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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Sillyfic Meme

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Jenni has asked me to share the sillyfic I wrote spur-of-the-moment in answer to nienna_weeper's request that the next time I tell a spider story, it involve spiders being slain by hott Elves. Okay, I said. Can do.

I had hoped that the story would moulder away unseen in the comments section of that post, but Jenni found it and poked me and here I am.

So--to lessen the embarassment of posting intentional sillyfic in my LJ (whoever's laughing and saying, "What's new about that?" stop it! :^P)--I have turned it into a meme. Because the basis actually was really fun.

I want you to envision your life as a Tolkien sillyfic, full of all the melodramatic angst, bad sex, and shoddy descriptions that you can muster in few words. Pick an ordinary event in your life and write a short sillyfic about the scene using Tolkien's characters. Naturally, you're free to embellish all you want and change details, but the premise should be based in real life.

For example, I had an encounter with a spider in the bathroom that resulted in this sillyfic. Now I was not in the bathtub when this happened. I was not...erm..."self-sparring." And I am not Erestor. But we were both frightened by a large spider in the bathroom while pining for our absent lover. So there is a connection, however frail it may be.

Stuck in traffic? Frustrated by all the schoolwork you have to do? Have a crush on someone? I smell sillyfic....

As told by just about every handbook on writing out there, write what you know. It often is that a real life story or encounter that has your audience laughing, crying, or cringing whenever you tell it can be good fodder for a story....

Or just fodder for fun with sillyfic.

Most of all, have fun with this! We're not trying to win Pulitzers here!

So here's my sillyfic, based off of my Experiences with the Spider, inspired by nienna_weeper and shared because of the gently prodding by digdigil. Be forewarned that it is slash. Be forewarned that it is Third Age and we all know that Dawn Just Doesn't Do Third Age. Be forewarned that it was written on a whim and is, well...silly.

Slyaing Spiders
Erestor reclined in the bathtub, skin as pale as the porcelain beneath the oil-dark swatch of silken hair spilling over the side. The warm water slid like a lover's caress over his naked skin.

Glorfindel was gone on one of his famous "missions," this time to assuage a possible quandry involving a mishmash of adventurers preparing to cross the Bruinen. Well, that was all that he would tell Erestor, ignoring--Erestor thought with some annoyance--the fact that it was their anniversary and they'd had plans that Erestor had wholly expected to be...erm..."tended to," until roughly two hours ago, when Glorfindel had left.

So he was left, beautiful Elf naked in the bathtub and quite obviously needing...erm..."tending to."

"Ai, quandry indeed," muttered Erestor because the damned thing insisted on poking above the surface of the bathwater no matter how many times he thought of how utterly, irrevocably incensed he was with Glorfindel.

He knew how it would progress from many years of experience (that were supposed to be honored tonight, he might add): Glorfindel would return late and grimy and smelling of horses and mud and filth and Erestor dared not ponder what else; he would slide between the sheets of their clean bed (made up just this morning by Erestor, who didn't trust Elrond's vapid-eyed servants), and expect Erestor to simply relinquish to his charms and oh-so-supple warrior's hands.

"Not tonight," Erestor growled.

Glorfindel was the revered warrior, but as Erestor was fond of teasing him, given the right motivations, Erestor was also very skilled with taking sword in hand. And with a delightfully bitter thought of turning his back upon Glorfindel that night and leaving him unfulfilled, Erestor did just that.

He was approaching a very key moment in his self "sparring" when he noticed the spider.

No matter all the charms of Rivendell, the place cultivated the biggest spiders Erestor had ever seen. (Elrond, in his wisdom, suggested it was the dampness.) No matter the cause, Erestor was stricken, naked in the water, "sword" in hand, with the spider blocking his passage to the door and crawling steadily toward him on chitinous legs that Erestor imagined he could hear clicking on the bathroom floor.

Quandry, indeed.

But at the moment the bathroom door flew open hard enough to hit the wall and knock the portrait of Nienna that Glorfindel insisted on keeping there to the floor, revealing none other than Glorfindel himself, golden skin humid with perspiration, clothing torn asunder, and with a mutinous gleam in his eye.

"Erestor," he said, "how delightful to find you with sword in hand, ready to spar. Prepare to immolate your foe!"

As he launched himself across the room to tumble fully clothed into the bathtub, his foot quashed the spider.
  • Awesome idea to come up with this meme!

    Psst! You should have saved it for a SWG challenge!

    But nrrrgghh! Now you've inspired me, and I was already writing something else! Gah!

    • *rubs hands gleefully*

      Revenge...sweet revenge.

      Ahem. I mean, I'm sorry to have...erm...distracted you. Truly, truly. :^P

      It seemed rather small for a challenge. Maybe a workshop once we get that going? :^D
  • *snicker, snicker*

    Aww, this was so cute and funny! I laughed myself silly at every mention of Erestor with his 'sword' in hand. They way you've written him is so... Erestor. And his anger with Glorfindel is so... well... cute. It makes me wanna smooch Erestor really bad.

    And the ending... Ha! In comes Fin to save the day and squash the spider. I wonder if Erestor though better of him after that. And, since he would actually join him in the bathroom, did Erestor let clean Glorfindel 'spar' with him?

    The idea is great and I'll think about an amusing RL situation to embarrass Feany in. *rubs hands*
    • ...with Nienna in it, of course.

      What? I didn't say anything...
    • Ooooh... *looks forward to it!*

      Which makes me remember that you posted a story that I haven't read yet. And Jenni posted a new chapter too. Well, I have 21 minutes and not enough time to want to embark on the next part of the *ahem* Erestor/Feany story.

      (Okay. I will really stop now. :^P)

      I think that they probably "sparred." After all, Glorfi rushed home to see him. I think that probably made up for things.

      But I don't know Erestor that well yet, so maybe...what do you think? :^D
      • Okay. I will really stop now.

        No, you're not gonna stop. See, I know you by now and you luuuv teasing me. You little >:) you!

        I think that they probably "sparred." After all, Glorfi rushed home to see him. I think that probably made up for things.

        But I don't know Erestor that well yet, so maybe...what do you think? :^D

        Hmm... that's a tough one... Lemme think... hot!sweaty!eager!horny Glorfindel... *snort* Who could ever say no to that?
  • Isn't that how many people write, anyway? I know I incorporate many everyday stupidities into my stories.

    I might try this meme later, though. I enjoyed reading the badfic writing style you used here.

    PS. Speaking of spiders... I heartily recommend Maggie's Tolkienian spider-slash "Spiders in the Mist." You'll never look at them the same way again.
    • I incorporate more emotional or very general experiences into my stories than actual events. So, for example, I know the feeling of being uncontrollably afraid of something, and I might use that in a story...but I probably wouldn't use the exact example of encountering a large spider in the loo while in an emotionally fragile state.

      So this was new for me.

      But I suppose that everyone writes differently. :)

      The badfic style is really a guilty pleasure for me. I started a satire all done in badfic called "The Election Farce of Nargothrond" with such atrocious metaphors as comparing Finrod's hair to sunbeams, etc. *cringes* But it's such fun all the same! Now that has me thinking that I must try to unearth that and work on it more....

      I've had "Spiders in the Mist" recommended to me on several occasions now by different people. I shall have to check it out.
  • *stuffs fingers in ears and starts singing la-la-la! very loudly*

    Not doing this meme, NOT.

    I did love yours though. Hee.
    • Thank you! :^D

      Now working with customers is perfect fodder, I'd think, for a meme like this....

      *runs and hides*
  • YAY!!!!

    I'm an inspiration!

    Whoo hoo!

    And you kept Nienna in there!

    *huge hugs!!!!*
    • *hugs back*

      Yep! As soon as I wrote the comment to you about it, I went and changed it in the story. It's there to stay now. ;)

      I gakked a meme and from and wrote a sillyfic because of you today, so you are my inspiration for the day! Thank you! :)
  • *SNERK!!* Oh dear...:)
    • Maedhros and Fingon are quietly chanting "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

      I mean, c'mon, working "trombone" into a sillyfic should be an easy task, right? :^P
      • *Arches eyebrow at Mae & Fin*
        You two aren't the best to be chanting that you know. Someone could take it the wrong way. Or the right way, as the case might be with you...

        Of course, there are so many trombones in M-E...:P
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