Crossover Card, Mythology N-41
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: N-41 Crossover Card, Mythology (This one was started on time but took forever. So far, the hardest to write and I'm still not totally happy with it.)
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Crossover
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Pandora and Pippin
Pairings: none
Title: A Shared Curiosity
Summary: A girl, a box, a hobbit. Crossing the tale of Pandora's box with Lord of the Rings
“She shall be Pandora, one who bears all gifts and she will be the vessel through which I shall have my revenge upon mankind,” Zeus smiled darkly.
He looked upon the work of Hephaestus and nodded his approval. “She is all that the mortals value most and she shall teach them well.”
“You have created her to be pleasing to the eye,” Zeus observed. “I am satisfied with your efforts, Hephaestus.”
Hephaestus smiled and quietly left.
“Now, Hermes,” Zeus said. “You will teach her to be deceitful. I want her to learn to be stubborn and she must be uncommonly curious. You must teach her these things lest the true gifts others have provided for her make her a blessing rather than the bane I hope her to be.”
Hermes frowned, but did not argue.
Thus, Pandora was imbibed with a beauty that shone brightly and an evil that lay in wait, crouching in the darkness and biding its time.
*****
Her first meeting with the strange creature was fascinating. She had never seen his like before and her natural curiosity kept her from having any real fear of him. He was small, like a child to her, with light curly hair and intelligent eyes. He claimed to be nearly of age but his slightly high voice and his size belied this.
The most interesting thing about him was his feet. He wore no shoes and a thick growth of hair covered the tops of his feet. The soles of his feet were tough like leather and he walked about as if he felt no discomfort from cold or heat. Warm paving stones did not trouble him nor did damp rains.
He was a merry, fellow and he knew many songs which he gladly taught her. Pandora had been gifted by the Gods with a beautiful, clear, voice and when she sang along with the hobbit, for that is what he claimed to be, their voices intertwined in perfect harmony.
Pandora liked the hobbit very much and she enjoyed his visits. He came often and would sneak into her window unseen by anyone else and stay for hours on end. They talked of verse and favourite paths and he told her tales of his people and their homeland, a place called The Shire.
He had a voracious apatite and so she always had a meal at the ready when he came. Sometimes he came alone and other times he would bring along one of his kinsmen. All of his folk were very endearing but he was her favourite.
They were alike in many ways. They loved song. They enjoyed company and both were curious and asked many questions. They were kindred souls in those ways and so a strong friendship developed between them.
One of their favourite ways to pass the time was to sit about and try to guess the contents of the lovely box that the Gods had given to her.
“I don’t understand,” the hobbit frowned. “If this box is a gift directly from the Gods to you, then why can you not open it?”
“I am afraid I do not understand either, Pippin,” Pandora sighed. “I only know that I am forbidden to do so. It is very frustrating because I was also told that this lovely box holds rare gifts only for me and I long to see them and to know their worth.”
“Have you peeked even a little?” he asked grinning.
“Oh, no, Pippin,” she said frowning at her little friend. “I have been very tempted, but I can not.” She folded her arms over her chest as if to keep her hands from straying to the box.
“Perhaps if I were to open it for you just a little,” Pippin suggested for he was a very curious little creature and very nearly her equal in that regard. He’d given a great deal of thought to the box and it’s contents and he was just as anxious as she to have its mysteries revealed.
“No, we must not,” Pandora said.
“I dreamed of it last night,” Pippin told her.
“You did?” Pandora said, interested. The hobbit had such interesting dreams. She would not tell him that she had sat up long into the night staring at the box.
“In my dream, the lid to the box popped open and I fell into it and then it snapped shut again,” Pippin said. “I was alone in the box and just as I became frightened, I discovered it was filled with the most delicious biscuits that I had ever tasted.”
“What did you do then?” Pandora asked.
“What anyone would do,” Pippin smiled. “I ate the biscuits.”
She laughed. “I sometimes think the box must be filled with jewels or great riches. Then other times I think it is likely to be filled with books of great knowledge.”
Pippin scowled. “I hope it isn’t books. I’d much prefer biscuits or jewels or maybe music.”
“Music would be nice,” she smiled.
“I guess we will never know,” Pippin sighed.
Pandora sighed. “I cannot stand the thoughts of that. You must open it just a tiny crack and peek into it. We must know or we will both go mad.”
Pippin grinned broadly. “All right.” Carefully, he crept over to the ornate box and knelt before it. Pandora kept watch, listening for approaching footfalls or the sound of voices.
Pippin gently lifted the latch and then looked at Pandora. “You’re certain?” he asked.
She nodded. “Hurry before someone comes.”
He leaned in to place his eye next to the trunk and slowly pulled it open just a tiny crack. He could see nothing. At that moment, Pandora joined him, giving up her watch in favour of satisfying her curiosity. Just as she peered into the dark crack, the lid seemed to move as if ripped from her fingers. It flung wide open and a terrible howling emitted from the box. Pippin covered his ears and doubled over on the floor in an effort to hide and a great gust of wind blew all about them.
Pandora knew at once that she had made a grave mistake but it was too late to take it back now. As angry screams and loud cries of anguish rose up from the depths of the box, the air grew foul-smelling and thick and Pandora’s own screams join with those coming from the box.
For a long time evil, wicked things passed through the room and out of its windows, each one more dreadful then the last until finally, gasping for breath, Pandora and Pippin were able slam the box closed. Both of them were filled with despair. The world was a far more dreadful place with the contents of the box now loose upon it.
They were quiet for a time and finally Pippin dared to speak. “Do you think anyone will have noticed?” he asked nervously.
“I suspect that everyone did,” Pandora said.
Just then a soft rapping sound came from the trunk and they looked at each other and wondered what it might be. Moving as if of one mind, they opened the box again and lying deep within it was one small, happy, spirit, bright and shining. It made them both feel better for just gazing upon it.
“What is it?” Pippin asked. For in spite of all they had been through, his curiosity was not lessened.
“I do not know, but it feels bright and reassuring somehow,” Pandora said letting the light from this remaining thing wash over her.
“I am hope,” it said in a clear voice. “When all around you seems more than you can bear, I give you the will to continue. I strengthen you and bring you through. I am but a small thing and yet I am all. I am what lost souls cling to when no other help comes. I am a reason to live.”
Pandora and Pippin stared at it in wonder, knowing that what it said must be true for they felt it.
That night, a new evil filled the world, but with all of it’s dark powers and wicked ways, it was never too much to bear for there was and ever would be, hope.
GW
03-08-2012
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Crossover
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Pandora and Pippin
Pairings: none
Title: A Shared Curiosity
Summary: A girl, a box, a hobbit. Crossing the tale of Pandora's box with Lord of the Rings
“She shall be Pandora, one who bears all gifts and she will be the vessel through which I shall have my revenge upon mankind,” Zeus smiled darkly.
He looked upon the work of Hephaestus and nodded his approval. “She is all that the mortals value most and she shall teach them well.”
“You have created her to be pleasing to the eye,” Zeus observed. “I am satisfied with your efforts, Hephaestus.”
Hephaestus smiled and quietly left.
“Now, Hermes,” Zeus said. “You will teach her to be deceitful. I want her to learn to be stubborn and she must be uncommonly curious. You must teach her these things lest the true gifts others have provided for her make her a blessing rather than the bane I hope her to be.”
Hermes frowned, but did not argue.
Thus, Pandora was imbibed with a beauty that shone brightly and an evil that lay in wait, crouching in the darkness and biding its time.
*****
Her first meeting with the strange creature was fascinating. She had never seen his like before and her natural curiosity kept her from having any real fear of him. He was small, like a child to her, with light curly hair and intelligent eyes. He claimed to be nearly of age but his slightly high voice and his size belied this.
The most interesting thing about him was his feet. He wore no shoes and a thick growth of hair covered the tops of his feet. The soles of his feet were tough like leather and he walked about as if he felt no discomfort from cold or heat. Warm paving stones did not trouble him nor did damp rains.
He was a merry, fellow and he knew many songs which he gladly taught her. Pandora had been gifted by the Gods with a beautiful, clear, voice and when she sang along with the hobbit, for that is what he claimed to be, their voices intertwined in perfect harmony.
Pandora liked the hobbit very much and she enjoyed his visits. He came often and would sneak into her window unseen by anyone else and stay for hours on end. They talked of verse and favourite paths and he told her tales of his people and their homeland, a place called The Shire.
He had a voracious apatite and so she always had a meal at the ready when he came. Sometimes he came alone and other times he would bring along one of his kinsmen. All of his folk were very endearing but he was her favourite.
They were alike in many ways. They loved song. They enjoyed company and both were curious and asked many questions. They were kindred souls in those ways and so a strong friendship developed between them.
One of their favourite ways to pass the time was to sit about and try to guess the contents of the lovely box that the Gods had given to her.
“I don’t understand,” the hobbit frowned. “If this box is a gift directly from the Gods to you, then why can you not open it?”
“I am afraid I do not understand either, Pippin,” Pandora sighed. “I only know that I am forbidden to do so. It is very frustrating because I was also told that this lovely box holds rare gifts only for me and I long to see them and to know their worth.”
“Have you peeked even a little?” he asked grinning.
“Oh, no, Pippin,” she said frowning at her little friend. “I have been very tempted, but I can not.” She folded her arms over her chest as if to keep her hands from straying to the box.
“Perhaps if I were to open it for you just a little,” Pippin suggested for he was a very curious little creature and very nearly her equal in that regard. He’d given a great deal of thought to the box and it’s contents and he was just as anxious as she to have its mysteries revealed.
“No, we must not,” Pandora said.
“I dreamed of it last night,” Pippin told her.
“You did?” Pandora said, interested. The hobbit had such interesting dreams. She would not tell him that she had sat up long into the night staring at the box.
“In my dream, the lid to the box popped open and I fell into it and then it snapped shut again,” Pippin said. “I was alone in the box and just as I became frightened, I discovered it was filled with the most delicious biscuits that I had ever tasted.”
“What did you do then?” Pandora asked.
“What anyone would do,” Pippin smiled. “I ate the biscuits.”
She laughed. “I sometimes think the box must be filled with jewels or great riches. Then other times I think it is likely to be filled with books of great knowledge.”
Pippin scowled. “I hope it isn’t books. I’d much prefer biscuits or jewels or maybe music.”
“Music would be nice,” she smiled.
“I guess we will never know,” Pippin sighed.
Pandora sighed. “I cannot stand the thoughts of that. You must open it just a tiny crack and peek into it. We must know or we will both go mad.”
Pippin grinned broadly. “All right.” Carefully, he crept over to the ornate box and knelt before it. Pandora kept watch, listening for approaching footfalls or the sound of voices.
Pippin gently lifted the latch and then looked at Pandora. “You’re certain?” he asked.
She nodded. “Hurry before someone comes.”
He leaned in to place his eye next to the trunk and slowly pulled it open just a tiny crack. He could see nothing. At that moment, Pandora joined him, giving up her watch in favour of satisfying her curiosity. Just as she peered into the dark crack, the lid seemed to move as if ripped from her fingers. It flung wide open and a terrible howling emitted from the box. Pippin covered his ears and doubled over on the floor in an effort to hide and a great gust of wind blew all about them.
Pandora knew at once that she had made a grave mistake but it was too late to take it back now. As angry screams and loud cries of anguish rose up from the depths of the box, the air grew foul-smelling and thick and Pandora’s own screams join with those coming from the box.
For a long time evil, wicked things passed through the room and out of its windows, each one more dreadful then the last until finally, gasping for breath, Pandora and Pippin were able slam the box closed. Both of them were filled with despair. The world was a far more dreadful place with the contents of the box now loose upon it.
They were quiet for a time and finally Pippin dared to speak. “Do you think anyone will have noticed?” he asked nervously.
“I suspect that everyone did,” Pandora said.
Just then a soft rapping sound came from the trunk and they looked at each other and wondered what it might be. Moving as if of one mind, they opened the box again and lying deep within it was one small, happy, spirit, bright and shining. It made them both feel better for just gazing upon it.
“What is it?” Pippin asked. For in spite of all they had been through, his curiosity was not lessened.
“I do not know, but it feels bright and reassuring somehow,” Pandora said letting the light from this remaining thing wash over her.
“I am hope,” it said in a clear voice. “When all around you seems more than you can bear, I give you the will to continue. I strengthen you and bring you through. I am but a small thing and yet I am all. I am what lost souls cling to when no other help comes. I am a reason to live.”
Pandora and Pippin stared at it in wonder, knowing that what it said must be true for they felt it.
That night, a new evil filled the world, but with all of it’s dark powers and wicked ways, it was never too much to bear for there was and ever would be, hope.
GW
03-08-2012
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