Alternative Tolkien - John Norman
Saturday, January 19th, 2008 12:42 am.
In honor of
britgirlsf, who posted the brilliance that I mentioned in my last post, I give you... *drumroll*
John Norman:
I, Frodo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, am one who is known to Sauron of Mordor.
It came about late in the month of En’Kara in the year of 10,117 of the Third Age that I awoke to the soothing touch of a small sponge that bathed my forehead.
I grabbed the hand that held the sponge and found that I held a girl’s wrist. “Who are you?” I asked.
I lay on a stone platform padded by heavy sleeping pelts and numerous scarves of yellow and red silk.
“Please.” Said the girl.
She was comely with light hair straight and bound simply behind her back with a small ribbon of yellow silk. Her eyes blue and sullen. Her full, red lips, seemed to pout sensuously, rebelliously, and perhaps subtly contemptuously.
“I am Arwen,” she responded “your slave.”
I released her wrist.
She knelt resting on her heels with her back straight. In her eyes there seemed to burn an irritable fury of helpless rage. I smiled but she did not smile back, looking away angrily.
When she again raised her head I saw about her throat, as I expected, graceful and gleaming, the silver collar of a Mordor slave girl.
“Your demeanor does not suggest that of a slave girl.” I said.
“I am a chamber slave.” She whispered. “As long as you are in this room, you may do with me as you please. Master.”
Her shoulders shook with rage at my widened smile.
“I see I must teach you the meaning of your collar.” I said, rising and stepping towards her. She scrambled to the corner of the room with a cry.
My laugh was loud.
In honor of
John Norman:
I, Frodo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, am one who is known to Sauron of Mordor.
It came about late in the month of En’Kara in the year of 10,117 of the Third Age that I awoke to the soothing touch of a small sponge that bathed my forehead.
I grabbed the hand that held the sponge and found that I held a girl’s wrist. “Who are you?” I asked.
I lay on a stone platform padded by heavy sleeping pelts and numerous scarves of yellow and red silk.
“Please.” Said the girl.
She was comely with light hair straight and bound simply behind her back with a small ribbon of yellow silk. Her eyes blue and sullen. Her full, red lips, seemed to pout sensuously, rebelliously, and perhaps subtly contemptuously.
“I am Arwen,” she responded “your slave.”
I released her wrist.
She knelt resting on her heels with her back straight. In her eyes there seemed to burn an irritable fury of helpless rage. I smiled but she did not smile back, looking away angrily.
When she again raised her head I saw about her throat, as I expected, graceful and gleaming, the silver collar of a Mordor slave girl.
“Your demeanor does not suggest that of a slave girl.” I said.
“I am a chamber slave.” She whispered. “As long as you are in this room, you may do with me as you please. Master.”
Her shoulders shook with rage at my widened smile.
“I see I must teach you the meaning of your collar.” I said, rising and stepping towards her. She scrambled to the corner of the room with a cry.
My laugh was loud.
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Date: Saturday, January 19th, 2008 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, January 19th, 2008 08:57 am (UTC)But he'd still be short.
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Date: Sunday, January 20th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)I've read a lot of sci-fi in my life, and somehow managed to miss these completely. It appears to be no loss. This guy had some real issues.
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Date: Sunday, January 20th, 2008 03:10 pm (UTC)Do keep in mind that he didn't write this. It's a parody of his work.