Shalom, mellyn-nin! Update: You may have noticed that I haven't been on for a while. As in, a very long while. This is because I was on a very long holiday. I didn't expect I would return. In fact, I mean not to. Translation: I was taking a break from Scratch. I expect I never shall /really/ get back to it, but I'll try to post more on DoME. (Don't expect anything for a good long while on that Wingfeather-Keeper crossover idea I had a while ago.) Basically, I'm focusing more on my own original writing, which means cutting back on fanfics. Especially those in fandoms that I find no actual value (or quality, though that's a matter of opinion) in. (KotLC. This isn't true for WS or any of Tolkien's universe.) However, I'd hate to leave you completely hanging, and have thus resolved that DoME shall continue, but not as a short story series, more as a platform for all my random Tolkien ramblings. (There are a lot.) Thus, I present to you the latest installment in DoME. It is even (actually, far) worse than the last installment in terms of canon compliance. (I might recall claiming that the last installment actually made sense: I'm too lazy to check if I did, but let it be known that it doesn't, and I know it. go AU fluff though :) ) As in, what lies before you is a complete, world-changing AU, unedited from when I first scribbled it down about a month ago. (because it's 11 PM as I type this and I'm tired.) C(T?)W: orc blood and severing of limbs (no details) Maybe minor spoiler alert for LotR? no further than chapter 2 of Fellowship though. Anyhow, let us commence! ok so I know this doesn't fit with like anything, BUT imagine the Isildur-Elrond Orodruin scene, right? The Elrond's like 'buddy. just toss in the ring and we won't have to deal with this anymore. Please?' Isildur: No. and Then Galadriel just marches in sword drawn and covered in orc blood, she is too honestly, she's tired from the battle, if she was human her throat would be hoarse from shouting. (maybe not 100% canon but do I care?) She's so done at this point, honestly. She points her sword at Isildur. "Drop it." Isildur is terrified, even more so than he was fighting Sauron (to be fair though Sauron was from what I understand lying on the ground, near dead, and Isildur cuts off his finger, and that's basically his only contribution to the fight.) He doesn't do it though. He says again, though less forcefully and way more terrified: "No?" Galadriel cuts off his hand and kicks it into the volcano. Everyone's staring at her in shock. Isildur starts whimpering. She shrugs. "Look, my cousin did it to Maedhros to save his life. You just did it to kill Sauron. I'm doing it to save Middle-Earth. You coulda just dropped it, you know." They hear Barad-dur crashing to the ground. The lava starts to bubble higher. "So, you wanna get away from the volcano, maybe get him some medical attention or something? Pretty sure it's gonna erupt soon." Elrond is staring at her, and Isildur's cradling his cut off arm. Neither seem to have registered what she said. Galadriel shrugs. "Well, I'm getting out." She walks off. A few minutes later, the other two come running out, realizing that the volcano is, indeed, about to erupt. (also, the hand she cut off was the one holding the ring, if that wasn't clear) *bows* anyway, I don't know. This makes little sense, I just thought it was... funny? In a Edgar Allen Poe sort of way. Whatever.
Credit to Tolkien for the world, Peter Jackson for the cover picture, and Jesus Christ for the breath in my lungs and people in my head. Please don't expect any of the later installments to make that much more sense. I don't think I'll do more than one or two actual short stories, most of them will probably be more like this. I do very much intend to carry through on that Boromir and Faramir one, though... And to post more than just annually. (sorry) Anyhow, have a great night/day! Fell deeds awake or something! Now for sleep! Now for bedtime! And a hopeful dawn! Forth tired folk!
