 12 years.   After that, [livejournal.com profile] r_blackcat informs me that we will be expected to bring out the second edition. I'm imagining something leather-bound and gold-embossed, for suitable gravitas.  :-D

Tell me Heather, tell me,
Whether your leaves are summer-green?
Do your blooms hang lightly,
where my brother sleeps?
My beloved brother, my brother who forgives all?

Tell me, Memory, tell me,
How he threw in everything he had,
How he burned like a star?
As I foresaw, he took the dare
To risk our fate, the curse upon our lot

Finrod's Song  on Ao3

(it took me literally hours to format it all in three columns on Ao3, I am not going to try to replicate the effect on LJ, particularly as I suspect everyone interested here has already read one of the many beta versions. )
bunn: (Logres)
I got a rather charming drawing of Ambrosius from Sword at Sunset, for Sutcliff Swap.  I like it a lot.

I wrote one story for Sutcliff Swap this year  : There Will Be Commotions and Turbulent Times.  It is a late sixth-century Britain story, with Owain and Regina from Dawn Wind, plus Taliesin, who turned out to be visiting the area and donated the title. :-D

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I thought I'd finished this when I posted it to the Sutcliff Swap collection, but now I'm wondering if I want to write more about Taliesin.  He seems to be quite a strong personality.

And then I made a drawing :  "Hands off, My Friend" [On Ao3, with notes]
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bunn: (dog knotwork)
If you were walking somewhere long distance (a several day walk), and for some reason, you needed to take a hen with you, how long do you think you would be able to carry the hen before it would become pecky and wriggly and generally not keen on being carried?  How long do you think it would need to spend pecking and doing hen things before you could reasonably pick it up and carry it some more?

Would you stop and make a cage for your hen (you cannot buy a cage, civilisation has collapsed), or would it be easier to carry her on her own?  For that matter, could the hen walk, or would she need carrying?

I know nothing about hens, and although I am tempted, obtaining hens as a form of research seems a Step Too Far. 
bunn: (dog knotwork)
Twenty thousand words of careful knitting to make the Dumnonian bits of Eagle of the Ninth add up neatly to the existing proven archaeology, but they had to keep digging.

http://www.exeterexpressandecho.co.uk/Incredible-Roman-army-base-Exeter-crem-works/story-29186345-detail/story.html

But at least this is first century.  As long as they don't find anything second century, I can assume it was all abandoned.  *crosses fingers* 

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