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b2memB2MeM Challenge: N-41 Everything is better in Space
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Crackfic
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Legolas, Pippin, Merry, Sam, Gimli, Frodo, Aragorn
Pairings: None
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Summary: Legolas has been through a difficult time but now it is nearly at an end, or is it?
N-41 Every thing is better in space, Crackfic
The War of the Ring had not gone well and they had barely enough time to send a few ships into space in order to save the race of men, elves, dwarves and hobbits. Ten small ships had left Middle earth nearly eighty years ago. Legolas had the task of piloting the first one.
It was hoped that things would be better for them in space. They would begin again on some new world that Gandalf and Lord Elrond had chosen from studying the stars. Everything would be better in Space. That was the thinking on it before they left. So far, Legolas had not found that to be true. Space was not better, it was just lonely and far too quiet.
Legolas had been alone for years. He felt the ache of it every day, although he never dreamed this would happen when he volunteered to pilot the ship. He had been the logical choice, being immortal and all. It was possible for him to live through the long space journey where as the others, all being mortal, would not live to see the end of the journey unless they remained in a deep sleep with all of their bodily functions slowed down until the last portion of the flight. He had not believed he would be lonely, but he was. Each he wished more and more that he had someone to share the journey with. He wanted to hear the sound of another voice answering his.
Gandalf had been going to come and keep him company on the long journey but as things often happened with the wizard, Gandalf had not turned up in time. Legolas heard only that he had been *delayed* but not what had delayed him. So, the task of piloting the ship fell to Legolas alone.
Legolas hoped that Gandalf had been in time to leave on the last ship with Arwen and Lord Elrond but he could not be certain. Nothing about this was certain.
Years passed without the sound of another voice. He grew hungry for conversation. There were days when he felt he might go mad if he had to exist alone for a moment longer. Finally, the time came for him to wake the others from their sleep. It was a slow process but at least, in beginning it, Legolas knew that he would not be alone much longer. The very task of waking his friends, lightened Legolas’ mood.
“Are we there yet?” Pippin asked, as soon as he was able to speak. Then before Legolas could respond, the hobbit went on. “What time is it? How many meals do you suppose I’ve missed? My, but I’m hungry! I hope there are lots of good things to eat in the ships’ pantries. Do ships like this have pantries? Who is steering this ship while you are down here waking everyone? Is Merry awake yet or was I first? What did you do while we were all asleep? I imagine it was boring. Was it boring, Legolas?”
Having not heard any voice save his own for nearly eighty years, Legolas found himself having trouble keeping up with Pippin’s questions. He felt slightly over-whelmed by the hobbit. He was just getting his bearings and preparing to respond, when Sam started talking too.
“Hullo, Mr. Legolas,” Sam smiled. “I can’t say when I’ve felt this rested, then I guess I never have felt this rested before have I? My old Gaffer wouldn’t believe it all if I tried to explain this to him, but then I guess he’s long dead by now, isn’t he?” Sam frowned, his eyes filling with tears. “I guess everyone I know is gone, aren’t they?”
“I’m still here and Legolas is still here and of course, Merry and Frodo are and Gimli. Is Gimli awake yet, Legolas? If he isn’t then he will be soon. Oh! I nearly forgot Strider! Strider will be awake. He is, isn’t he, Legolas?” Pippin said barely stopping to breathe.
“Well, it’s about time you woke us, Laddy,” Gimli said. “I could use a beer or some dwarfish ale.”
“I’m hungry,” Merry said sitting up. “I haven’t eaten in years! I really haven’t eaten in years and years and years! I don’t know if I can last until something is cooked. Do we have any biscuits? I have to have something now, or sooner if that’s possible.”
“As soon as I am fully awake, I’m going to need something to write on,” Frodo said joining his voice with the others. “I believe that I had some exceptional dreams during the past eighty years and I will need a quiet place to write them all down in detail,” Frodo said.
“Frodo, everyone we knew is dead,” Sam moaned. “There’s no one to read it. Why bother?”
“Sam, what you need is something to eat,” Merry said encouragingly. “I suspect that Legolas has fixed a fine meal to welcome us all back and once we’ve all eaten, everything will seem better.”
“Well,” Legolas began but he was interrupted by Pippin again.
“I could eat an entire pork roast or a whole stack of apple pies or just a bushel of apples. Do we have apples, Legolas? I hope we do because I think while Frodo was having all of his important dreams, I was dreaming about eating apples so I hope we have some. We do, don’t we?”
“My old Gaffer loved apples,” Sam sniffed sorrowfully.
“I had a dream about your Father, Sam,” Frodo offered.
“Tell us about it over dinner,” Merry suggested.
“And a pint of ale,” Gimli announced rubbing his hands together.
“I think we need to go over our plans carefully before we do anything further. The good of all involved should be our primary concern. I suspect that Legolas has kept detailed records of the journey thus far and will be able to recount all of the important events,” Aragorn said. “In that way we will be able to plot our course and make proper decisions. We are the first ship in our group and we must lead the way for the others that will follow.”
“You all can take care of that while I write down my dreams,” Frodo said. “I want to do that before I forget them. They are clear in my mind now, but they will fade if I am not quick. I’m going to make a book of them and call I’ll call it, ‘Asleep and Awake Again, A Hobbit’s Journey into Space. I think that will do nicely as a title. Legolas, do you have paper and quill for me?”
“He’s busy getting me something to eat, Frodo,” Merry objected.
“I thought he was getting us all something to eat and some ale to wash it down with,” Gimli said.
“Don’t trouble Legolas,” Aragorn said. “He has to organize his report on the journey first.”
“I don’t think he’s doing anything at all just now, Strider,” Pippin frowned. “He’s just standing there doing nothing. What’s wrong with him? He looks like he’s turned to stone. You haven’t, have you, Legolas? Do you think he has, Merry? Strider, I think Legolas might be ill.”
“I dreamed about something like this,” Frodo sighed as they all looked worriedly at the Elf.
While he stood there, watching the others wake up and listening to their annoying voices, Legolas decided that he shouldn’t have revived them all at once. Perhaps a year or two apart would have been better. Perhaps he had undervalued his time alone. There was a lot to be said for peace and quiet. Maybe he’d wait until they were all distracted and put them under again. Then, he would wait until they were a bit closer to their new home and revive them again, only much slower. The next time, maybe he wouldn’t revived Pippin at all.
GW
03-08-2012
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Crackfic
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Legolas, Pippin, Merry, Sam, Gimli, Frodo, Aragorn
Pairings: None
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Summary: Legolas has been through a difficult time but now it is nearly at an end, or is it?
N-41 Every thing is better in space, Crackfic
The War of the Ring had not gone well and they had barely enough time to send a few ships into space in order to save the race of men, elves, dwarves and hobbits. Ten small ships had left Middle earth nearly eighty years ago. Legolas had the task of piloting the first one.
It was hoped that things would be better for them in space. They would begin again on some new world that Gandalf and Lord Elrond had chosen from studying the stars. Everything would be better in Space. That was the thinking on it before they left. So far, Legolas had not found that to be true. Space was not better, it was just lonely and far too quiet.
Legolas had been alone for years. He felt the ache of it every day, although he never dreamed this would happen when he volunteered to pilot the ship. He had been the logical choice, being immortal and all. It was possible for him to live through the long space journey where as the others, all being mortal, would not live to see the end of the journey unless they remained in a deep sleep with all of their bodily functions slowed down until the last portion of the flight. He had not believed he would be lonely, but he was. Each he wished more and more that he had someone to share the journey with. He wanted to hear the sound of another voice answering his.
Gandalf had been going to come and keep him company on the long journey but as things often happened with the wizard, Gandalf had not turned up in time. Legolas heard only that he had been *delayed* but not what had delayed him. So, the task of piloting the ship fell to Legolas alone.
Legolas hoped that Gandalf had been in time to leave on the last ship with Arwen and Lord Elrond but he could not be certain. Nothing about this was certain.
Years passed without the sound of another voice. He grew hungry for conversation. There were days when he felt he might go mad if he had to exist alone for a moment longer. Finally, the time came for him to wake the others from their sleep. It was a slow process but at least, in beginning it, Legolas knew that he would not be alone much longer. The very task of waking his friends, lightened Legolas’ mood.
“Are we there yet?” Pippin asked, as soon as he was able to speak. Then before Legolas could respond, the hobbit went on. “What time is it? How many meals do you suppose I’ve missed? My, but I’m hungry! I hope there are lots of good things to eat in the ships’ pantries. Do ships like this have pantries? Who is steering this ship while you are down here waking everyone? Is Merry awake yet or was I first? What did you do while we were all asleep? I imagine it was boring. Was it boring, Legolas?”
Having not heard any voice save his own for nearly eighty years, Legolas found himself having trouble keeping up with Pippin’s questions. He felt slightly over-whelmed by the hobbit. He was just getting his bearings and preparing to respond, when Sam started talking too.
“Hullo, Mr. Legolas,” Sam smiled. “I can’t say when I’ve felt this rested, then I guess I never have felt this rested before have I? My old Gaffer wouldn’t believe it all if I tried to explain this to him, but then I guess he’s long dead by now, isn’t he?” Sam frowned, his eyes filling with tears. “I guess everyone I know is gone, aren’t they?”
“I’m still here and Legolas is still here and of course, Merry and Frodo are and Gimli. Is Gimli awake yet, Legolas? If he isn’t then he will be soon. Oh! I nearly forgot Strider! Strider will be awake. He is, isn’t he, Legolas?” Pippin said barely stopping to breathe.
“Well, it’s about time you woke us, Laddy,” Gimli said. “I could use a beer or some dwarfish ale.”
“I’m hungry,” Merry said sitting up. “I haven’t eaten in years! I really haven’t eaten in years and years and years! I don’t know if I can last until something is cooked. Do we have any biscuits? I have to have something now, or sooner if that’s possible.”
“As soon as I am fully awake, I’m going to need something to write on,” Frodo said joining his voice with the others. “I believe that I had some exceptional dreams during the past eighty years and I will need a quiet place to write them all down in detail,” Frodo said.
“Frodo, everyone we knew is dead,” Sam moaned. “There’s no one to read it. Why bother?”
“Sam, what you need is something to eat,” Merry said encouragingly. “I suspect that Legolas has fixed a fine meal to welcome us all back and once we’ve all eaten, everything will seem better.”
“Well,” Legolas began but he was interrupted by Pippin again.
“I could eat an entire pork roast or a whole stack of apple pies or just a bushel of apples. Do we have apples, Legolas? I hope we do because I think while Frodo was having all of his important dreams, I was dreaming about eating apples so I hope we have some. We do, don’t we?”
“My old Gaffer loved apples,” Sam sniffed sorrowfully.
“I had a dream about your Father, Sam,” Frodo offered.
“Tell us about it over dinner,” Merry suggested.
“And a pint of ale,” Gimli announced rubbing his hands together.
“I think we need to go over our plans carefully before we do anything further. The good of all involved should be our primary concern. I suspect that Legolas has kept detailed records of the journey thus far and will be able to recount all of the important events,” Aragorn said. “In that way we will be able to plot our course and make proper decisions. We are the first ship in our group and we must lead the way for the others that will follow.”
“You all can take care of that while I write down my dreams,” Frodo said. “I want to do that before I forget them. They are clear in my mind now, but they will fade if I am not quick. I’m going to make a book of them and call I’ll call it, ‘Asleep and Awake Again, A Hobbit’s Journey into Space. I think that will do nicely as a title. Legolas, do you have paper and quill for me?”
“He’s busy getting me something to eat, Frodo,” Merry objected.
“I thought he was getting us all something to eat and some ale to wash it down with,” Gimli said.
“Don’t trouble Legolas,” Aragorn said. “He has to organize his report on the journey first.”
“I don’t think he’s doing anything at all just now, Strider,” Pippin frowned. “He’s just standing there doing nothing. What’s wrong with him? He looks like he’s turned to stone. You haven’t, have you, Legolas? Do you think he has, Merry? Strider, I think Legolas might be ill.”
“I dreamed about something like this,” Frodo sighed as they all looked worriedly at the Elf.
While he stood there, watching the others wake up and listening to their annoying voices, Legolas decided that he shouldn’t have revived them all at once. Perhaps a year or two apart would have been better. Perhaps he had undervalued his time alone. There was a lot to be said for peace and quiet. Maybe he’d wait until they were all distracted and put them under again. Then, he would wait until they were a bit closer to their new home and revive them again, only much slower. The next time, maybe he wouldn’t revived Pippin at all.
GW
03-08-2012
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