#the lotr time travel revision dream

[tathrin]

So, uh. I definitely didn't think I'd ever be coming back to this story. (Again.) But...hey, surprise?

This chapter is for all of us who, when we watched The Return of the King for the first time and the credits started to roll, our first thought was, that's it? No, they can't end it there, there should be so much more...

Hey uh. Remember three days ago when I mentioned that I’d had the most BIZARRE Tolkien-esque dream ever, and got a fully revised script of the edits that my time travelling dream-self convinced Peter Jackson to make to the LotR movies burned into my brain like dragon-fire?

Yeah I decided to transcribe that shit. So if anyone wants a tour of the strangest thing to happen to my admittedly already extremely strange brain…

Here it is. Uh…enjoy, I guess?

[tathrin]

No one:

My Brain: okay so the Drinking Game in RotK is sort of funny yet also extremely dumb but consider, instead of what the movie gave us where we’re supposed to believe that Thranduil’s son has never seen alcohol and GImli is just the butt of every joke again, okay, what if we have a situation where Gimli, who is a clever-tongued little bastard who is not at all above getting one over on Éomer whenever he can (he insulted the Lady Galadriel!!!) just because he agreed to put the larger issue on hold until Éomer actually meets her—what if Gimli sets him up, right, by taking advantage of the fact that he knows Mirkwood elves don’t have any interest in ale, which means the odds are good that the pointy-eared princeling who’d never been more than ten yards from home before going to Rivendell has surely never drunk ale before.

But the way Gimli very deliberately phrases things makes Éomer think he’s never drunk at all before, so Éomer agrees to a drinking contest between him and Legolas, who has no idea what’s going on but is participating anyway because hey sometimes mortals are weird and he’s trying to be a good sport and his friend seems really excited for him to try ale, so sure, let’s have a drinking contest with Éomer I guess??? and Éomer gets his ass drunk so hard under the table that they’re going to need shovels to dig him out, and Gimli is chortling to himself the whole time because he knew exactly what was going to happen when Legolas Thranduilion, used to drinking strong Dorwinion wine in elvish quantities and nobody parties like the elves of Mirkwood; they party like they’re going to war because in Mirkwood, being happy basically is a way of waging war against the Shadow, okay, so Gimli figured the odds that Legolas could hold his liquor were pretty damn high, got into a drinking game with a mere mortal, and he completely set Éomer up...

And when it’s done, and they’ve scraped Éomer up off the floor, Legolas just shrugs and is like “so I guess ale’s not bad, but nobody will be offended if I say I still like my dad’s wines more, right?” and Éomer is all. wait. wait. wine? WHAT WINE? You sneaky inhuman FUCKS—! while Gimli asphyxiates himself laughing and Legolas just stands there slightly tipsy and wondering when somebody is going to explain what the fuck just happened.

EDIT: Thank you! I’m glad it made someone more than just me laugh. Here’s the whole scene if you want it.

[tathrin]

Just sent this message to my roommate, and you know what? I’m going to share it here as well:

Okay I'm going to go pick-up the food from the Giant that is NEAR THE RED ROBIN now if not please yell at me which one it actually is at lol but I want you to know that my earlier-than-I-wanted-it morning has been extremely productive at least, because not only did I get all of the revised Two Towers script written down, I also finished edits to and posted the chapter of my "why are the elves sad about Arwen's wedding tho?" fic that is going to make everyone SCREAM AT ME and I am very happy about both those things.

Because I'm an ADULT who does responsible, adult things.

Yes.

Because I think we all sometimes need to remember that we are not just allowed to have fun with our lives, we are supposed to have fun. And spending an entire morning on "pointless” things that make you happy is not pointless, it is the point of living.

So reblog and tell me and the rest of this delightful hellsite what fun, non-responsible but good for you thing you did today. And if you didn’t do one yet? Find the time to do one tomorrow.

Because life is supposed to have joy. So let yours.

[tathrin]

I basically never ever ever remember my dreams. But I remember last night's with ASTONISHING clarity.

I somehow ended up going back in time to when Peter Jackson was filming the LotR movies, and was helping him improve them with the benefits of hindsight yadda yadda.

And not only do I remember that, I remember literally EVERY SCENE that got added/changed as a result. Basically down to even the dialog details.

Absolutely insane. Brain, what.

[tathrin]

Hey uh. Remember three days ago when I mentioned that I’d had the most BIZARRE Tolkien-esque dream ever, and got a fully revised script of the edits that my time travelling dream-self convinced Peter Jackson to make to the LotR movies burned into my brain like dragon-fire?

Yeah I decided to transcribe that shit. So if anyone wants a tour of the strangest thing to happen to my admittedly already extremely strange brain...

Here it is. Uh...enjoy, I guess?