*curses*

I just wrote a really great first paragraph of the Narnia/LotR story and my computer ate it. *sulks* At least it was only a paragraph.

And it's not like the 10K+ story is going anywhere; I think I wrote it from the wrong POV. Or maybe not, maybe I'm just missing a chunk of 5K somewhere that should probably be there, and by that, I mean the part that had me thrilled about writing the story in the first place. I just got distracted by writing action. I like writing action, but I'm not sure it should be in this story.

Well, on the bright side, at least I got Peter out of the damned caves. Perhaps I'll relieve my suffering by spending money on the sales at SuperCrafty and KnitPicks. Oh, I know: I play the saxophone, I write fic, I'm joining the military, and I knit.

sound the horn and call the cry / how many of them can we make die

Narnia/LotR crossover. Eomer is SO CONFUSED. And Peter -- is actually a very good High King. And Edmund just put his foot in his mouth. Lucy is thrilled to have all these cute new men to flirt with -- for diplomatic reasons, of course. Of course. And Susan -- well, Susan, aside from shooting a bunch of orcs, hasn't shown up yet.

In other news: I may possibly be the only one in the entire Narnia fandom who thinks the March of Cambreadth (scroll down) is the Narnia song, especially under Peter the High King. And in times of war, obviously. Which, uh...under Peter the High King. And of course it isn't heard for more than a thousand years until the eve of battle against the Telmarines when Peter was humming it under his breath and Lucy, then Edmund and Susan, took it up. And slowly -- slowly, because the words had been passed down, but it hadn't been heard for so long -- the rest of the Narnians took it up, until even Caspian was shouting the words along with the rest of them. And outside of the How, the waiting Telmarine army could hear them...and they shivered.

(I know. It seems like my view of Narnia is so much more savage than everyone else's. Oh, well.)