WIP meme, part 2
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la_samtyrRemember this meme from Saturday?:
Post a sentence/paragraph/snippet from every wip of your own that you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.
Feel free to prod me about any of these? XD
Since I didn't have the time to do it then, I'm doing it now. Sadly, most of my work is still on the old hd(s), so they are mostly inaccessible (that, and I cannot convert Word to Office) -- which means that the majority of these are LotR. *However*, I did manage to find a couple of other snippets, so I will post those first.
Rome:
I looked around the small chamber, trying to see in the dim light. A young boy who seemed about my age was asleep on a large divan.
"You will take care of him." I looked up at the older man. "He is the youngest of the royal princes and he is very sickly. It is believed he will not live very long."
Original, Sci-fi:
The kits were wildly excited at this and Durek wished he hadn't made the offer. Still, it would be good for them to study the new interrogation techniques that were being used. Durek felt the old methods were too crude and rough to use on the delicate humans. It often created severe mental trauma, which was never forgotten. That in itself was odd, since humans were very backward and seldom remembered much of anything. In his opinion, the humans became too traumatised by their hidden memories, which led to premature termination.
[["now then, we have worked on new techniques which will be demonstrated today. as you can see, this machine has been built to resemble what the humans call 'an MRI machine'. of course, this is so that if the humans should start to wake up, they will perceive this as a familiar surrounding and be less frightened. further, we have a selection of 'disguises' to shift into, so that the humans will not see us in our natural form, as in the past but as fellow humans. are there any questions?"]]
Original, WW1:
They hurriedly shoved Stan in the front seat, where he seemed more protected from the elements, and they both stood on the running board, clinging to the wet umbrella-like roof. The car finally jolted to a halt beside a partially ruined barn where a crude field hospital had been set up and they carried Stan inside.
"Put him down over there." The doctor in charge motioned them to a rickety table that was being hurriedly scrubbed with cold water in a vain attempt at sterilization. They cautiously laid Stan on it, noticing how the table shuddered under his slender frame. Stan moaned slightly but made no other movement. The doctor quickly cut the bandage away from Stan's knee, frowning as he did so.
"I'm afraid the leg has to go, boys. There's no other way. Sorry."
***The LotR section starts here***
"Lessons":
Elrond braced himself for the coming lecture, for Thranduil’s passion for treasure was exceeded only by his love of breeding. Elrond privately thought that Thranduil would have followed the human tradition of harems if he thought the other elf kingdoms would accept it.
"Adventure":
Thranduil waited in the healing rooms as the travelers were brought inside and laid gently on a cot. He sighed, for the arrows were tainted with a new strain of poison that had been rendered even deadlier by the addition of spider venom. The yrch were intelligent and clever in their own way and even though such ideas would seem beyond their reasoning, no elf dared to underestimate their malice.
"Lost":
"You must keep hope, Elrond. Your sons..."
"My sons are dead and the sooner I accept that, the better." Elrond looked broodingly out of the great window. "I hope they did not suffer long. They were so little, so sweet."
"Elfling":
"That will not be necessary, my lord." Haldir permitted himself an arrogant smile. "None of my partners have ever needed to be restrained -- unless they beg me for it, of course."
"B'day" (2a):
“I will not do this! I will not!” Galadriel's voice was strident now. “I will choose a mate of my own, and I will have a son, who will be in line for the kingship.”
“You have much to learn, Galadriel.” Melian studied her somberly. “Things do not happen as you will them, and the line of High Kings is cursed. They will not end well.”
"Songfic":
“Not very much,” Legolas replied. Thranduil had little good to say about any of the Noldor, and even less about their last high king and the battle that had cost his own beloved father's life. But somehow he had managed to keep his dislike in check long enough to keep a truce with them. “I know of the Lay, and a few others.”
"Variations":
“I think a lead would be a nice touch,” Elrond agreed. “You see how easy it is to control a Pet with the right sort of adornments.”
“Will you let us play with him, ada?” The other twin spoke eagerly. “He seems quiet enough now.”
"Lindon Baths":
“Well, we may enjoy the quiet while it lasts.” The High King reached for a nearby bottle of cool wine and poured some into a goblet. “Help yourself, Oropher.”
“Thank you, Gil.” Oropher felt uneasy about moving closer to the Noldor but he had no good reason to refuse. He slid over and poured himself a small glass.
"Prezzie #3":
Glorfindel moaned, scarcely able to believe that he had been wounded so by a mere child. Why had he let his guard down so? But then, he hadn't imagined the boy would be clever enough to fight back or be such a skilled fighter. Groaning with pain, Glorfindel struggled to his knees, breathing hard and holding the knife so it did not turn any further. He needed to get away now, if he could, for he had no wish to be taken prisoner by the Sindar.
"Prezzie #2A":
“We will meet them at banquet then.” Oropher nuzzled Celeborn's neck, licking daintily at his cousin's slender throat. “They are only Noldor; let Thingol meet them. He is king; it is his duty.”
"Prezzie #2":
“Your majesty.” One of the counselors spoke tentatively. “Your majesty -- if we are to prepare for a wedding, there is little time to lose.”
Well, at least it appeared that no-one was going to argue with him; though just this once Thranduil would have welcomed a debate over his decision. Perhaps they thought him mad, or enchanted -- but he knew he was neither.
Post a sentence/paragraph/snippet from every wip of your own that you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.
Feel free to prod me about any of these? XD
Since I didn't have the time to do it then, I'm doing it now. Sadly, most of my work is still on the old hd(s), so they are mostly inaccessible (that, and I cannot convert Word to Office) -- which means that the majority of these are LotR. *However*, I did manage to find a couple of other snippets, so I will post those first.
Rome:
I looked around the small chamber, trying to see in the dim light. A young boy who seemed about my age was asleep on a large divan.
"You will take care of him." I looked up at the older man. "He is the youngest of the royal princes and he is very sickly. It is believed he will not live very long."
Original, Sci-fi:
The kits were wildly excited at this and Durek wished he hadn't made the offer. Still, it would be good for them to study the new interrogation techniques that were being used. Durek felt the old methods were too crude and rough to use on the delicate humans. It often created severe mental trauma, which was never forgotten. That in itself was odd, since humans were very backward and seldom remembered much of anything. In his opinion, the humans became too traumatised by their hidden memories, which led to premature termination.
[["now then, we have worked on new techniques which will be demonstrated today. as you can see, this machine has been built to resemble what the humans call 'an MRI machine'. of course, this is so that if the humans should start to wake up, they will perceive this as a familiar surrounding and be less frightened. further, we have a selection of 'disguises' to shift into, so that the humans will not see us in our natural form, as in the past but as fellow humans. are there any questions?"]]
Original, WW1:
They hurriedly shoved Stan in the front seat, where he seemed more protected from the elements, and they both stood on the running board, clinging to the wet umbrella-like roof. The car finally jolted to a halt beside a partially ruined barn where a crude field hospital had been set up and they carried Stan inside.
"Put him down over there." The doctor in charge motioned them to a rickety table that was being hurriedly scrubbed with cold water in a vain attempt at sterilization. They cautiously laid Stan on it, noticing how the table shuddered under his slender frame. Stan moaned slightly but made no other movement. The doctor quickly cut the bandage away from Stan's knee, frowning as he did so.
"I'm afraid the leg has to go, boys. There's no other way. Sorry."
***The LotR section starts here***
"Lessons":
Elrond braced himself for the coming lecture, for Thranduil’s passion for treasure was exceeded only by his love of breeding. Elrond privately thought that Thranduil would have followed the human tradition of harems if he thought the other elf kingdoms would accept it.
"Adventure":
Thranduil waited in the healing rooms as the travelers were brought inside and laid gently on a cot. He sighed, for the arrows were tainted with a new strain of poison that had been rendered even deadlier by the addition of spider venom. The yrch were intelligent and clever in their own way and even though such ideas would seem beyond their reasoning, no elf dared to underestimate their malice.
"Lost":
"You must keep hope, Elrond. Your sons..."
"My sons are dead and the sooner I accept that, the better." Elrond looked broodingly out of the great window. "I hope they did not suffer long. They were so little, so sweet."
"Elfling":
"That will not be necessary, my lord." Haldir permitted himself an arrogant smile. "None of my partners have ever needed to be restrained -- unless they beg me for it, of course."
"B'day" (2a):
“I will not do this! I will not!” Galadriel's voice was strident now. “I will choose a mate of my own, and I will have a son, who will be in line for the kingship.”
“You have much to learn, Galadriel.” Melian studied her somberly. “Things do not happen as you will them, and the line of High Kings is cursed. They will not end well.”
"Songfic":
“Not very much,” Legolas replied. Thranduil had little good to say about any of the Noldor, and even less about their last high king and the battle that had cost his own beloved father's life. But somehow he had managed to keep his dislike in check long enough to keep a truce with them. “I know of the Lay, and a few others.”
"Variations":
“I think a lead would be a nice touch,” Elrond agreed. “You see how easy it is to control a Pet with the right sort of adornments.”
“Will you let us play with him, ada?” The other twin spoke eagerly. “He seems quiet enough now.”
"Lindon Baths":
“Well, we may enjoy the quiet while it lasts.” The High King reached for a nearby bottle of cool wine and poured some into a goblet. “Help yourself, Oropher.”
“Thank you, Gil.” Oropher felt uneasy about moving closer to the Noldor but he had no good reason to refuse. He slid over and poured himself a small glass.
"Prezzie #3":
Glorfindel moaned, scarcely able to believe that he had been wounded so by a mere child. Why had he let his guard down so? But then, he hadn't imagined the boy would be clever enough to fight back or be such a skilled fighter. Groaning with pain, Glorfindel struggled to his knees, breathing hard and holding the knife so it did not turn any further. He needed to get away now, if he could, for he had no wish to be taken prisoner by the Sindar.
"Prezzie #2A":
“We will meet them at banquet then.” Oropher nuzzled Celeborn's neck, licking daintily at his cousin's slender throat. “They are only Noldor; let Thingol meet them. He is king; it is his duty.”
"Prezzie #2":
“Your majesty.” One of the counselors spoke tentatively. “Your majesty -- if we are to prepare for a wedding, there is little time to lose.”
Well, at least it appeared that no-one was going to argue with him; though just this once Thranduil would have welcomed a debate over his decision. Perhaps they thought him mad, or enchanted -- but he knew he was neither.
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