writing meme

[sophinisba]

I'm not actually feeling at all creative right now, but I am feeling kind of lonely, hence the spam. Here is a fun meme gacked from schemingreader, almostnever, and kissing_athelas, among others:

Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return (and if inspired), I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.

ETA: I'm going out for a few hours. Thanks so much for coming to cheer me up, girls. Keep 'em coming, please. And feel free to write your own crack in the comments if you feel so inspired.

ETA: Back. Eh, who cares about term papers when there is crackfic to write?

Comments

[aprilkat.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this VERY much! Keep going, if you have the motivation. Please?

[sophinisba]

Harry startled a little but Pippin grinned. "Don't worry," he said, "that'll just be Nob with the food."

Merry opened the door, still watching Harry, who at this moment reminded him of a turtle who'd just slowly begun to poke out his head and then retreated back into his shell.

"Here you are, sirs," said Nob, struggling under the weight of tray and pitcher. "Will you be needing anything else?"

"You've arranged for a room for Harry?" said Pippin.

"The single one at the end of the hall – I think you know it, so you can show your friend there yourselves if you'd rather not wait around for me."

"Thank you, Nob," said Merry. He smiled warmly at their old friend. He'd never forgotten the help he'd had from him on their first night in Bree, his first brush with the Black Breath. They saw each other every few years now and sometimes found time for a chat while other times Nob was too rushed to work by an impatient Butterbur, and on other occasions Merry and Pippin found themselves occupied with other acquaintances, old and new. But Nob was always there, ready to offer his help with a quiet smile. Merry thought him a very fine hobbit and it made him glad to think that Men passing through Bree, who perhaps would never have met a hobbit before, would have a good impression when they met Nob. He hoped that Harry thought well of hobbits so far from having met him and Pippin.

At the moment Harry was staring at Pippin, who'd set in on the pork chops before Nob closed the door again.

"Eat up, lad," said Merry. "We can't have you starving when you're in our company," even if the people who are supposed to take care of you clearly aren't feeding you well.

"I... I was meaning to tell you something." But he picked up his fork anyway. No one could resist Peony's cooking, Merry thought, even if he did think what he had to say and do was the most important thing in the world.

Merry knew a thing or two about that. "It sounded like you were about to tell us that you were a wizard," he said, watching Harry's eyes widen behind his spectacles and wondering suddenly whether, had Frodo stayed, he'd have aged enough to want spectacles by now, and what his eyes would look like behind them. "I can't say that doesn't seem strange to me – you don't look much like the wizards we've met, for one thing."

Pippin nodded. "They both had great grey beards, you know."

"A lot of them do where I come from too," said Harry. "Just not, you know, the ones who are sixteen years old. Or the women."

Merry chuckled. "And where you come from is a lot farther away than Gondor or Harad or even Valinor, I think." The names clearly meant nothing to the boy, but they were understanding each other anyhow. "So," Merry continued, "Pippin and I are used to having people upset our expectations. It's the kind of thing that tends to happen here in Bree. Will you show us that little stick you've been hiding?"

Putting down his fork and knife, Harry sheepishly reached under his robe and drew out a thin, smooth stick that looked like one Merry had seen a Gondorian musician use to lead his fellows in the right rhythm.

"Gandalf used to carry a great tall staff," said Pippin, "like a walking stick."

"We use these," said Harry, gripping it so tightly that it shook slightly. "But I tried using it earlier, downstairs, and it wouldn't work."

"Wouldn't do what?"

"Well, anything. I couldn't disapparate, I couldn't levitate, I couldn't even do a summoning charm."

"And why would you have wanted to do any of those things?" said Pippin, as if he knew what they were.

"Well, the first to get out of here, but I suspect that only works if one knows where one is. The others... just to know that I could." He shrugged. "But I couldn't."

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, yes! Delightful.

(Uh oh, I just diverted you from working again, didn't I?)

[sophinisba]

Eh, I will work on them tomorrow. It's nice to be diverted. (What should happen next do you think?)