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December 1942 Norway
Astrid rested her chin in her hand and stared out the train's window, trying her best to ignore her companions. She took comfort in the fact they were nearly three-fourths of the way to their destination, the cold, dark tundra of northern Norway. Oslo, the capital city where the companions attended college, was cold enough in December. The further north they got the more Astrid's two companions complained.
Sighing, Astrid turned from the window to eye Per and Hans. "It is just cold," she said. "Instead of complaining about it you could start working out questions to ask the Sami."
"I don't see why you are so insistent on collecting Lapplandish stories, Astrid," stated Hans.
"Because, you know as well as I do that the Sami culture is declining, Hans," Astrid replied vehemently. "The government and the farmers moving up north will see that it does. The government takes Sami children to boarding schools to teach them Norwegian. They are forbidden to speak the Sami language and don't have a chance to learn their people's culture and the ways of reindeer herding."
"It's their own fault for not owning the land they live on . . .and requiring too much of it."
"You know as well as I do that the concept of owning land is completely alien to their culture. I can't believe you. You said you wanted to come with, both of you did." Astrid glared pointedly at Hans and shifted her gaze momentarily to Per.
"We still do want to come with," said Per, looking away momentarily. He glanced at the door and held out his hand for silence as it creaked open. The three friends quickly picked up reading material and pretended to be fascinated by it as two men in Nazi uniforms entered the car and walked past. Per waited until they were gone before putting down his book. "Those guys give me more chills than the winter air," he noted solemnly. He glanced at his companions who nodded, their eyes still on the far door. Per's brother had been one of those on the Galtesund, a coastal steamer that had escaped to Great Britain the previous spring. He knew that Astrid and Hans shared the anti-Nazi views of Per and his brother.
The moment passed and the trio commenced their plans for their little northern expedition to collect and record the stories of the Sami during their winter-break from college. After a while, they put away their work and the two young men of the party drifted off to sleep. Astrid watched them for a while contemplating their friendship. No member of the trio had known another before they came to the University of Oslo. Per had come all the way from a farm near the northern city of Trondheim. Hans and Astrid were city folk from Oslo and Skien, respectively. Hans was a good friend, occasionally boisterous and argumentative as he was. Astrid had noticed he tended to take the government's viewpoint. Per was surprisingly modest and gracious even though his family was on the upper side of society where he came from. He could trace his family back far more generations than Astrid could. He had once told her that the farm had been passed father to son since the time of the Vikings. Per didn't seem concerned about the fact the farm he called his home would invariably go to his older brother, Lars. He said that he pitied Lars, who was forever stuck on the farm. Per delighted in his freedom and was none too pleased when the Nazis had conquered Norway. Astrid sighed and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
***
Captain Schlaechter of the Third Reich was bored. He hated train rides. He could not accomplish his mission sitting on a train staring at the boring countryside. He fervently wished he was a Marshall, a rank he dreamed of achieving. A Marshall would be given an aero plane and would get to all his destinations much faster. Schlaechter's one solace was that they were nearly at their destination, the far north of Norway. Schlaechter was no friend to cold, snow and ice. Also, although a loyal officer of the Third Reich, Schlaechter questioned the wisdom, even the point of his current mission.
It had been all explained to him. Der Fuhrer believed that the undoubtedly superior Aryan race was descended from the Atlantians. The Atlantians in northern Europe had once tricked some great evil by hiding a small object of intense power in the far north of Norway. Der Fuhrer wanted this object retrieved and its properties studied because he believed that with this small object, the Third Reich's ability to conquer the world to be a complete certainty.
Schlaechter had always been secretly skeptical of the mystical element to the Third Reich. He understood that much of it was very cult- like. He had undergone all the rituals to becoming a member of the infamous SS, but a part of his mind still doubted. Schlaechter wondered if his mission was a glorified goose chase.
------------ (A/N) For those not familiar with the Silmarilion - Numenor (Atalantie) is Atlantis, therefore the Numenoreans are believed to be the ancestors of the Aryan people. Needless to say the small object Schlaechter was sent to find is the Ring. The cult side of Nazism is historical fact that fits this story, not a result of the stories AU qualities. The next chapter will be about the fellowship who go on a completely different journey than in the books.
Blablover5- Thankyou very much for the review. Hopefully this chapter and the note above will help to clarify my intentions as to where this story is going. I intend for the fellowship to go deep into the Northern Waste via Angmar. I have not yet decided what adventures they will meet on the way, but I can assure you that they will be completely different from the books. Also, the first chapter was primarily para-quoted and I didn't like doing that much. When one para-quotes from Tolkien I feel it is to hard to maintain the beauty of the language. Thanks again.
December 1942 Norway
Astrid rested her chin in her hand and stared out the train's window, trying her best to ignore her companions. She took comfort in the fact they were nearly three-fourths of the way to their destination, the cold, dark tundra of northern Norway. Oslo, the capital city where the companions attended college, was cold enough in December. The further north they got the more Astrid's two companions complained.
Sighing, Astrid turned from the window to eye Per and Hans. "It is just cold," she said. "Instead of complaining about it you could start working out questions to ask the Sami."
"I don't see why you are so insistent on collecting Lapplandish stories, Astrid," stated Hans.
"Because, you know as well as I do that the Sami culture is declining, Hans," Astrid replied vehemently. "The government and the farmers moving up north will see that it does. The government takes Sami children to boarding schools to teach them Norwegian. They are forbidden to speak the Sami language and don't have a chance to learn their people's culture and the ways of reindeer herding."
"It's their own fault for not owning the land they live on . . .and requiring too much of it."
"You know as well as I do that the concept of owning land is completely alien to their culture. I can't believe you. You said you wanted to come with, both of you did." Astrid glared pointedly at Hans and shifted her gaze momentarily to Per.
"We still do want to come with," said Per, looking away momentarily. He glanced at the door and held out his hand for silence as it creaked open. The three friends quickly picked up reading material and pretended to be fascinated by it as two men in Nazi uniforms entered the car and walked past. Per waited until they were gone before putting down his book. "Those guys give me more chills than the winter air," he noted solemnly. He glanced at his companions who nodded, their eyes still on the far door. Per's brother had been one of those on the Galtesund, a coastal steamer that had escaped to Great Britain the previous spring. He knew that Astrid and Hans shared the anti-Nazi views of Per and his brother.
The moment passed and the trio commenced their plans for their little northern expedition to collect and record the stories of the Sami during their winter-break from college. After a while, they put away their work and the two young men of the party drifted off to sleep. Astrid watched them for a while contemplating their friendship. No member of the trio had known another before they came to the University of Oslo. Per had come all the way from a farm near the northern city of Trondheim. Hans and Astrid were city folk from Oslo and Skien, respectively. Hans was a good friend, occasionally boisterous and argumentative as he was. Astrid had noticed he tended to take the government's viewpoint. Per was surprisingly modest and gracious even though his family was on the upper side of society where he came from. He could trace his family back far more generations than Astrid could. He had once told her that the farm had been passed father to son since the time of the Vikings. Per didn't seem concerned about the fact the farm he called his home would invariably go to his older brother, Lars. He said that he pitied Lars, who was forever stuck on the farm. Per delighted in his freedom and was none too pleased when the Nazis had conquered Norway. Astrid sighed and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
***
Captain Schlaechter of the Third Reich was bored. He hated train rides. He could not accomplish his mission sitting on a train staring at the boring countryside. He fervently wished he was a Marshall, a rank he dreamed of achieving. A Marshall would be given an aero plane and would get to all his destinations much faster. Schlaechter's one solace was that they were nearly at their destination, the far north of Norway. Schlaechter was no friend to cold, snow and ice. Also, although a loyal officer of the Third Reich, Schlaechter questioned the wisdom, even the point of his current mission.
It had been all explained to him. Der Fuhrer believed that the undoubtedly superior Aryan race was descended from the Atlantians. The Atlantians in northern Europe had once tricked some great evil by hiding a small object of intense power in the far north of Norway. Der Fuhrer wanted this object retrieved and its properties studied because he believed that with this small object, the Third Reich's ability to conquer the world to be a complete certainty.
Schlaechter had always been secretly skeptical of the mystical element to the Third Reich. He understood that much of it was very cult- like. He had undergone all the rituals to becoming a member of the infamous SS, but a part of his mind still doubted. Schlaechter wondered if his mission was a glorified goose chase.
------------ (A/N) For those not familiar with the Silmarilion - Numenor (Atalantie) is Atlantis, therefore the Numenoreans are believed to be the ancestors of the Aryan people. Needless to say the small object Schlaechter was sent to find is the Ring. The cult side of Nazism is historical fact that fits this story, not a result of the stories AU qualities. The next chapter will be about the fellowship who go on a completely different journey than in the books.
Blablover5- Thankyou very much for the review. Hopefully this chapter and the note above will help to clarify my intentions as to where this story is going. I intend for the fellowship to go deep into the Northern Waste via Angmar. I have not yet decided what adventures they will meet on the way, but I can assure you that they will be completely different from the books. Also, the first chapter was primarily para-quoted and I didn't like doing that much. When one para-quotes from Tolkien I feel it is to hard to maintain the beauty of the language. Thanks again.