For 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 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.


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 )


Jan. 5th, 2014 10:04 pm

A lot more people seem to be hating, this time round. I prefer to enjoy my entertainment than to hate on it so I decided that was going to be bloody brilliant and it was.


so there.

Of note: I'm doing NaNo this year so this will all be derailed in November. I may be able to get a bit of fic written around that, we'll see. 1600 words a day is not that much. Or so I keep telling myself.

Uniform series: Part three is up! Now there look like being a part four and five, as I have had more requests for outfits. It's getting distinctly crackier as we go along...
Lieder ohne Worte: Chapter two is in the works, as are three through ten. However this is a collab and we've both been ill so it might be a little while yet.
Faust!fic: Partially drafted, pretty high on the priority list.
Kink fic: Oh, that bloody kink fic. It's been sitting on the back burner forever... probably not to get attention until after November although it will be picked up soon.
J/L fic: Yes, really. Partially drafted, probably not finishing off until after season two though as I've got plenty to do and it's a hiatus one.
Sequels to WWJ: A couple in the works, (mostly in my head still), notably the one where John starts off dead. That'll be cheery then...
Archie fic: Not forgotten! I owe Archie a big, long, angsty, sad fic, and I have started it. But it's angsty enough that it's causing me a little emo to write, so I have to take it in small steps.
SG1/Merlin: Chapter two hopefully by the end of the week (updated 4/10/11)
SG1/Sherlock: Mostly in the head at the moment, a bit on paper. I need to get my Daniel voice sorted out in the Merlinverse before I transpose him to the Sherlockverse. And it was only ever going to be Daniel, wasn't it?

I've had a terribly unreliable summer, partially because my memory went to pot (literally, there are holes in it and I can only ensure I remember things by writing them on my phone). I've got one project to do but that's all for the moment, but to stop me from getting horribly buried under my own woe I would like to take on some more at some point. I miss betaing. Nothing with a November deadline though!

Other projects:
I'm working on EPUB and MOBI versions of my existing fics that are worth putting into that format. It's getting reasonably regular attention as it's nice non-scripting work but my graphics are fairly atrocious.
Someone suggested they might try to podfic me a couple of fics. Watch this space...

Real Life:
I still refuse to have one, but it keeps trying to interrupt my fandoming. Notably at the moment the husband is due home in a few weeks so I have to clean up and pretend I was a good housewife the whole time he was away. This is quite an in-depth task!

Updated 9/10/11


Nov. 28th, 2013 11:32 pm

Having collapsed out of fandom a long time ago, clawing my way back into it sometimes seems an impossible task, and so I keep not starting.


Nevertheless, I am thankful for all of you, (even though thanksgiving is on the other side of the pond.)

I have been waiting for this day since 2005. XD

It is truly amazing that a man who died forty years ago - ten years before I was born - has gifted me with the most wonderful group of friends anyone could imagine.



So David Cameron has a bad back that is going to stop him from hunting deer in Scotland.  Apart from reminding us that he's an out of touch posh git, does anyome else REALLY REALLY want him put through an ATOS assessment and forced to work jn a menial job with a disability for a while?


Aug. 20th, 2013 09:33 pm

When you see this on your flist, quote some Shakespeare on your LJ.


The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil: and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me

I'm trying to work out who's still following what in terms of social media. Say hi if you read this message?

Sean Bean

Aug. 13th, 2013 03:31 pm

He really likes this pose for his fantasy/historical roles, huh?

ETA Er, I can't turn it round. tilt your head.


Aug. 12th, 2013 03:42 pm

When I'm cold in bed? No cats. When I'm in bed with a temperature?  Four cats.


ETA. Five cats.


ETA2 where's my flippin' tall dark and mysterious yet noble in bearing traveller
with an infusion of Athelas,  infused in hot water and not his own spit then?

On a lighter note, I bought too many grapes on offer in sainsbury's so I tried freezing some. Eating them frozen is one of t the tastiest things I have ever discovered.

by the way

Jul. 18th, 2013 11:41 pm

I wish I cared about stuff at the moment. I wish I cared about fandom politics and sexuality/gender issues and even the sodding government sodding everything up, and fic that is awesome and the latest facebook shitstorm/"improvement" and what's doing the rounds on Tumblr and all that. I wish I cared about writing stories and even just watching fandom shows. I wish I did.


Thing is, this is how I know my illness is much, much worse than it has been in the past. I've never walled myself off from fandom like this before. I have been and am, really, really, really ill. Too ill to work, too ill to be able to go outside the flat in a bad day. Just too ill. I realised doing my DLA form today that I don't conceptualise myself as ill, just as someone who can't cope. But I am, actually, frighteningly, ill enough to continue with a behaviour which could stop my heart, right there in an instant, because I just can't stop doing it.


I fear that there's no coming back from this. I don't know how to get back to fandom. I feel like it's just built up this huge wall of terror and loss and if I make a chink the whole thing will fall down on me. Knowing that I've probably not been missed by more than one or two people makes it easier to stay away. I'm scared to come back and be rejected and I'm scared to try and realise I can't do it. All I think about is my illness and I don't want that in my writing, I don't want to see other people writing about it and fucking it up, I don't want to write the next chapter of something and realise no-one cares.


But I want, so much, to come home.

After nightly disturbances all week I have finally plucked up the courage to ask the drum and bass fans inhabiting the courtyard to go inside tonight after I came home to a room stinking of marijuana a few minutes ago and loud music still on.


Turns out they're not inconsiderate wankers, just stupid enough not to work out that a flat that can take up at the most two sides of a square courtyard might have somebody living on the other two sides. Even if that somebody periodically turns her lights on and off.

Hello world. I am, once again, back. I'm not going to pretend that this isn't something I've said over and over, but I do feel this time might be different. I've felt so much that I've been drowning for a long time. Friends and family have buoyed me up, but left to my own devices I just sink under. A week ago I was finishing a four day retreat from which I came home feeling that all my tumbling thoughts had been stacked neatly onto shelves. They've all fallen off again, which was kind of devastating. however, switching back to my first analogy, I'm not drowning all the time I'm on my own. I've been able to kick to the surface on my own and take a breath before I sink again. Of course seeing and making friends is a big part of that and my Blood Brother keeps me going as best he can, but I'm just gently learning how to stop thrashing around and just be in the water (much like today on the boating lake with Monty, where I had an epiphany that if I held the oars still in the water it would settle the boat).

It really is a case of baby steps. It has to be - I know I'm really one for trying to run before I can walk. So, I will just record that:

- on retreat I wrote a poem. First writing in months.
- Shortly after coming home I started drafting a story for my nephew which may entail my learning to draw cats,
- My alter ego ravenrosebud is starting a tumblr account which will simply post good things, nice things, spiritual things, things that connect me to God.

For the moment, that's it. I can't focus on getting better and getting back into being a rabid fangirl and writing and crafting all at the same time. Putting tiny little things in place which can take the edge off in a crisis is probably the most helpful thing for me at the moment, so that will be the focus for a while. Hopefully a return to life may yet grow from these green shoots.

Love you all
Gaya xxx


Jun. 17th, 2013 10:13 pm

Say you were Jim Moriarty and could break into anywhere, and you could carry and one thing or group of things (ie they belong in a set or they all match and make a group), but only once...

where would you break into and and what would you take?

(I know mine already but I'm interested in what things other people would steal before I divulge mine. :p )

Numpty moment of the week, on discussing the difference between Samuel Coleridge Taylor and Samuel Taylor Coleridge:


Dad: He wrote 'Khubla Khan'.
Me: Isn't that the one about the tiger?
D: No. It's about Khubla Khan.
M: Wasn't he a tiger?
D: No.
M: Then which is the one about the tiger?
D: 'The Tiger'.
M: Then what am I thinking of?
Mum: Shere Khan from ' The Jungle Book'?
Me: ...ah.



May. 25th, 2013 08:46 pm

Wouldn't Wishing you were somehow here again be much more interesting if the cemetery turned out to be full of weeping angels in league with the Phantom?

bloody hell that's kim catrall the evil vulcan.



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