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TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Triptune » Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:40 am

Okay, kidsters. We are officially online and fully operational. :D *Blows up Alderaan*
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Re: TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Meriadoc Brandybuck » Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:42 am

Yay! So, should we follow the storyline like Cap'n did for the story or should we do something completely new and different?
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Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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Re: TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Triptune » Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:44 am

I don't know. I personally like filling in story gaps that were not explored in depth. Like for instance, Gandalf's whole jouney to and from Minas Tirith in FOTR.
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Re: TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Triptune » Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:46 am

Ok, Alatar Maia had another thread set up for the same purpose and posted a lot more. I copied and Pasted here.
Okay, so this is basically a thread where the members are doing their own version of The Fellowship and all the other books. So, I can start the story and then someone else can continue it with what they think should happen. But we NEED TO KEEP IT ALONG THE ORIGINAL STORYLINES. Thanks to Cap'nAlexParker for giving me the idea in the first place.

Chapter 1-Shire
Merry and Pippin were sitting by the Brandybuck River when Pipin said, "Hey. Merry!"
"What, Pippin?"
"D'you want to get some mushrooms from Farmer Maggot's field?"
"Ooh, yes! His are the best!"
and they set off.

I am just starting with a little bit because I don't know if anyone else will post
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Re: TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Meriadoc Brandybuck » Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:48 am

Ok let's go there and write, this can be our discussion thread for collaborating on stuff for it.
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Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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Re: TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Meriadoc Brandybuck » Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:25 pm

So I had a thought- if we wanted to deviate from the original plot, the two hobbits could set out on a journey of their own to do something, not sure what yet. We could make this so it's after the books, or parallel to that time frame but with different results/same results with a different plot. Just a random idea I came up with while writing the latest part, when I had them run through an unfamiliar field.
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Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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Re: TDT LOTR Collab

Postby Meriadoc Brandybuck » Mon Apr 02, 2012 5:05 pm

So I took the story in a bit of a different direction on Pages on my iPad, and this is what I came up with. I copied and pasted the story up to my last post on the collab, let me know what you think.

Chapter 1-Shire
Merry and Pippin were sitting by the Brandybuck River when Pippin said, "Hey. Merry!"
"What, Pippin?"
"D'you want to get some mushrooms from Farmer Maggot's field?"
"Ooh, yes! His are the best!"
and they set off.

Pippin and Merry crept along through the reeds at the edge of the riverbank until the ground under their feet turned from mud to tilled soil. The reeds became cornstalks, and they scrambled over the dirty white fence at the edge of the field.
"Pip, get the bag. I spy me some nice carrots over there."
"And cabbages!" Pippin exclaimed, trying to whisper.
Merry grinned mischievously and led him through the rustling stalks to the little garden patch.

The mud seeped between the friend's toes. A semi-distant growling of a dog put their march to a temporary standstill.
Although the Brandybucks and Tooks are awful sneakers, that won't keep them from trying. After the menacing growl died away, the two conspirators continued their march through the cornstalks. The dirt muffled footsteps amazingly well, and Farmer Maggot's dirt is surprisingly soft and fertile.

"Did you hear that, Merry?" Pippin whispered urgently.
"Yes Pip, so we'd best hurry now." Merry replied as the recently faded growl became a howl and then several howls. He handed Pippin a bag and began hastily stuffing carrots into his own. Pippin scrambled through the neat dirt rows, shoveling random vegetables into the bag. The howls increased in frequency and soon the pair could hear the dogs coming, crashing through the cornfield and cutting off the way they had come. "Run Merry, run!" Pippin exclaimed, still trying to express himself quietly. The two hobbits took off, tearing through a different field, one they hadn't been through before. This field was one of wheat, and they didn't have much interest in the grains. Trampling stalks this way and that, Merry and Pippin flew through the dirt in record time. Despite their quick pace, the heavy bags slowed them down and the dogs bounded ever closer, howling as they came.

"Quick, Merry, this way!" Pippin cried, no longer quiet. Merry didn't bother shushing him, and followed him through the wheat field, the two hobbits running as fast as their short legs could carry them. Suddenly the ground beneath their feet turned hard and rocky, and the wheat became mingled with thorny bushes. The hobbits had to slow down, but they didn't mind because the dogs had not only stopped following them but they also still had their bags of contraband vegetables. When the wheat had completely disappeared and the bushes were the dominant vegetation, they stopped walking and looked around, almost hopelessly lost.

"What do we do now, Merry?" Pippin asked anxiously. "We're lost."

"I don't know, Pip. I just don't know. Let's have a look around while we're here. It's almost time for elevenses, and we could have a picnic." Merry replied, his eyes glittering as he thought about the food they had with them. Pippin nodded and gazed around at the unfamiliar land. "Why, Merry, I think we're on the outside of Bree. Look, there's the river, and the inn. I think we ought to go see how their beer is shaping up this season."
Merry grinned and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Sounds grand. Let's go have a little taste, shall we?" And with that Merry set off in the direction of the town, confident in his abilities to navigate the terrain. Pippin hurried after him, struggling to balance the bag on his back and keep up with Merry's eager pace at the same time. The hobbits scrambled over the rocky grasslands, not noticing the fact that they looked unusually bare of flora and fauna. All they could think about was the desired ale at the inn. However, as they drew near to the town they began to see the difference.

"Where is everyone?" Merry wondered aloud, looking around quizzically at the slightly burnt houses on the outskirts of the village. Pip didn't say anything, but merely stared with his mouth open. The houses were devoid of life and some were half-destroyed, showing evidence of a struggle there. As they walked cautiously on into the heart of Bree, the damage and destruction got progressively worse.

"Merry, I don't know what is going on, but I don't think we're going to find ale at the inn." Pippin whispered to cover his fear. Merry shook his head and gave a little jump when he noticed blood and a severed leg on a doorstep, which he didn't point out to Pippin. They tiptoed through the decimated remainder of Bree, walking cautiously towards the inn. It wasn't nearly as damaged as the rest of the town, with only minor burn marks on the side and the chimney caved in. Hesitantly Merry stepped up to the doorway of it and knocked, not really expecting an answer. Of course, none came, and the pair listened in silence for a few minutes to establish the fact that the building was indeed empty of living beings. Pippin moved to stand beside Merry and he cast down his sack, ready to try and get in. Merry glanced at him and nodded. Together, they pushed with all their might on the door. It fell open much quicker than they expected, and the two tumbled inside as the door burst open, tearing off a hinge in the process. Quickly the hobbits stood up and inspected the gloomy interior. No one greeted them, nor did anyone offer them a room and a drink. Pippin picked up his bag and set it cautiously on the table nearest the door, relieved when it didn't collapse or reveal a hidden enemy. The formerly welcoming common room no longer looked cheerful and inhabitable. The wood mantle above the fireplace was scorched black and many of the tables and chairs were flipped over and broken. The pair looked around in disbelief, their mouths agape and minds numb with shock. Slowly they stepped forward together, Pippin clutching at Merry's sleeve for comfort. Merry bent down to examine the tables, his eyes widening when he saw some of the marks on them. The deep slashes and cuts in the wood resembled those made by swords, but these swords were certainly different than the ordinary blade. The formerly smooth wood provided evidence that the blades of the attackers were serrated, much longer and sharper than most swords, and wickedly curved. Pippin wandered timorously towards the kitchen, where to his relief he found no one but some good hearty food taking up space. Clearly it hadn't been touched because everything was in its normal state with no destruction or bodies. The cook must have fled or been outside of the small space when the attack happened.

"Pip, I don't like the look of these slashes. I think all the Breelanders were either killed or taken prisoner." Merry said, his voice clearly showing his concern for the hobbits and for the Shire's safety in general. Pippin shivered in response and walked back over to him, ready to escape the terrible scene.

"Should we check out the rest of the place, see if there's any clues?" Pippin whispered, still scared out of his wits. Merry nodded and began weaving his way through the charred and splintered mass of furniture towards the doors that led to the lodging part of the inn. Pippin followed him reluctantly, really not wanting to find any more horrors in the rest of the lodging place. The pair forced open the doors at the base of the stairs and began hesitantly ascending them, jumping every time they heard a creak or squeak from the wooden stairs beneath their hairy feet. At the top of the flight, the hall split off in two directions. Pippin reluctantly went to the right and Merry turned the left. The rooms that branched off Pippin's side of the hallway had clearly been built to accommodate larger beings, such as men and elves, and not people of such diminutive stature as hobbits.
(my plans for continuation- find provisions, weapons, and clues as to who did it - include a half-dead injured witness that becomes an ally. What thinks you?)
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Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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