The Blanket Fort

I don't have the attention span to read all of it. Kinda interesting though. ^_^

How's my favourite Evil Alien Mutant Vampire Genetic Experiment today?

From:

Squeeing over your Chaliver. God, I ADORE Olly's brogue. I remember reading a Buffy fic where the running joke for Buffy and the gals was: "GRAB OLIVER!" Upon which they'd drag poor (and quite straight) Olly to their rooms for a.....ticklefest. Really.

In any case, it's teh brogue. That adorable, adorable brogue. And the fact that I want Charlie to have his babies. It's THAT bad.

*sweatdrops* I know, I know, I have a fic to do. I also have work. In fact, I am at work right now and it's PILING up on me like the Tower of Isengard.

From:

Aren't they the cutest? I'm about to write a Dungeon_Watch post about them.

Scottish Brogues make my brains run out my ears. It's one of the sexiest accents ever. Charlie is a lucky, lucky git.

You don't need to work, you need to write fic! *makes puppy eyes at you*

From:

First it was Sean Connery then the Highlanders - Connor and Duncan. And well....I was a goner ever since.

Charlie better not mess up with Olly, if he knows what's good for him. Then again, he listens to YOU - I think he'll figure it out.

From:

Got to agree with both of you, a Scottish accent is wonderful. Sean Connery is so much sexier now that he's older. I fell in love with him in Hunt for Red October. Ooo-ee. Wowf. :-)

From:

I don't care if he is older than my grandfather, the man's still got it. ^_^

*melts*

From:

Yes, exactly! It's weird, as a kid watching the old James Bond films, I never liked him. Thought the character of Bond was waaay too icky/sleazy. But Captain Ramius! Let's sail this sub to the West, sir! :-)

From:

I fell in love with him in the first Highlander movie. Then, Hunt for Red October. Yes, proof that Numenorean blood has not yet dwindled down to nothing. Mweh!

From:

Numenorean blood?? Oh yeah! *M99 gets a glazed look on her face contemplating the possibilities*

Of course you know I'm already writing about at least three Numenoreans - all Nazgul. Gargh! Gobardon has two ring-brothers, Coros and Herumor, who insist upon getting into trouble on their own. Coros is currently stuck in Minas Tirith with a colossal post-Sauron hangover and Herumor is in Aman of all places, toting a baby along just because he couldn't say no to Captain Angmar's mad plans.

From:

*blinks* Coros is Aragorn's other "daddy," right?

And why does Herumor have a baby? You mean Angmar got pregnant without telling us? And I'm curious, since you're my favorite Nazgul writer - what is YOUR history for the Nine Lads? Seeing that they kinda appeared while Numenor was around and that they're all Numenorean kings (although not of Numenor itself) in an appendix footnote of LOTR is kinda unsatisfying. You have a knack for their stories though.

(So good a knack that I found myself assigning names to the Nazgul while watching the LOTR trilogy and wondering which one was Gobardon, and the guy who "fathered" Aragorn....)

I'm trying to contemplate teh horror of the Rivendell Elves at the prospect of a Nazgul baby. Especially if said baby is NOT fell and evil but is actually a sweet and innocent little angel. Yikes!

From:

Yes, you got it right, Coros is Aragorn's half-dad or whatever you'd call someone who donated a certain amount of genetic material to the project.

And did I give you the link to Dark Waters,? Herumor has custody of a baby because that little romp in the river Anduin yielded some very unexpected results. Angmar is indeed the 'mom' and Herumor the lucky father, poor wraith. My icon is a pic of her as a leetle kid. Angmar names her 'Moro', which in Sindarin means 'from the Dark'. She's not fell or evil at all, and that means the elves are in trouble as she has the meem-power of a litter of kittens.

Herumor is in much worse trouble than the elves, however. Here's the snippet of the mpreg scene that I've done so far:
--------

“What will you do then, Captain?” Herumor crouched in front of Angmar, looking in fascination at the growing bulge in the other’s pallid belly.

“Give it birth. What else is there to do?” Angmar glared at his companion and began to close up his clothing. “I am not about to drink a potion or seek out a hedgewife to rid me of it like some weak and spoiled Lady of Arnor.”

“Give it… but…” Herumor stared at him in bemusement, shaking his head slowly. “All other trivial matters aside, such as not having a body shaped for childbirth, assuming you do bring forth this child, what then? Will you give the babe to Him, to use as he sees fit?”

Angmar pulled on his shirt of fine links and drew the ebony outer robes over his shoulders. His face grew fierce, eyes flashing with sudden fire. “I’ll spend one hundred, nay, a thousand eternities in the Outer Dark with Morgoth himself before I let Him have our child.”

Herumor shuddered, wrapping his arms about his upper body as if to ward off a sudden chill. “I hear your words, Captain, but if He lays his hand upon the Ring, all of your good intentions will be for naught. Even without it, he is still powerful – if you are summoned to Barad-dur, into his presence, how will you resist his will?”

“You are correct, my friend. I will have no chance at all, if such is my fate. Even together, we nine cannot withstand his will when we are near him. If we put our will to it, we can inconvenience him, but the end result is the same.” Angmar’s expression settled into that distant, stubborn glare that Herumor knew from experience presaged some scheme. Herumor waited patiently. Time slipped by and the moon moved slowly above their heads.

Finally Angmar nodded. “Yes, that is what must be done.”

“You have a plan?”

“I do indeed.” He grinned sharply at Herumor. “In the first place, we must arrange to be so busy on our Master’s business that we will keep ourselves far from Mordor and Barad-Dur. If all goes well, the child will be delivered and He will be none the wiser when we return.” Angmar moved toward the place where they had tethered their horses and began to bridle them with sure movements.

“Yes. Your idea might work. It might.” Herumor raised a hand and held up two steel-covered fingers. “That manages one problem. As to the second – what to do with the child once it arrives…”

“There is no help for it. The child must go into the West.”

Herumor felt his jaw drop. Pure shock loosened his tongue at last. “Wh-what?! The West? Captain, have you lost your wits?” He followed Angmar as the other mounted his black charger, reaching numbly for the reins of his own stallion as they were handed to him.

“Certainly I gave up all pretext of sanity many centuries ago.” He smiled at Herumor with graveyard humor. “Come now, Herumor of Atalantae, you have faced worse than death in your time. Surely you do not fear a little sea-voyage when you did so well crossing the river?” Turning his horse he urged the animal into a gallop. Too astonished to reply at once, Herumor let his horse plunge after without trying to rein him in.

At last he found his voice and called plaintively after his dark captain. “Wait! Was not the Downfall of Númenor brought about after Ar-Pharazon tried such an adventure?”

The only reply was wild laughter drifting back on the wind.

From:

*claws at the screen*

Want to see finished fic. Oh My God. This is frickin' HILARIOUS!!!!

Nah, don't send the kid (so THAT's who the little girl in your icon is!) to the West. Send her to Rivendell. And watch Elrond, the twins and all the other Elves go nuts. *snicker*

From:

Hee! So glad you found it good for your nerves. LOL

This is getting worked on with all my other little renegade nuzgul-plot-bunnies, so hang in there, more to come.

Well, Herumor first has to *get* to the West, and as he mentioned above, that's no easy matter. He decides to follow a group of elves down to the Grey Havens to speak to Cirdan the Shipwright. Needless to say, he's about as welcome as poison, and when the elves discover he's carrying a kid with him, all heck breaks loose. The elves assume he's kidnapped someone's child and they are not amused. Neither is Herumor. :-D

From:

*chokes on coffee*

I can imagine the Elves' reaction when the kid unequivocably states that yes, the big bad Nazgul IS Daddy. Or at least her other Daddy.

See Elves facefault.

See Nazgul bigsweat and turn SD.

See Nuzgul bunny hop, hop, hoppin' away.

See Baby of Nazgul coo.

Oh dear.....

From:

LOL! An SD Nazgul?? That I'd like to see! :-D

Moro can't tell the elves Herumor is daddy because she's just a baby in arms - maybe a year old, max by the time Herumor has travelled all the way from Minas Morgul down to the Havens. On the other hand, the fact that she not only doesn't mind being carried around by a freezin' cold wraith, but seems to like it does clue the elves in that she might be something other than quite human.

Once they get to the Havens, the elves sally forth to 'rescue' the kid, and Herumor trys desperately to recall all the diplomatic skills he had once as a mortal king, while thinking dark thoughts about Angmar. He is also trying to keep his kid out of harm's way AND not get stabbed himself - there's enough enchanted elvish weaponry being waved at him to cause serious damage or death if they really started hacking at him.

Things are getting pretty dicey and he finally tells them, "you can do anything you want with me, just take my child into the West with you!"

"Of all the things a servant of Sauron could have said, I never would have expected to hear him utter an offer of self-sacrifice." Cirdan arrives just in time to break up the scrum and assess the situation. What he sees and senses makes him very curious indeed and he ends up eventually getting the entire story (with the slashy part sanitized) out of Herumor. He is quite amazed, to say the least. Also appalled and even amused by the dreadful mess the Nazgul has managed to get himself into. And finally, he's sympathetic. In the court of elvish opinion, the cute baby doesn't hurt Herumor's case. :-)

But Cirdan is going to be torn - and he'll be very honest with Herumor. While he doesn't think going into the West will harm Moro, he can't say what will happen to Herumor - he's never heard of anything like this happening before, but the last time Numenorians set foot on the shores of Aman, they were entombed alive (where they are still stuck awaiting some final judgement when the earth is remade by Iluvatar). The fact that Herumor is a Nazgul makes his chances even less certain. Cirdan thinks just traveling from one world to the next may kill him.

The Master shipwright can think of so many reasons this won't work... but in the end he puts Herumor on a ship anyway - with a group of elves who are willing to tolerate his cold company for the weeks (months?) it takes to sail to Aman. The elves may simply be morbidly curious as to what will happen to Herumor - sort of like people watching the scene of an impending accident?

Herumor doesn't care about any of that. "You can kill me here, or there, or perhaps I'll die somewhere in between, it makes no difference to me, as long as you take my child beyond the reach of Sauron."

And that at least, they are willing to do.

As for *why* Moro has to go into the West - Angmar is quite sure that her body and strange condition would make her the perfect host for Sauron to posess. The thought of his boss getting a new, strong body gives Angmar the chills, which is why he pretty much dragoons Herumor into this 'mad adventure'.

From:

The thought of his boss getting a new, strong body gives Angmar the chills, which is why he pretty much dragoons Herumor into this 'mad adventure'.

Possessed!Moro? Eurgh. I guess we can't say anything wrong about Angmar's parental instincts, neh? Yeah, the man can terrorize people, stick a blade into a poor defenseless hobbit and wreak all sorts of chaos and havoc but at least, unlike a certain Steward (Stitch twhaps Denethor), his paternal instincts are working FINE. Oh, the irony. *giggle*

But wait, do you mean widdle Moro can't even coo a "Dada?" I know a year old baby can do at least that.

SD Nazgul. SQUEEE!!!!

From:

Let me join you in thwapping Denethor and huggling Faramir. Yep, Angmar is crazed and wicked and has perfectly intact parental instincts. Go figure. :-D

Can you see Angmar twitting Denethor in the Halls of Mandos? Nyah, nyah, I was a better daddy! ^_^

And you're right, Moro *could* coo 'Dada!' Maybe that when the assembled elves all start sweatdropping. LOL

From:

I'm trying to imagine it. Yeah. She says, "Dada!" quite firmly and will look, for all the world, as if she already understands what exactly is going on.

And then, the Elves facefault AND sweatdrop.

And do some SD wibbling of their own.

Mweh!

From:

P.S. Hugging Faramir. *eyes glaze over* Yeah. Definitely.

From:

*Grins* Can't you see the whole gang doing the SD wibbling together? That would be so cute! And Moro would be looking on wondering what's happening with everyone. ^_^

From:

I'll do my best with him.

*cracks knuckles*

From: