A little while ago ozarque was talking quite a bit about people who aren't sight dominant and how that changes the language they like to use. And since one of the problems I have in fic writing is an overabundance of "seeing" and "looking", I thought I'd try to write something from the p.o.v. of a character who trusted his sense of touch and smell more than his eyes. So, bit by bit I've put together some paragraphs for what might someday be an Emergency! fic if it ever finds a plot. But as I'm starting to feel the tug of LotR again (very softly) I thought I'd go ahead and put what I had up here to get it out of my hair and then see if I can actually write something I'm supposed to in the next week or so...

( totally optional wip )

Sam paused in the scrap of woodland and looked over the prospects, wondering which saplings were the offspring of the ancient oaks which had been felled and dragged out of the copse and which would prove as scrawny as the scruffy trees Saruman’s men had left behind. “Damn fools,” he said, for the hundredth time, dry-eyed now as he’d learned to be in spite of the ragged stumps that were all that were left of trees that had witnessed the first hobbits to come this way from across the Brandywine.

ever have a piece of fluff that wrote itself for forty minutes and then absolutely and utterly refused to tell you what comes next?

Well...

( I need a plot -- or do I just need an ending? )

still thinking about Sam and Elrond...

( coda to The Master and the Servant )

I'm still working out the interim days, but since its a gapfiller you can figure that Bilbo has spent the days talking to Frodo and Sam's stayed up at night to do the same. My foibles for this are that Frodo hears mortals more clearly than immortals, and that the morgul blade had spells on it that made the blade (and the shard) only tangible by moonlight.) But this is the next part that's coherent... which I'm not at the moment.

( crisis point )

I keep wondering why Elrond is so tolerant of Sam's invasion into the Council, and why Sam is an honored guest at the feast... so I've been mumbling an idea around for weeks, and since I can't seem to think well enough to come up with anything new (or work on the things I should be working on!) I thought I'd show you the start of it and see if it's going all right. Slightly AU...

( Tentatively called: The Master and the Servant )

I'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!

( Draft -- Awake )

Because I've been wallowing in the screencaps from shadowfax8 and I haven't worked out the kinks in the "sam waking up movieverse" ficlet.

This one's inspired by the shot of Sam you can find at.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/shadowfax8/32716.html#cutid1

cap 1824… (near the bottom)

( Ashes )