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gayalondiel_bakFor Those That See
Author's note:
Well. It has been a long time – a VERY long time – since I looked at these pages. In all honesty I thought I'd never be here again. They are early works and I was ashamed of elements of them – too much lifting of text, purple prose, unnecessary phrasing, and so on. I was ready, a year ago, to kill these off and never to come back.
Somehow, between then and now, I've discovered that I can't delete them. So rather than do that, I'm going to start reworking them. It will be a slow process, but they are going to be revised and posted over at AO3, and then gradually deleted or updated from ff.net. Then, hopefully, I will be in a good place to complete the story.
Here we go. Welcome anyone who comes to this for the first time, and any returning readers, I'm so grateful for your faith in me – it's more than I have in myself, and I'm so touched that people still want this fic.
Blessings
Gaya x
Fandom: Lord of the Rings, Stargate SG-1
Title: For Those That See (0/?)
Character/Pairing:SG1, Fellowship; Frodo, Daniel Jackson
Length: WIP
Genre: Action/adventure, crossover
Rating: PG
Spoilers: SG-1 through season seven, Lord of the Rings throughout
Warnings: Nothing really yet.
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings, all text, characters and storylines, are the property of the Tolkien Estate. All Stargate characters and situations are the property of MGM. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.
Summary: Sam and Aragorn, on watch, see something new...
Master Fanfic List
A/N: This chapter is largely lifted from LotR. I've thought about different ways to do this, but this isn't so much my chapter as a bridge between the great Professor's work and mine. While other revisions will be taking his words out and rescripting to be all fanfic, this is the bridge and needs to stay roughly as it is. The first three paragraphs are all Tolkien (indicated by italics).
Prologue
It was Sam's turn that day to take the first watch, but Aragorn joined him. The others fell asleep. Then the silence grew until even Sam felt it. The breathing of the sleepers could be plainly heard. Sam could hear his own joints creaking, if he stirred. Dead silence was around him, and over all hung a clear blue sky, as the Sun rode up from the East. Away in the South a dark patch appeared and grew, and drove north like flying smoke in the wind.
"What's that, Strider? It doesn't look like a cloud," said Sam in a whisper to Aragorn. He made no answer, he was gazing intently at the sky; but before long Sam could see for himself what was approaching. Flocks of birds, flying at great speed, were wheeling and circling, and traversing all the land as if searching for something; and they were steadily drawing nearer.
"Lie flat and still!" hissed Aragorn, pulling Sam down into the shade of a holly-bush; for a whole regiment of birds had broken away suddenly from the main host, and came, flying low, straight towards the ridge. Sam thought they were a kind of crow of large size. As they passed overhead, in so dense a throng that their shadow followed them darkly over the ground below, one harsh croak was heard.
A new sound invaded Sam's hearing, something he had never heard before. It began soft, but grew swiftly, buzzing like some giant insect approaching. The birds wheeled overhead and swooped above their hiding-place again, calling now to one another in coarse voices. A new shape in the sky approached them from the East; but what it was Sam could not say. It flew like a bird, a great eagle or raptor, but flew too straight, too stiffly, as though there were something lifeless about it. When it came closer he could see that it did not flap, or call, or look about; it just flew on, droning ever louder.
The birds dived for it, calling in warning and wheeling about, harrying it cruelly. The croaking and unrepentant drone became a great ugly chorus that filled the silence completely. Soon enough the flying thing turned a wide arc in the air and flew back along its path. A few of the birds followed it curiously, but the rest contented to let it go and resumed their searching.
Not until the last birds had dwindled into the distance did Aragorn stand. He moved to Gandalf's side, but the wizard had already risen and stood staring after the strange thing that had returned to the mountains. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but when Sam turned he saw that all the Company had awoken, and from the various expressions of confusion, curiosity and fear on their faces, he knew that none of them had any idea of what the thing might be, or whence it came.
Author's note:
Well. It has been a long time – a VERY long time – since I looked at these pages. In all honesty I thought I'd never be here again. They are early works and I was ashamed of elements of them – too much lifting of text, purple prose, unnecessary phrasing, and so on. I was ready, a year ago, to kill these off and never to come back.
Somehow, between then and now, I've discovered that I can't delete them. So rather than do that, I'm going to start reworking them. It will be a slow process, but they are going to be revised and posted over at AO3, and then gradually deleted or updated from ff.net. Then, hopefully, I will be in a good place to complete the story.
Here we go. Welcome anyone who comes to this for the first time, and any returning readers, I'm so grateful for your faith in me – it's more than I have in myself, and I'm so touched that people still want this fic.
Blessings
Gaya x
Fandom: Lord of the Rings, Stargate SG-1
Title: For Those That See (0/?)
Character/Pairing:SG1, Fellowship; Frodo, Daniel Jackson
Length: WIP
Genre: Action/adventure, crossover
Rating: PG
Spoilers: SG-1 through season seven, Lord of the Rings throughout
Warnings: Nothing really yet.
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings, all text, characters and storylines, are the property of the Tolkien Estate. All Stargate characters and situations are the property of MGM. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.
Summary: Sam and Aragorn, on watch, see something new...
Master Fanfic List
A/N: This chapter is largely lifted from LotR. I've thought about different ways to do this, but this isn't so much my chapter as a bridge between the great Professor's work and mine. While other revisions will be taking his words out and rescripting to be all fanfic, this is the bridge and needs to stay roughly as it is. The first three paragraphs are all Tolkien (indicated by italics).
Prologue
It was Sam's turn that day to take the first watch, but Aragorn joined him. The others fell asleep. Then the silence grew until even Sam felt it. The breathing of the sleepers could be plainly heard. Sam could hear his own joints creaking, if he stirred. Dead silence was around him, and over all hung a clear blue sky, as the Sun rode up from the East. Away in the South a dark patch appeared and grew, and drove north like flying smoke in the wind.
"What's that, Strider? It doesn't look like a cloud," said Sam in a whisper to Aragorn. He made no answer, he was gazing intently at the sky; but before long Sam could see for himself what was approaching. Flocks of birds, flying at great speed, were wheeling and circling, and traversing all the land as if searching for something; and they were steadily drawing nearer.
"Lie flat and still!" hissed Aragorn, pulling Sam down into the shade of a holly-bush; for a whole regiment of birds had broken away suddenly from the main host, and came, flying low, straight towards the ridge. Sam thought they were a kind of crow of large size. As they passed overhead, in so dense a throng that their shadow followed them darkly over the ground below, one harsh croak was heard.
A new sound invaded Sam's hearing, something he had never heard before. It began soft, but grew swiftly, buzzing like some giant insect approaching. The birds wheeled overhead and swooped above their hiding-place again, calling now to one another in coarse voices. A new shape in the sky approached them from the East; but what it was Sam could not say. It flew like a bird, a great eagle or raptor, but flew too straight, too stiffly, as though there were something lifeless about it. When it came closer he could see that it did not flap, or call, or look about; it just flew on, droning ever louder.
The birds dived for it, calling in warning and wheeling about, harrying it cruelly. The croaking and unrepentant drone became a great ugly chorus that filled the silence completely. Soon enough the flying thing turned a wide arc in the air and flew back along its path. A few of the birds followed it curiously, but the rest contented to let it go and resumed their searching.
Not until the last birds had dwindled into the distance did Aragorn stand. He moved to Gandalf's side, but the wizard had already risen and stood staring after the strange thing that had returned to the mountains. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but when Sam turned he saw that all the Company had awoken, and from the various expressions of confusion, curiosity and fear on their faces, he knew that none of them had any idea of what the thing might be, or whence it came.
