I have noticed that I have a tendency to open my big mouth way to often. I could never be a spy for the government. I'd get found out right away.
First, I made the error of mentioning some early publications I had to
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I wrote it because I was high on Silmania at the time, but all my nerdy friends are nerdy in non-Tolkien ways. They like video games, RPGs, anime, Chinese dynasties...but nothing Tolkien. So I got the bright idea that my husband (who was then my fiance) should read The Sil. Of course, he didn't think it was a great idea. I kept trying to convince him that the Sil is really a great book if you can get past all the thous and thees and fifteen million multi-syllabic names written in various fictional languages, but he didn't buy it. He would read my writing, though. That is part of the contract when you want to marry a writer: You have to read her slop, even if it kills you from boredom. So I made up my mind to write a Silmarillion drama with enough action, bawdy humor, and stupidity to entertain my husband.
And it did. He would read it on the Metro, going to work, and we would laugh about it later. Then we got married, and his wedding gift to me was to read The Sil. (He hasn't yet, but he still has three-and-a-half months before the traditional year is up and he is obligated to give me my gift.)
So, anyway, this is the first scene of that play. Canatics beware! You will find this thing blasphemous. Also, it has lots of bawdy humor (because I am a perv) and some mild language too. So if this kind of thing offends you, move on now and no one gets hurt.
Otherwise, enjoy! I had fun writing it and--although I am not working on it anymore--it is my first official piece of Silmarillion writing.
( Scene One )
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