Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain

Blame tarion_anarore and fanged_geranium for this....

I wasn't going to post anymore of this. It was just for fun to begin with, anyway. But I got talked into it. I am such a pushover....

In this scene, you will get to meet angsty!teenaged!Feanor. If you thought angsty!adult!Feanor was bad, then you're in for a treat.

I welcome any and all comments on this work. I might even continue it someday! (I wrote up to Scene Ten, but there is a scene missing, the Valarin bureaucracy scene.) Please be aware that this is really sacreligious and evil. If you can't handle bawdy, pervy Elves and relentless mockery of The Silmarillion, please stop here and save all of our eyebrows from the flames.

If you are going to continue nonetheless: Happy Reading! :)

( Scene Five )

If you wish to read my earlier scenes, they may also be found in my LJ:
Scene One
Scene Two
Scene Three
Scene Four

In her dimly lit study in Ellicott City, Dawn Felagund takes hold of the enormous monkey on her back and heaves it out the window....

In other words, I am posting Scene 3 a day early. Why? Because I am neglecting my "Important Work" (which is Another Man's Cage, for those who do not know) to post this fun little tidbit. Yes, I am having more fun with this stupid play than with my Important Work. I have written like two paragraphs on it in two weeks, and since I still have about fifty pages to go before I finish (translate to: 200 pages; some of you have surely notice that I am long-winded and tend to babble, like I am doing now), then this is not good. Neither is it good that I haven't posted more in over a week now, and my Maitimo is giving me a very evil look and threatening to not speak to me (and since I am writing his section now....)

So tomorrow (hopefully) I will work on AMC--meaning write at least five pages in a blindingly small font and post Chapter Six. I will finish betaing poor Doyonil's Chapter Five (which I promised on *Friday*--bad 'gund!). Oh, and maybe run a few warrants or put a few files away or something work related. Or maybe not. ;)

I should mention that this play was never finished. So if you are looking for a nice, happy conclusion, you might have to wait a few years until I get motivated and finish it. Oh, and it is missing a scene because my husband and I were in the midst of creating agencies for our massive Valarin bureaucracy and just...stopped. For no reason. So I am going to elicit the help of my lovely readers in thinking of more Valarin bureaucratic agencies so that I can finish the scene. What I have so far:

-The Bureau of Elvish Customs and Border Protection--a shout-out to my hubby's homies at the United States Bureau of Customs and Border Protection.

::crickets chirp while I wait for inspiration....::

And that's it. So if you have any catchy twists on a bona fide government agency that has to do with Elvish customs, marriage, or anything Tolkien, let me know, and I will grovel at your feet.

Okay, now that the kissing up is done, I will give you Scene Three, where Fëanor comes back and causes some hullabaloo with Fingolfin and a good time is had by all. It is a short scene, but it will be made up in the next, which is uberlong.

If you are bothered by blasphemous and sometimes naughty humor stop reading now! I cannot be held liable for the sudden and possibly painful loss of the stick up your ass.

( Scene Three )

All comments are always welcome! Millions of thanks to those who have left comments on the first two scenes--hugs to you all!

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 juno_magic. And then admitted to still having an idea of where they are so that I could send them to her. Think I learned my lesson? Noooo.... The other day, I was writing to arandil13 about how Fëanor is much easier to write in comedy, IMO, than serious fiction, and I opened my pie-hole again in mention of this rather--okay really--daft play I wrote about The Silmarillion about a year-and-a-half ago.

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 )