What About The Orchestra?
A/N: Just so you know, when I say an instrument in this fic says something, it means the person who plays that instrument. It's how we say it in my orchestra, so don't blame me. And if I have a French Horn fixation, that's because I play it - and do you have any idea how many bars rest French Horn 3 gets in The Barber of Seville?!? Something like two hundred, that's all! Out of a 300-or-so-bar piece!
Summary: The orchestra, sick of the little or no recognition they get for all their hard work, start a protest.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, or the Orchestra. I do not even own my French Horn (.
The Fellowship was beginning its trek southwards. Just as they crested a hill, with a beautiful mountainous landscape in the background, the dramatic music screeched to a stop.
"That's IT! I don't care what you say, I am not playing one more note for this stupid thing until I get more recognition!" A voice echoed up to the puzzled men (and hobbits, dwarf, elf, and Istari) on the path over the hill. They watched, amazed, as several people holding various instruments strode up over the grass. Needless to say, they grabbed their respective weapons - particularly quickly when a brown-haired, furious woman in front of the crowd hefted her large, curly and above all heavy French Horn.
"Stop! Who are you, and why would you delay us?" Gandalf called to them, receiving a few dirty looks from the trumpet players.
"WE are the unrecognised, underpaid, under-appreciated, unknown, ignored Orchestra! And YOU are the bleeping famous, ever-written-about, all- powerful, stupid main characters! So we're here to get some of the recognition we deserve, you - bleeps!" Cried the French-Horn-holding woman. There were a few yells of agreement from the other Horns, Trombones, Double Basses and Bass Clarinets.
"Hang on - how precisely were we planning to do that again?" said a hesitant Violinist. The whole orchestra paused and looked to the obviously- leading French Horn.
"Well. First we should. Get to know everyone?" She looked to the Fellowship. "We all know you, of course, who doesn't. I'm Hunter - Jillian - French Horn player. And," she said, remembering the size of the orchestra, "Maybe we should split into groups? I think there's a few too many here to know all at once. And NO glomping, drooling or lusting, you fangirls!" A few looked annoyed at this, particularly when Jillian cast an adoring look at the hobbits. However, before she could get lynched by her friends, a short, round, and greying man came running up to them, waving a short stick.
"Sorry I'm late! I had to get some music photocopied for the Violas - who are you?" he puffed, seeing the Fellowship. Most of the people there groaned, but Pippin smiled suddenly.
"WE are the Fellowship of the Ring. YOU are the Orchestra looking for recognition. And." He paused, not sure whether he should say any more, but was interrupted anyway.
"Oh yes, from that movie that everyone keeps talking about in rehearsal?" He asked, sending a few greasies at the embarrassed musicians. "I am their conductor. And they are skipping a performance! Get back to the studio!" he yelled, herding a few of the Trumpets back down the hill.
"No! We're not going back till we have what we want! And what is it we want?" Hunter yelled, turning to the musicians.
"More recognition!"
"And when do we want it?"
"NOW!"
*End chapter 1.*
A/N: Will you join my Society For Recognition Of The Orchestra? Email or review a name, description and instrument (and favourite fellowship-member if you want() or an idea for the plot to me and I'll get you in as soon as I can. And do you want to hear more of any instruments I've missed? Or the Conductor? I'm sorry if this is kinda fixated - I'm just venting over ignored orchestras and the fact that the world revolves around Trumpets and Violins. Thanks for reading, anyway, even if you don't review. TheShroom.
A/N: Just so you know, when I say an instrument in this fic says something, it means the person who plays that instrument. It's how we say it in my orchestra, so don't blame me. And if I have a French Horn fixation, that's because I play it - and do you have any idea how many bars rest French Horn 3 gets in The Barber of Seville?!? Something like two hundred, that's all! Out of a 300-or-so-bar piece!
Summary: The orchestra, sick of the little or no recognition they get for all their hard work, start a protest.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, or the Orchestra. I do not even own my French Horn (.
The Fellowship was beginning its trek southwards. Just as they crested a hill, with a beautiful mountainous landscape in the background, the dramatic music screeched to a stop.
"That's IT! I don't care what you say, I am not playing one more note for this stupid thing until I get more recognition!" A voice echoed up to the puzzled men (and hobbits, dwarf, elf, and Istari) on the path over the hill. They watched, amazed, as several people holding various instruments strode up over the grass. Needless to say, they grabbed their respective weapons - particularly quickly when a brown-haired, furious woman in front of the crowd hefted her large, curly and above all heavy French Horn.
"Stop! Who are you, and why would you delay us?" Gandalf called to them, receiving a few dirty looks from the trumpet players.
"WE are the unrecognised, underpaid, under-appreciated, unknown, ignored Orchestra! And YOU are the bleeping famous, ever-written-about, all- powerful, stupid main characters! So we're here to get some of the recognition we deserve, you - bleeps!" Cried the French-Horn-holding woman. There were a few yells of agreement from the other Horns, Trombones, Double Basses and Bass Clarinets.
"Hang on - how precisely were we planning to do that again?" said a hesitant Violinist. The whole orchestra paused and looked to the obviously- leading French Horn.
"Well. First we should. Get to know everyone?" She looked to the Fellowship. "We all know you, of course, who doesn't. I'm Hunter - Jillian - French Horn player. And," she said, remembering the size of the orchestra, "Maybe we should split into groups? I think there's a few too many here to know all at once. And NO glomping, drooling or lusting, you fangirls!" A few looked annoyed at this, particularly when Jillian cast an adoring look at the hobbits. However, before she could get lynched by her friends, a short, round, and greying man came running up to them, waving a short stick.
"Sorry I'm late! I had to get some music photocopied for the Violas - who are you?" he puffed, seeing the Fellowship. Most of the people there groaned, but Pippin smiled suddenly.
"WE are the Fellowship of the Ring. YOU are the Orchestra looking for recognition. And." He paused, not sure whether he should say any more, but was interrupted anyway.
"Oh yes, from that movie that everyone keeps talking about in rehearsal?" He asked, sending a few greasies at the embarrassed musicians. "I am their conductor. And they are skipping a performance! Get back to the studio!" he yelled, herding a few of the Trumpets back down the hill.
"No! We're not going back till we have what we want! And what is it we want?" Hunter yelled, turning to the musicians.
"More recognition!"
"And when do we want it?"
"NOW!"
*End chapter 1.*
A/N: Will you join my Society For Recognition Of The Orchestra? Email or review a name, description and instrument (and favourite fellowship-member if you want() or an idea for the plot to me and I'll get you in as soon as I can. And do you want to hear more of any instruments I've missed? Or the Conductor? I'm sorry if this is kinda fixated - I'm just venting over ignored orchestras and the fact that the world revolves around Trumpets and Violins. Thanks for reading, anyway, even if you don't review. TheShroom.