Progress report: Torchwood & Tolkienfic
Aug. 14th, 2012 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartDual goodies today. I wrote 3 pages of Chapter 5 of "Atonement" - not much of interest, mostly filling stuff, but that has to be done, too.
Excerpt:
In which the Torchwood gang has breakfast together.
They all seemed in a fairly good mood, laughing and joking about the previous night, which seemed to have been quiet. At least compared to the average.
“Only two stray Weevils and some alien toaster,” Andy was saying when Adam entered the main working area. “Can I have the toaster, Ianto? Jack says it’s harmless, but the power cell is supposed to last a lifetime, so I could use it on camping trips, too, where ain’t any local power source.”
“Not before we’ve checked with the database,” Director Jones, clad in a sharp suit and a purple shirt with a black tie, replied, sniffing the coffee vapours woefully. “If it does check out safe, be my guest. We’ve got too much junk in the Archives already."
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I've also managed to trick the Elfhelm story into some kind of cooperation. I'm still stuck with Chapter 11 (the marriage negotiations), but I've started translating small pieces of Chapter 12 that can be used in Tolkien context. I may not keep everything I'm translating, but at least I've slightly moved away from my dead spot.
Excerpt:
In which we visit a mysterious place.
Deep in the heart of the mountains, not even under the roots of Falun but under Grenaar, roughly three or four miles afar from Ragnar’s halls dwelt Tanfana, the norna, the timeless tutor of all shieldmaidens. The caves of her dwellings reached far under the northern outskirts of Grenaar; beyond them only the few deep halls of the Dwarves still alive under Nimwarkinh could be found, but those were beyond the reach of all living Men.
The Meeting Hall – the only one where outsiders, especially men, were allowed - was a cavernous room. Its arched ceiling held by natural dripstone pillars shaped by the trickling water during countless Ages. The walls of the cave, too, were smoothed by the relentless work of water, resulting in the most fantastic formations. Neither Man nor Dwarf had ever laid hand upon these stones, and yet the mortal eye was tempted to find familiar shapes in them: a candle, a draped curtain, the likeness of animals and monsters.
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As it's still fairly early, I'm hoping to make some more progress with both stories, but that will come in tomorrow's report.
Excerpt:
In which the Torchwood gang has breakfast together.
They all seemed in a fairly good mood, laughing and joking about the previous night, which seemed to have been quiet. At least compared to the average.
“Only two stray Weevils and some alien toaster,” Andy was saying when Adam entered the main working area. “Can I have the toaster, Ianto? Jack says it’s harmless, but the power cell is supposed to last a lifetime, so I could use it on camping trips, too, where ain’t any local power source.”
“Not before we’ve checked with the database,” Director Jones, clad in a sharp suit and a purple shirt with a black tie, replied, sniffing the coffee vapours woefully. “If it does check out safe, be my guest. We’ve got too much junk in the Archives already."
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I've also managed to trick the Elfhelm story into some kind of cooperation. I'm still stuck with Chapter 11 (the marriage negotiations), but I've started translating small pieces of Chapter 12 that can be used in Tolkien context. I may not keep everything I'm translating, but at least I've slightly moved away from my dead spot.
Excerpt:
In which we visit a mysterious place.
Deep in the heart of the mountains, not even under the roots of Falun but under Grenaar, roughly three or four miles afar from Ragnar’s halls dwelt Tanfana, the norna, the timeless tutor of all shieldmaidens. The caves of her dwellings reached far under the northern outskirts of Grenaar; beyond them only the few deep halls of the Dwarves still alive under Nimwarkinh could be found, but those were beyond the reach of all living Men.
The Meeting Hall – the only one where outsiders, especially men, were allowed - was a cavernous room. Its arched ceiling held by natural dripstone pillars shaped by the trickling water during countless Ages. The walls of the cave, too, were smoothed by the relentless work of water, resulting in the most fantastic formations. Neither Man nor Dwarf had ever laid hand upon these stones, and yet the mortal eye was tempted to find familiar shapes in them: a candle, a draped curtain, the likeness of animals and monsters.
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As it's still fairly early, I'm hoping to make some more progress with both stories, but that will come in tomorrow's report.
