Alrighty then. Here's the deal. I need a beta reader. Can I be any more
blunt than that? I have the plot for my story worked out, but in order for
this to work, I really do need a second mind on this. You don't need to be
well-versed in Tolkien lore, just have a basic concept, and the ability to
read. As I said before, I have a point A and a point C, but point B is
missing. I'm at a point where I can't get there from here. I've reached a
dead end. A stand-still. A deadlock. Need I be any more specific? I'm
being disappointingly slow in the speed of my plot, allowing my story to
ramble on and on. Please, for the success of this story, PLEASE beta for
me. You can e-mail me at eerross@comcast.net but include "Fanfiction" in
your subject line so I don't delete it, and Edge, so I can tell it's mine,
not Erin's (we share an e address). You can try IM ing me, my username is
Sangfroid, but I can't guaruntee I'll be on (I'm not very often) and you
might just end up Iming Erin instead, because again, I share an account
with her. PLEASE, please please PLEASE at least consider my request. If
you don't beta, can you name someone who is willing too? I'm down on my
knees begging you, which I don't do very often.
Also, on the last chapter, I made a typo on the date Pepsi came out. It really came out in 1898, not 1989. Also, not to be confused with Coca Cola which came out twelve years earlier in 1886, or 7-Up which was invented in 1929.
As you know, we aren't supposed to use space-saving or entire A/N's, so here's a quick vignette for your time, about just what was going on with Elladan bugging Glorfindle. I really don't need to write this part, but I may make references back to it in the future of the fic. Well, I probably won't. but you get the idea. If you want, you can just skip this. Hannon lle. . .
"Pokie!"
"Pokie!"
"Pokie!"
"Would you stop that!" Glorfindel glared at Elladan as he poked the disgruntled Balrog slayer in the side another time.
"Pokie!"
Glorfindel whirled, a small throwing knife extended.
"Tsk, tsk, you'll set a bad example for the mortal." Elladan nodded, indicating the nine-year-old girl doing her best to suppress her laughter. Glorfindel was supposed to be teaching this mortal elf exactly what it meant to be an elf, albeit a mortal one, in the modern world. So far, it seemed, all he was teaching her was that anger management was a good thing.
"Bad example, my foot. Elladan, when I tell your father."
"Tell my father my foot. I know as well as you do you won't do it." He paused, as if contemplating, "You'd think that an Elf who's overthrown a witch-king's kingdom, killed a Balrog of Morgoth, died, been reborn, AND lived a good three hundred thousand years in the Undying Lands would have learned some self control."
Glorfindel veritably bristled at this, but knew that Elladan was right; he couldn't do a darn thing.
"Poke." Elladan stopped as he was slammed into the wall.
Except that.
Glorfindel's "charge", by the name of Alisha, looked up at him with imploring eyes, "C'mon, Glorfindel, let him go. He's only gunna hurt you more for it."
Glorfindel sighed, "Not the puppy dog face."
"Pleasers, Glor. I'll be very good from now on."
"Somehow, I doubt that," Glorfindel said, but he released Elladan who sank to the ground.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Glorfindel replied stiffly.
"Not you. I meant Alisha."
If looks could kill, Elladan would have died five times over. He looked as if he were ready to take on a more physical method of releasing his anger, but Elladan reminded him sternly, "Ah, but the child."
"Hey, Glowr?"
"What is it now, Alisha."
"Didn't there used to be two of him?" She said innocently, pointing at Elladan. Elladan remembered Glorfindel warning him earlier of this girl's deceivingly cute and childish façade, and he noticed right now that the devilish side was beginning to show through
"Yes. He's a twin. Do YOU know what a twin is, Alisha?"
Alisha rolled her eyes in Elladan's direction, a feet which Glorfindel thankfully missed, "Gee, Mr. Glorfindel, I'm not sure. Is it when a mommy's egg splits into two parts and two kids who look exactly alike are born? Mommy said she was happy I wasn't a twin, 'cause labor's s'posed to be really painful. An' can't there be un-look-alike twins, too? Where there are two eggs in the beginnin'? Mommy said that there are even septuplets!" Alisha said with a deceptively innocent grin on her face.
Glorfindel blushed, "Uh. well. err."
"By gol', I like this one!" Elladan laughed, which earned him another glare.
"After all those times you've been captured by Orcs, it's a miracle they never managed to cut your tongue out. A pity, too."
"Speaking of tongues, have you seen Fellowship Of The Ring?"
Glorfindel nodded, not bothering to point out that Fellowship had nothing to do with tongues.
"Then I guess you've seen the scene where Frodo escaped from Weathertop."
Glorfindel nodded, less certainly this time. He was getting a vague idea of where this was going, and didn't like it one bit.
"Then I guess you saw Arwen's performance up there, sneaking up on Aragorn and all. Pretty impressive, no?"
A glare.
"Did you fail to notice that not only did Liv Tyler as Arwen steal your part, she stole your HORSE?"
Glorfindel's ear tips were bright pink.
Elladan put on a sickeningly hight voice, "Noro lim, Asfaloth, Noro lim. Glorfindel's such a weakling blonde I was able to steal you from him. Let's see if we can get back in time to drag him down the Branduin. Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim."
Elladan was just about to continue on another line, when Glorfindel, much to Alisha's (and Elladan's) amusement, let out a stream of obscenities in various Elvish, Dwarvish, and orcish languages so harsh as to make the most experienced of Middle-Earth bartenders cover his ears.
"Valar, Glorfindel, not in front of the child." Elladan said in mock disapproval, though really listening to see if there were any he had not yet learned. None.
Glorfindel sputtered, giving several tries in Elvish before finding the correct phrase in common, "Out! OUT!"
Elladan swept off an imaginary hat in a lavish bow, "Ah, but I only just arrived!"
"Hey Glor." Alisha said at almost the same time, again deceptively innocent, "Why's your face turning a funny purple color."
"NOW!!!" He finally bellowed. Elladan bowed gracefully as he slowly backed out of the room, "Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow."
And with that he left down the hallway, but not so quickly as to miss Alisha saying, "I like him. He's funny. Can he come back again soon?"
Well, what did you think? Like I said, I probably won't get anywhere plotwise until I get a beta raeder. I'll still try, though.
Namaarie,
Edge
Also, on the last chapter, I made a typo on the date Pepsi came out. It really came out in 1898, not 1989. Also, not to be confused with Coca Cola which came out twelve years earlier in 1886, or 7-Up which was invented in 1929.
As you know, we aren't supposed to use space-saving or entire A/N's, so here's a quick vignette for your time, about just what was going on with Elladan bugging Glorfindle. I really don't need to write this part, but I may make references back to it in the future of the fic. Well, I probably won't. but you get the idea. If you want, you can just skip this. Hannon lle. . .
"Pokie!"
"Pokie!"
"Pokie!"
"Would you stop that!" Glorfindel glared at Elladan as he poked the disgruntled Balrog slayer in the side another time.
"Pokie!"
Glorfindel whirled, a small throwing knife extended.
"Tsk, tsk, you'll set a bad example for the mortal." Elladan nodded, indicating the nine-year-old girl doing her best to suppress her laughter. Glorfindel was supposed to be teaching this mortal elf exactly what it meant to be an elf, albeit a mortal one, in the modern world. So far, it seemed, all he was teaching her was that anger management was a good thing.
"Bad example, my foot. Elladan, when I tell your father."
"Tell my father my foot. I know as well as you do you won't do it." He paused, as if contemplating, "You'd think that an Elf who's overthrown a witch-king's kingdom, killed a Balrog of Morgoth, died, been reborn, AND lived a good three hundred thousand years in the Undying Lands would have learned some self control."
Glorfindel veritably bristled at this, but knew that Elladan was right; he couldn't do a darn thing.
"Poke." Elladan stopped as he was slammed into the wall.
Except that.
Glorfindel's "charge", by the name of Alisha, looked up at him with imploring eyes, "C'mon, Glorfindel, let him go. He's only gunna hurt you more for it."
Glorfindel sighed, "Not the puppy dog face."
"Pleasers, Glor. I'll be very good from now on."
"Somehow, I doubt that," Glorfindel said, but he released Elladan who sank to the ground.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Glorfindel replied stiffly.
"Not you. I meant Alisha."
If looks could kill, Elladan would have died five times over. He looked as if he were ready to take on a more physical method of releasing his anger, but Elladan reminded him sternly, "Ah, but the child."
"Hey, Glowr?"
"What is it now, Alisha."
"Didn't there used to be two of him?" She said innocently, pointing at Elladan. Elladan remembered Glorfindel warning him earlier of this girl's deceivingly cute and childish façade, and he noticed right now that the devilish side was beginning to show through
"Yes. He's a twin. Do YOU know what a twin is, Alisha?"
Alisha rolled her eyes in Elladan's direction, a feet which Glorfindel thankfully missed, "Gee, Mr. Glorfindel, I'm not sure. Is it when a mommy's egg splits into two parts and two kids who look exactly alike are born? Mommy said she was happy I wasn't a twin, 'cause labor's s'posed to be really painful. An' can't there be un-look-alike twins, too? Where there are two eggs in the beginnin'? Mommy said that there are even septuplets!" Alisha said with a deceptively innocent grin on her face.
Glorfindel blushed, "Uh. well. err."
"By gol', I like this one!" Elladan laughed, which earned him another glare.
"After all those times you've been captured by Orcs, it's a miracle they never managed to cut your tongue out. A pity, too."
"Speaking of tongues, have you seen Fellowship Of The Ring?"
Glorfindel nodded, not bothering to point out that Fellowship had nothing to do with tongues.
"Then I guess you've seen the scene where Frodo escaped from Weathertop."
Glorfindel nodded, less certainly this time. He was getting a vague idea of where this was going, and didn't like it one bit.
"Then I guess you saw Arwen's performance up there, sneaking up on Aragorn and all. Pretty impressive, no?"
A glare.
"Did you fail to notice that not only did Liv Tyler as Arwen steal your part, she stole your HORSE?"
Glorfindel's ear tips were bright pink.
Elladan put on a sickeningly hight voice, "Noro lim, Asfaloth, Noro lim. Glorfindel's such a weakling blonde I was able to steal you from him. Let's see if we can get back in time to drag him down the Branduin. Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim."
Elladan was just about to continue on another line, when Glorfindel, much to Alisha's (and Elladan's) amusement, let out a stream of obscenities in various Elvish, Dwarvish, and orcish languages so harsh as to make the most experienced of Middle-Earth bartenders cover his ears.
"Valar, Glorfindel, not in front of the child." Elladan said in mock disapproval, though really listening to see if there were any he had not yet learned. None.
Glorfindel sputtered, giving several tries in Elvish before finding the correct phrase in common, "Out! OUT!"
Elladan swept off an imaginary hat in a lavish bow, "Ah, but I only just arrived!"
"Hey Glor." Alisha said at almost the same time, again deceptively innocent, "Why's your face turning a funny purple color."
"NOW!!!" He finally bellowed. Elladan bowed gracefully as he slowly backed out of the room, "Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow."
And with that he left down the hallway, but not so quickly as to miss Alisha saying, "I like him. He's funny. Can he come back again soon?"
Well, what did you think? Like I said, I probably won't get anywhere plotwise until I get a beta raeder. I'll still try, though.
Namaarie,
Edge