I've taken my sweet time in leaving a response to my own update posts, for the simple reason that I didn't begin my own fic efforts until late yesterday evening. That didn't seem the best showing for my own challenge, but since I myself stated that it runs all month, I never did violate my own requirements. ;)
The aforementioned song can probably be obliquely blamed for anything I write about Númenor during this month, but what I did end up writing yesterday was just about Mairon-as-high-priest-of-Melkor. Tiny snippet:
“I couldn’t,” the young man apologized.
“Couldn’t what?”
Thrown by the question, the acolyte attempted to find delicate words for the grotesquely obvious, quickly reduced himself to stammering, and concluded with a sudden interest in the floor, “Kill the woman, your reverence.”
“Well, yes, that is apparent.” Mairon’s voice hung artfully suspended between amusement and annoyance. The acolyte, gazing compulsively back upward, noted the same ambiguity in his face. “What aspect of that process prevented your carrying it out?”
I find it worth mentioning that my rough draft of yesterday had the as-yet-unnamed acolyte addressing Mairon as "your holiness." I liked the sort of deadpan irony--even obscenity, if you will--of that title, but I ended up switching it solely on the basis of the cult of Melkor still being in its start-up phase at this point (picture Mairon running it out of Ar-Pharazôn's basement or attic, albeit with the latter's blessing). "Holiness" seemed a bit too lofty, to my mind, given the context. I welcome opinions on that point.
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Date: 2014-06-18 08:13 am (UTC)I've been pondering some stuff about Mairon/Annatar/Sauron's sojourn in Númenor for a while, so that seemed the evident project to work on now. I originally intended to begin with a short story inspired by Nico's "The Falconer" (this goes with week 2 and the music discussion, really).
The aforementioned song can probably be obliquely blamed for anything I write about Númenor during this month, but what I did end up writing yesterday was just about Mairon-as-high-priest-of-Melkor. Tiny snippet:
“I couldn’t,” the young man apologized.
“Couldn’t what?”
Thrown by the question, the acolyte attempted to find delicate words for the grotesquely obvious, quickly reduced himself to stammering, and concluded with a sudden interest in the floor, “Kill the woman, your reverence.”
“Well, yes, that is apparent.” Mairon’s voice hung artfully suspended between amusement and annoyance. The acolyte, gazing compulsively back upward, noted the same ambiguity in his face. “What aspect of that process prevented your carrying it out?”
I find it worth mentioning that my rough draft of yesterday had the as-yet-unnamed acolyte addressing Mairon as "your holiness." I liked the sort of deadpan irony--even obscenity, if you will--of that title, but I ended up switching it solely on the basis of the cult of Melkor still being in its start-up phase at this point (picture Mairon running it out of Ar-Pharazôn's basement or attic, albeit with the latter's blessing). "Holiness" seemed a bit too lofty, to my mind, given the context. I welcome opinions on that point.