OK - I will bite...

[phyncke]

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Ask about one and I'll tell you something about it, or post a snippet.

I don't have a WIP folder - my WIPs are in with my other stories and I just know which ones are not finished yet or abandoned or need to be rewritten or reworked. Each story has it's own folder so I have all the versions etc. So let me have a look.

Real WIPs
Two King’s in Thranduil’s Court (7 chapters done) pairing - Fingolfin/Thranduil -humorous

Major Do Overs
Keepers of the Grain - the story of farmers who make the grain that makes lembas (abandoned story which needs a major shift in focus)

Re-tool and rework

Viva Las Vegas! (this started out as elves going to Las Vegas to get married but then keiliss thought that it would read better as an original work with OCs and not elves. I plan on trying it like that and working in some significant details on the right to marriage stuff etc. and set it in a very current context.)


Anyhoo. Those are the fledgling tales I will bring out to play.

Comments

[elfscribe5.livejournal.com]

Care to post some of Viva Las Vegas?

[phyncke.livejournal.com]

Sure. I have not looked at it in a very long time. *oops*


It did not do to win too much at one table. Luck was one thing but calling attention to oneself, well that was just asking for trouble here in Vegas. The elf finished his last hand, a win at the black jack table and took his large amount of chips in a plastic container. It was full to overflowing and that gave him some satisfaction as casinos were designed to make money and he was ahead of the game. He caught sight of a poker table but opted not to stop there. Poker players tended to be very serious and intense. One got professional card players in that game or those with more of a hint of desperation. That was no fun. Black jack really was his game as a more lighthearted table with better odds.

“Drink, sir?”

“Your driest white wine, if you would.”

“Right away.”

“I will be playing black jack over there.” He waved to the back of the house where he had spied an empty seat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.” He gifted her with a devilish smile which gave her pause. With long dark hair and handsome face, the elf cut quite a figure in the casino. He had a-typical looks, that was for certain.

He moved off and went to claim his seat.

[elfscribe5.livejournal.com]

An elf playing blackjack. Has potential. Do you think you'll finish it?

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

I am fascinated by your Fingolfin/Thranduil story :D

[phyncke.livejournal.com]

It is a very fun story. Here is a snippet from it. Thanks for your interest!


Fingolfin frowned as he looked up the platform built some way up into the tree. The midsummer fête had ended and all was quiet in the dark night now. The revelers had all gone home to slumber or do other things in the forest as the intermittent giggling amongst the foliage might indicate.

“I am to go up there? We Noldor are not much for trees, lad. Well, living in them, I do mean. Where is your castle?”

Legolas looked slightly embarrassed and stammered.

“We don’t really have a castle here in the Greenwood. My grandfather always had us live this way and so my father carried on this tradition.”

Fingolfin looked shocked at this piece of information as his mind performed mental calculations about it and the vulnerabilities entailed in living in such dwellings. He knew well enough to keep his mouth shut in moments like this and simply nod as this case warranted. This was a tradition passed from one generation to the next though his strategic mind rebelled at it.

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

LOL oh this line had me in stitches: “I am to go up there? We Noldor are not much for trees, lad. Well, living in them, I do mean. Where is your castle?”

Priceless!! So so Noldo to me :D

[phyncke.livejournal.com]

Here is Thranduil's opinion on the castle issue.



Thranduil had asked to be informed when his son returned to the royal flet. Galion did so and the king waited a polite amount of time before entering Legolas’ chamber. He did not want to seem eager, even if he might be. He really was curious about what had transpired with Lord Fingolfin.

“Legolas, are you yet awake?”

“Yes, Father.” The young elf sighed wistfully.

The king approached his son’s bed and took note of the fretful tone and expression on his son’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Son? You seem out of sorts.”

“We do not have a castle, father.”

“No, we never have done, Legolas. Your grandfather felt that flets were better concealed in the forest and a castle would be rather incongruous here, don’t you think?”

“I suppose.”

“Our dwellings blend in with the trees and are rarely found out by the enemy.” Thranduil had a mind as to who was putting such ideas in his son’s head after having been here a matter of only a few hours. Their time tested lifestyle was being put into question by that Noldor buffoon. It made his blood boil just to…

[rhapsody11.livejournal.com]

Oooh Legolas is wondering about both ways of defending the realm :) So... what happens next? *grin*

[keiliss.livejournal.com]

Glad you're going back to the LA story. I really think you could sell that eventually.

I guess I'll also go with Two Kings? Snippet please.

[phyncke.livejournal.com]

I think especially with the context of what is happening in the US with same sex marriage - it could definitely make a statement on that and be very interesting.

Here is a bit from Two Kings -

“It must amuse the Valar to embody an elf in the middle of nowhere, without a map or indication of where he is or where to go. Just like them to do this.”

The elf muttered as he walked. They had given him clothes, that was something, and his sword too, re-forged and strapped to his side. That was thoughtful as well. Ringil, the foe of the underworld, or its very likeness glinted as the narrow rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy of this dark wood.

He listened closely and could hear the sound of a river flowing strongly nearby. Where there was water, there was civilization, he well knew. He would follow the river and see what he could detect there. It was his hope to find an elven settlement of some sort or at least mortals who knew where the Eldar might be found.

The grass was long by the river bank but the elf walked with the light tread of his kind leaving no hint of his passing.

[talullahred.livejournal.com]

Nice! Hope that you'll finish it sometime.

[phyncke.livejournal.com]

I think I will - I have some good ideas for it. :)

[keiliss.livejournal.com]

And somehow I never got back to comment. I was sure I had but then I found your comment in the inbox and I clear them out when I've replied. Sorry :(

I think you have been working on this on and off for a long time - this grew out of the piece you wrote for Binky's awards didn't it? - and maybe you should give yourself some kind of a deadline with it, nothing dramatic, but so you have something to work towards? Because it's nice and the bits I've seen now have lots of potential.

In other words, write the darn thing :D

[phyncke.livejournal.com]

Yes, I should. I should! :P And it is the one I started as a little thing for Binky's awards thing and then it grew to a bigger story.