I'm stuck.
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rabidsamfanI've been trying to come up with a movieverse Sam wakes up after Mt. Doom scene, and I've got a beginning, but I keep getting tangled up... I've got to get Aragorn in the room, and delay him long enough to be the second to last one in to see Frodo and I can't think of anything that will work because once I go beyond where I am the pattern of the piece doesn't work any more!
So comments are welcome. No matter how blunt!
In his dreams he was flying, spiraling upwards like a spark from the fire. He hadn’t known that you could dream when you were dead. He hadn’t known that you could still ache after you’d been burned to ash. At least it was a distant ache; as distant as the voices he was only just beginning to hear. He could stay in the air where it was cool.
"Be careful, Pippin, you'll spill it!"
"I am being careful. You're just jostling the bed."
"Where are the towels?"
“You’re sitting on them.”
“Oh, so I am. Here. Careful… he’s still got a nasty lump on the back of his head.”
He dreamed of water, sunwarmed and sweet, falling on his face and trickling through his hair. He dreamed of gentle hands kneading his curls, and a soft cloth on his skin, smoothing away the sensation of grime and sweat and blood that clung to him like cockleburs.
"Do you think he'll ever wake up?"
"The King said they need to rest. He’ll wake up when he’s ready to wake up, and so will Frodo.”
Frodo?
“I think his eyelids moved. Well, maybe not. He looks better than he did, though. Don’t you think so, Merry?”
“Yes, Pippin, he does. He could hardly look worse, could he? And he’ll look even better once we get finish getting his hair clean and make him comfortable.”
He wanted the voices to come closer. Or to go away and stop talking about people he would never see again. He wanted to come to land again, instead of drifting helpless. He wanted the water…
“He did move! Did you see it?”
The cough surprised him; he had a body, clearly, if it needed to be washed, but surely if he were dead he wouldn’t feel the air exploding painfully past the dry ache in his throat, or the sharp pain of bruised ribs.
“Quick, fetch, Strider!”
“He’s with Frodo!”
“Fetch someone!”
“Right! Right!”
Another cough like torment waiting for its chance. He swallowed it, trying to force it to stay inside, and failing. Another cough and another, and stars bursting like fireworks inside his eyelids. Arms around him, easing him upright, and bracing him against the coughs.
“Here, I will take him.”
Larger hands gathered him into a warm lap and he felt a chill curve of metal against his lips.
“Easy, Sam, easy. Try to drink a little.”
Liquid, bitter with herbs, but cool in his mouth, easing his throat.
“Is he all right? Why is he coughing? We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”
“He’ll be fine, Pippin. Won’t he, Legolas?”
“Yes, Merry. He’ll be all right. He’s almost awake now.”
His hands came up and found the smoothness of the cup, preventing it from being taken away again. His breath echoed softly in the confines of the vessel, like wind in a bell, and he dared to open his eyes a little, glimpsing reflected light on wavelets inside the bowl before him. He closed his eyes again and drank more deeply. If the rest was a dream, the water was real, and for the moment, that was all he cared to know.
“See? It is as I have said.”
“The King will be here soon. And Gandalf wishes to know if he should also come.”
“No, Gimli. One of us should stay with Frodo.”
Frodo.
Gandalf…
Gandalf was dead. He was certain of that. This was a cruel dream, then. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe they were all dead and together somehow. Except that he didn’t think Elves went the same place as hobbits. Or Dwarves neither.
“Why doesn’t he wake up?”
“Patience, Pippin.”
“I’m tired of being patient! Come on, Sam, wake up!”
Small fingers trailed across his ankle, tickling until they hit a half-healed scar. He flinched and the water spilled cold across his face and down his neck as the cup was hastily removed.
“PIPPIN!”
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So comments are welcome. No matter how blunt!
In his dreams he was flying, spiraling upwards like a spark from the fire. He hadn’t known that you could dream when you were dead. He hadn’t known that you could still ache after you’d been burned to ash. At least it was a distant ache; as distant as the voices he was only just beginning to hear. He could stay in the air where it was cool.
"Be careful, Pippin, you'll spill it!"
"I am being careful. You're just jostling the bed."
"Where are the towels?"
“You’re sitting on them.”
“Oh, so I am. Here. Careful… he’s still got a nasty lump on the back of his head.”
He dreamed of water, sunwarmed and sweet, falling on his face and trickling through his hair. He dreamed of gentle hands kneading his curls, and a soft cloth on his skin, smoothing away the sensation of grime and sweat and blood that clung to him like cockleburs.
"Do you think he'll ever wake up?"
"The King said they need to rest. He’ll wake up when he’s ready to wake up, and so will Frodo.”
Frodo?
“I think his eyelids moved. Well, maybe not. He looks better than he did, though. Don’t you think so, Merry?”
“Yes, Pippin, he does. He could hardly look worse, could he? And he’ll look even better once we get finish getting his hair clean and make him comfortable.”
He wanted the voices to come closer. Or to go away and stop talking about people he would never see again. He wanted to come to land again, instead of drifting helpless. He wanted the water…
“He did move! Did you see it?”
The cough surprised him; he had a body, clearly, if it needed to be washed, but surely if he were dead he wouldn’t feel the air exploding painfully past the dry ache in his throat, or the sharp pain of bruised ribs.
“Quick, fetch, Strider!”
“He’s with Frodo!”
“Fetch someone!”
“Right! Right!”
Another cough like torment waiting for its chance. He swallowed it, trying to force it to stay inside, and failing. Another cough and another, and stars bursting like fireworks inside his eyelids. Arms around him, easing him upright, and bracing him against the coughs.
“Here, I will take him.”
Larger hands gathered him into a warm lap and he felt a chill curve of metal against his lips.
“Easy, Sam, easy. Try to drink a little.”
Liquid, bitter with herbs, but cool in his mouth, easing his throat.
“Is he all right? Why is he coughing? We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”
“He’ll be fine, Pippin. Won’t he, Legolas?”
“Yes, Merry. He’ll be all right. He’s almost awake now.”
His hands came up and found the smoothness of the cup, preventing it from being taken away again. His breath echoed softly in the confines of the vessel, like wind in a bell, and he dared to open his eyes a little, glimpsing reflected light on wavelets inside the bowl before him. He closed his eyes again and drank more deeply. If the rest was a dream, the water was real, and for the moment, that was all he cared to know.
“See? It is as I have said.”
“The King will be here soon. And Gandalf wishes to know if he should also come.”
“No, Gimli. One of us should stay with Frodo.”
Frodo.
Gandalf…
Gandalf was dead. He was certain of that. This was a cruel dream, then. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe they were all dead and together somehow. Except that he didn’t think Elves went the same place as hobbits. Or Dwarves neither.
“Why doesn’t he wake up?”
“Patience, Pippin.”
“I’m tired of being patient! Come on, Sam, wake up!”
Small fingers trailed across his ankle, tickling until they hit a half-healed scar. He flinched and the water spilled cold across his face and down his neck as the cup was hastily removed.
“PIPPIN!”
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Date: 2004-04-26 08:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-04-26 09:35 pm (UTC)Does this help?
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Date: 2004-04-27 09:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-26 09:47 pm (UTC)But it's your story. ;) And even bluntly, I think it sounds good so far. :)
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Date: 2004-04-27 09:08 pm (UTC)I may pick up the bit about "stay here"...
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Date: 2004-04-26 11:27 pm (UTC)“I ‘m sorry, Legolas. Really.”
“I know, Pippin.”
“It was only… I didn’t want to…”
„Ssshhh. Here, take this and dry his hair.”
Silence, and the feeling of gentle hands and thick cloths, soft against his skin. Then steps came near, and someone knelt beside the bed where he was lying and leaned over him.
„Let me see.“
A cool hand touched his brow, his eyelids and his cheek.
“Very fine. He has almost found the way back.”
Aragorn!
For a second his lids rose for more than a slit. His vision was blurred, and he tried desperately to focus on the face above him. The light was like a sharp sting, drilling into his head; he closed his eyes again and a hoarse sound if pain escaped his throat.
„Now, now, Sam. You don’t have to haste. See, Merry – Pippin – he only needs some more time. And he looks much better now. Good work, you two. Now we should go and leave him alone.”
So Aragorn was here, too. And when would that king come? And who was he? He was tired… sleep washed over him like a warm wave and he felt his body turn heavy and limp. Only a little nap before it was time to get up and prepare breakfast for Mr. Frodo. Sleep…
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Hrm.
I know I'm playing on a playground that isn't mine (and with your toys!) But this could be the "bridge" you need, and you have Aragorn, too.
*blushes*
Perhaps it helps...
*runs and hides herself*
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Date: 2004-04-27 10:14 am (UTC)(I only add this because I of course read that you wanted to make it movie-verse, but I forgot it at once... I'm a dork.)
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Date: 2004-04-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-27 10:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-27 04:47 am (UTC)I would remove the comma after "fetch" here- it brought a grin to my face where there shouldn't be one...
Could not Aragorn be delayed only a moment before coming in the room, and Legolas could gently shoo the rest out of the room to give Aragorn some room to work? Or did I totally miss the problem?
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Date: 2004-04-27 09:12 pm (UTC)And the comma will go in the draft. You're right, that's totally inappropriate. *wonders if ViggoM will come if she whistles and calls "Here, boy!"*
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Date: 2004-04-27 07:37 am (UTC)Oh, and I love what you have. *random encouragement*
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Date: 2004-04-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-28 06:46 am (UTC)Re: Stuck
Date: 2004-04-27 05:37 pm (UTC)Re: Stuck
Date: 2004-04-27 09:14 pm (UTC)And modesty returning as consciousness does is a distinct possibility...
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Date: 2004-04-28 06:30 pm (UTC)