Istari story updated, at long last
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huinareI seem to remember I 'promised' myself I'd finish this before May. Mark this, universe, the promises of Huinárë are shoddy.
I left the wizards on the road at least 10 weeks ago, having never read the whole thing through start to end. They're finally moving again. Aside from adding a new chapter (19), I recently redid Ch 16 because it needed to happen, tweaked Ch 18, and combed the whole bloody thing for typos and foibles.
For anyone interested in the further shenanigans of the Istari, this is where that occurs.
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The most glaring gaffe was Radagast’s hair changing color early on, since the picture of him in my mind was still incomplete at the outset. March First!Huin thought he had brown hair. Soon it was a pallid sort of color instead, which I like rather better and thus have amended the first chapter accordingly.
If this were a crackfic instead, the problem could be solved by having Radagast freak out about something and bleach his hair in Fornost, and King Mallor would help him bleach his hair because the kings of Arthedain are actually secret beauticians…
Huin: You’re the greatest, Olórin, but also, and don’t take this the wrong way, which I know you won’t, you can be kind of sanctimonious
Gandalf: You only say that because you’re jealous of my winning at life and winning all the internets and all the pipeweed, and all you have is an associate’s degree and an apartment prone to red mold.
Huin: Okay, you’re right as usual. But I still think you can be a bit condesc–
Gandalf: There, there, strange creature. You have my pity. Have some pipeweed, too.
Huin: I only smoke socially.
Gandalf: I’m here, you’re here, that’s social.
Huin: YOU’RE IN MY HEAD.
Saruman: I’m here too, and I’d like some pipeweed.
Gandalf: Three’s company, as they say, but he’s not getting any pipeweed unless he can demonstrate that he merits it.
Saruman: ?!$#^#@^&û011235813$#!!!shenanigans$^#fû…
Huin: I’M GOING TO SLEEP NOW.
Sauron: I’m here too.
Saruman: Shit.
Huin: No, you’re really not. You do not come into these tales. These tales are about Istari.
Sauron: Oh indeed. A smokestack and a wannabe. Right. Jump.
Huin: No, really dude, I’m serious. YOU DO NOT COME INTO THESE TALES, GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
Sauron: This was not the deal. I say jump and you–
Huin: FUCK YOU I’M GOING TO SLEEP.
Gandalf: I’m just going to smoke all this myself.
I left the wizards on the road at least 10 weeks ago, having never read the whole thing through start to end. They're finally moving again. Aside from adding a new chapter (19), I recently redid Ch 16 because it needed to happen, tweaked Ch 18, and combed the whole bloody thing for typos and foibles.
For anyone interested in the further shenanigans of the Istari, this is where that occurs.
_______________________________________________________________________
The most glaring gaffe was Radagast’s hair changing color early on, since the picture of him in my mind was still incomplete at the outset. March First!Huin thought he had brown hair. Soon it was a pallid sort of color instead, which I like rather better and thus have amended the first chapter accordingly.
If this were a crackfic instead, the problem could be solved by having Radagast freak out about something and bleach his hair in Fornost, and King Mallor would help him bleach his hair because the kings of Arthedain are actually secret beauticians…
Huin: You’re the greatest, Olórin, but also, and don’t take this the wrong way, which I know you won’t, you can be kind of sanctimonious
Gandalf: You only say that because you’re jealous of my winning at life and winning all the internets and all the pipeweed, and all you have is an associate’s degree and an apartment prone to red mold.
Huin: Okay, you’re right as usual. But I still think you can be a bit condesc–
Gandalf: There, there, strange creature. You have my pity. Have some pipeweed, too.
Huin: I only smoke socially.
Gandalf: I’m here, you’re here, that’s social.
Huin: YOU’RE IN MY HEAD.
Saruman: I’m here too, and I’d like some pipeweed.
Gandalf: Three’s company, as they say, but he’s not getting any pipeweed unless he can demonstrate that he merits it.
Saruman: ?!$#^#@^&û011235813$#!!!shenanigans$^#fû…
Huin: I’M GOING TO SLEEP NOW.
Sauron: I’m here too.
Saruman: Shit.
Huin: No, you’re really not. You do not come into these tales. These tales are about Istari.
Sauron: Oh indeed. A smokestack and a wannabe. Right. Jump.
Huin: No, really dude, I’m serious. YOU DO NOT COME INTO THESE TALES, GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
Sauron: This was not the deal. I say jump and you–
Huin: FUCK YOU I’M GOING TO SLEEP.
Gandalf: I’m just going to smoke all this myself.
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Date: 2012-06-12 09:24 pm (UTC)That actually inspires me to post about my own... perhaps tonight. (While I'm awake very late.)
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Date: 2012-06-13 08:47 pm (UTC)awesomesadfactual thing is that they could have gone on like that for pages if left unchecked.Oh they're great fun, do it. >=D
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Date: 2012-06-12 09:37 pm (UTC)Oh your poor sleeping schedule. So many talkative people in your head. All cracked up and nowhere to go.
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Date: 2012-06-13 08:50 pm (UTC)I stayed awake so very long and I couldn't sleep even when I tried. I thought this might have the advantage of me falling asleep late in the afternoon and then waking up at like 5am like I never ever do, but instead I was awake til 11pm and then found myself waking up at 10am. Even sleep deprivation is not enough to make me a morning person.