Moonstruck, Ooh La La!

"Right quick" update will be right quick, :D

My fingers are jittery from all the typing I've been doing today. Bits and pieces of Moonstruck are scattered throughout various computers: the bulk of it on my mother's Mac, several passages on my good-as-comatose laptop, and all the rewritten versions of those passages on my own Mac. Sadly, my Mac lacks a monitor, so I booted up my laptop, and retyped the old pieces. I have come to hate the fact that I'm long-winded.

But I now have something to work with! Always a plus, xD

Chapter 7 (or 8, I can't remember, D:) is coming along quite dandily (... I won't even begin to wonder if that's a real word and if it is, spelled correctly), though I'm sure I've lost touch with the characters and story. But I'll see what comes of this next chapter.

And I can't remember the soundtrack I had for MS, if I ever had one to begin with. A sad day. I love my soundtracks.

I've been reading the Chronicles of Narnia, first in the order of timeline, and next in the order of Lewis's writing them. Just finished The Horse and His Boy yesterday, and remembered why it was my favourite Narnia fic before I was captured by the terror of The Last Battle. I don't recall what led exactly to this craving to take up the world of Narnia again, but whatever the reason, the craving demands to be fed. The canon only whets its strength. This looks like an eventual job for... fanfiction!

I've also been reading Tolkein. Finished The Hobbit a few days ago (oh lovely, lovely memories of being eight and reading such an important book for the first time!), and am nearly finished with The Fellowship of the Ring. It's a triumph for me, reading as far as I have in LotR. I could never get past the first few chapters with any semblance of consciousness previously, xD My interest in LotR could use a biography or two of Tolkien to satisfy it once I've finished the trilogy, but I'm not quite so eager to plunge into the LotR fandom as I am into CoN. I fear there would be too much Legolas, D:

I'd love to read more about Tolkien's dwarves, though. And I have a theory that C. S. Lewis was of a like mind, and that's why there are so many dwarves in Narnia, xD Of course, I could be making a total mess of the CoN and Hobbit/LotR timelines, so that theory's probably out of the window, xP

Ooh, and you know would I would like to find? A Narnia/Lord of the Rings crossover. That would be excellent fun.

This post was supposed to be brief. See what I mean about long-windedness??!!? D:

A bit of Moonstruck for you:

The king was paying no attention to the men straggling faithfully behind him. He had ridden ahead and gained the crest of a small hill, having earlier taken it upon himself to show Ganondorf the beauties of the Hylian terrain he was quite sure Ganondorf had missed.

“The hunt, true, is an expression of truth and honesty,” he was now saying, sweeping out a hand before him. "But the land is even more true and honest; its beauty, and its bounty, ensures that this is so. Some claim it is our mother.” He paused, and his glance became sly. “Does not your Gerudo religion claim the land is our mother?”

“Our religion,” Ganondorf said, “is the same as your own.”

Harkinian’s eyes brightened. “Is it? I seem to recall there are some rather bold differences. Do not the Gerudo say they are not the children of Farore, but of Din? She who carved out the land, and not the men who would live upon it?”

Ganondorf's jaw tightening. “There are some who would believe it is so.”

“I call blasphemy!” The king gave a great laugh that filled the quiet air, as if to make light of his accusation. But Ganondorf was not deceived.

Ganondorf gave a shuddering breath, and said, “Again, your wisdom shall be mine.”

The king grimaced. “Ah, Dragmire!” Harkinian shook his head. “You are to be my son-in-law, not my court flatterer.” He glanced beyond Ganondorf, to the courtiers milling at the foot of the hill. His face twisted. “I am well equipped with such men as it is.”

Ganondorf shrugged. “The truth cannot flatter, my lord.”

“Is that so?”

“Again, I must beg you credit me for an honest man. Have I not worshipped as you worship, in your chapels, offered prayers at your fountains to the spirits that guard them?”

Harkinian’s gaze was searching. “So you have.”

Ganondorf felt a sudden thrill rush through his body. He wished almost to edge his steed nearer the king’s, to lean near that kingly ear and whisper, “And a wiser man than you, my lord, should continue, ‘But what of it, Dragmire? What of it?’”

:: violins ::

Until another day!