Version: Draft 1
Author: reverend
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon. Middle-Earth belongs to JRR Tolkien
Rating: PG-13 (FSK16)
Feedback: That's what this board is there for.
Distribution: None. Work in progress!
Background: Middle-Earth
Authors Notes:
Ok, after reading BtVS fanfics for a long time, I finally decided to start my very own. Yay me. I have an outline finished, as well as very rough drafts of the scenes. Now I could use feedback on the fleshed-out chapters, before I write so much that it would be too much work to correct large errors.
I have a couple of concerns myself, but I'll post them after this first draft.
However, two things to keep in mind please:
- English is not my native language.
- This is my first attempt at story-writing ever.
These are definately not excuses for mistakes, but reasons.
Also, I assume that the reader is somewhat familiar with Tolkiens world.
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Chapter 1: City of the Sealords
If a traveller boarded a ship in Osgiliath and decided to sail southward on the great River Anduin, he would soon arrive at the city of Pelargir, one of Gondors largest and busiest cities. At the point where the ship would enter the harbour of Pelargir, or rather, one of the countless little harbours along the streets, our traveller would have to strain his eyes to see the other bank of the river.
Of course, there is no reason to look towards the eastern bank of the river Anduin, with a view such as Pelargir sitting on the western bank. After crossing the city wall, the traveller would be greeted by a busy waterway, be it the river Sirith which joins the Anduin at Pelargir, or the artificial moat, that would be regarded as a river in its own right at most other places. No matter which river the ship sailed on, to one side would lie the outer city, bristling with life and to the other side, the mighty wall of the older, inner city. Both sides are lined with piers, where large merchant ships lie besides the small boats of local fishermen or the even smaller rowboats used by those who do not want to use the bridges that span over the rivers.
However, this is possibly one of the least exciting way to first experience Pelargir. Much more appealing is to travel through the fields and hills of the Lebennin and then arrive at Pelargir on foot or horseback. From the top of those hills, one can appreciate the strange layout of the city properly: The circular walls around the outer part, the Sirith and the moat that give the inner city its triangular shape and within the well guarded inner harbour the Barad Hiraer, the tall tower of the Sealords.
Our story begins there, on top of a hill overlooking the road towards the West Gate to Pelargir.
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Wow.
That is not only the most common thought upon seeing a city like, say, Minas Anor for the first time, it is also the only coherent thought that went through the mind of the young woman who had just climbed the hillside to get a better view of the city ahead of her.
Undisturbed by the noise from the road, she stood there, looking forward to her first visit to the city. Her clothing was typical for a peasant in the Lebennin, sturdy travelling boots, coarse trousers and a shirt as well as a coat made of rough leather that now protected her against the chilly morning wind. Over her shoulder she had slung a simple cloth bag that once may have contained food and drink for her journey, but now seemed mostly empty. The tiredness on her face also spoke of the fact that she was clearly not used to travelling longer distances. However tired she was, her blue eyes still shone in anticipation. Pelargir. Ships. People. Places. Places to get lost in and never be found.
``First visit to Pelargir?''
She jumped at the voice that had suddenly spoken up behind her. Gripping the cords that held her bag together, she turned around.
``I remember my first visit. It's truly a spectacular sight. Unfortunately, like many spectacular things, it looses its magic once you've actually been in the city.''
The speaker was a middle-aged man in colourful clothing, that, although dirty from the road, was in better shape than that of the young woman. He spoke in an slightly musical, pleasant voice, that lend itself to the telling of long stories on a late evening. With a flourish he took off his feathered hat and gave a slight bow.
``Forgive my rudeness, I am Marek of Alderbreak, travelling bard, at your service.''
``T--t--tara.''
A raised eyebrow prompted the young woman to elaborate on her somewhat short answer.
``M--my name. T--tara. I am just a t--traveller...''
As if taken aback by her speech, she lowered her head and let strands of her long blonde hair fall over her eyes. Marek regarded her for a few moments before answering.
``Well, Tara, I'd like to stay and chat, but I've got a living to earn and a room for the night to find. If I were you, I'd try to find a room as soon as possible. The city is getting awfully crowded these days. Or so I've heard, anyway. And should you have some coins to spare, look for me on the Widows Green, my lute and I will be there.''
With that he bowed again, donned his hat, tipped its brim and walked down the hill, towards the road. From behind her curtain of hair, Tara watched the older man disappear into the everpresent crowd at the city's gate.
Find a room. I wonder if I have enough money.
Knowing better than to begin counting her, albeit few, coins in plain sight, she sighed and started walking.
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So there.
Now, my own concerns:
- Prepositions. Well, non-native speaker. Sometimes I'm not quite sure which preposition is the correct one.
- Long sentences. I enjoy reading Tolkiens epic style. But if sentences get too long, please stop me.
- Pacing. Again, Tolkien fan here. I like reading lots of (maybe meaningless) details, so I write them as well. I already try to cut back, but find it difficult to maintain a good balance. Also, I don't want to rush the story. (this part however is the very beginning, so it is naturally slower than the following parts will be.)
- Length. This section is approximately one fifth of what I have planned for the first chapter. (note that each "chapter" will be a closed story, in case I don't find time to write the next one.)
- Middle-Earth. Should I write a small paragraph about the actual setting? As the story takes place during the Kinstrife (ca. 1500 years before the ringwar) it might help understanding.
So, let's hear it.