Eorling Mead Hall Planning/Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Formendacil · 07-27-2006, 03:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

I'm not going to be able to post tonight. Sorry.

Don't worry too much, Ms. Fea... With your guidelines above, I think I can finish off the Saeryn chapter of Nain's day in one shot. Might be tomorrow though, if I don't get to it tonight...

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-28-2006, 02:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Formendacil

Don't worry too much, Ms. Fea... With your guidelines above, I think I can finish off the Saeryn chapter of Nain's day in one shot. Might be tomorrow though, if I don't get to it tonight...

Thanks, Formy.

Thinlómien · 07-29-2006, 01:30 PM

Here's my post to be placed after the time jump. It takes place after midday.

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Thinlómien's post

Modtryth was helping the cooks with unloading the newly bought random household goods - such as butter, salt, syrup, honey and herbs, carrying them to the kitchen and putting them to their right places. From the corner of her eye she could see her son running around the yard with his friends.

He looked very happy. He’s probably happier here than any place we’ve been in after Field Marshal Laudwine’s house, Modtryth thought, and it was many years ago. She knew the happiness wouldn’t last for ever – nothing ever did – but she hoped that it wouldn’t end too soon. Cnebba turned and saw his mother. This time, she saw, he was even smiling at her. And so was life.

Modtryth was having a job she liked. She had some kind of a place of trust – achieved only after a short discussion. Furthermore she was doing well in it, at least in her own opinion. And because the Lady Saeryn or Marenil the Steward had never criticised her (except the one shameful time when she bought wrong sort of flour) and sometimes they had praised her for a work well done, she thought that she couldn’t be doing very badly in their eyes either.

Frodides and Kara discussed the evening meal as they worked. Nowadays they were so used to Modtryth that they didn’t mind her being present while they planned and knew she wouldn’t mind them talking about their own business. Modtryth actually thought it was quite nice to listen their homely everyday talk about the ingredients of the stew.

Sometimes Frodides irritated Modtryth. She had basicly interrogated Modtryth about the tiniest details of her life until she had let her be and accepted her as a part of the household. Older women were like that everywhere, and Frodides had a good heart, so Modtryth didn’t have problems with getting along with her. Kara, she thought, was a nice girl, friendly and good company. It would have been difficult not to like her.

“I’ll go and find the children. I know my Cnebba well enough to know that if he doesn’t have food before the meal, he’ll get impossible. I wouldn’t be surpised if that was so with Lèoðern and Garmund as well”, Modtryth said after they were done with all the organising. “The children are always welcome in the kitchen”, Frodides said and smiled, “Strange that they haven’t come yet for a snack, those little darlings, too busy in their plays for even eating.” Modtryth smiled too. “I’ll go and get them then, as it seems to be okay with you.” Even before she had stepped out of the kitchen, she heard the two cooks start discussing about the stew again.

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If I have treated some of the characters badly, tell me and I'll correct it. (I don't, for example, have a very good idea of Frodides...) And Kath, also if you have planned something else for Kara's early afternoon, please just tell me and I'll change the narration.

Kath · 07-29-2006, 04:48 PM

What you've done with Kara is fine Lommy.

Frodides, though, is unlikely to call the children "those little darlings" in anything other than a sarcastic tone of voice. Perhaps that sentence could be changed to:

"Strange that they haven't yet come looking for food, they must be so into their games they've clear forgotten about eating."

Formendacil · 07-30-2006, 02:21 PM

Okay...

My sincere and abject apologies for not doing anything with Nain... I accidentally fell off the face of the Earth for a couple of days (meaning I didn't get online), and now I'm finding myself with near-crippling stitches in my left hand, making (as I discovered last night, while blogging the tale of how that came to be) longish periods of typing rather painful. I honestly don't expect to be able to do a post in the next while, so it may be best to go on without me.

If the day remains unfinished, and I DO find myself willing to try and write anything longer than this post here, I'll do it with all haste, but my stitches are saying "no promises".

Feanor of the Peredhil · 08-01-2006, 01:25 PM

Oh Formy! May you heal fast and feel no pain...

PS, I'm back. For a bit.

littlemanpoet · 08-01-2006, 02:27 PM

Jenny, I'm a little concerned that you may have placed the character Marenil in an unenviable position. By the steward's refusals - be they ever so garrulous and kindly seeming - to obey his lord, he has undermined his lord's authority; and then walked away without so much as a 'your pardon, lord'. The lord in question thus found it necessary to choose between allowing his authority to be so undermined, or on the other hand, asserting it. He has chosen to assert it. Which puts Marenil in his unenviable position.

If you would like to revise your post so as to remove the need for such a choice, I'll be happy to revise mine. Just let me know.

07-29-2006, 01:30 PM	#3
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Here's my post to be placed after the time jump. It takes place after midday. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thinlómien's post Modtryth was helping the cooks with unloading the newly bought random household goods - such as butter, salt, syrup, honey and herbs, carrying them to the kitchen and putting them to their right places. From the corner of her eye she could see her son running around the yard with his friends. He looked very happy. He’s probably happier here than any place we’ve been in after Field Marshal Laudwine’s house, Modtryth thought, and it was many years ago. She knew the happiness wouldn’t last for ever – nothing ever did – but she hoped that it wouldn’t end too soon. Cnebba turned and saw his mother. This time, she saw, he was even smiling at her. And so was life. Modtryth was having a job she liked. She had some kind of a place of trust – achieved only after a short discussion. Furthermore she was doing well in it, at least in her own opinion. And because the Lady Saeryn or Marenil the Steward had never criticised her (except the one shameful time when she bought wrong sort of flour) and sometimes they had praised her for a work well done, she thought that she couldn’t be doing very badly in their eyes either. Frodides and Kara discussed the evening meal as they worked. Nowadays they were so used to Modtryth that they didn’t mind her being present while they planned and knew she wouldn’t mind them talking about their own business. Modtryth actually thought it was quite nice to listen their homely everyday talk about the ingredients of the stew. Sometimes Frodides irritated Modtryth. She had basicly interrogated Modtryth about the tiniest details of her life until she had let her be and accepted her as a part of the household. Older women were like that everywhere, and Frodides had a good heart, so Modtryth didn’t have problems with getting along with her. Kara, she thought, was a nice girl, friendly and good company. It would have been difficult not to like her. “I’ll go and find the children. I know my Cnebba well enough to know that if he doesn’t have food before the meal, he’ll get impossible. I wouldn’t be surpised if that was so with Lèoðern and Garmund as well”, Modtryth said after they were done with all the organising. “The children are always welcome in the kitchen”, Frodides said and smiled, “Strange that they haven’t come yet for a snack, those little darlings, too busy in their plays for even eating.” Modtryth smiled too. “I’ll go and get them then, as it seems to be okay with you.” Even before she had stepped out of the kitchen, she heard the two cooks start discussing about the stew again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I have treated some of the characters badly, tell me and I'll correct it. (I don't, for example, have a very good idea of Frodides...) And Kath, also if you have planned something else for Kara's early afternoon, please just tell me and I'll change the narration. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris Last edited by piosenniel; 07-29-2006 at 01:41 PM.

07-29-2006, 04:48 PM	#4
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	What you've done with Kara is fine Lommy. Frodides, though, is unlikely to call the children "those little darlings" in anything other than a sarcastic tone of voice. Perhaps that sentence could be changed to: "Strange that they haven't yet come looking for food, they must be so into their games they've clear forgotten about eating." __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

07-30-2006, 02:21 PM	#5
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	Okay... My sincere and abject apologies for not doing anything with Nain... I accidentally fell off the face of the Earth for a couple of days (meaning I didn't get online), and now I'm finding myself with near-crippling stitches in my left hand, making (as I discovered last night, while blogging the tale of how that came to be) longish periods of typing rather painful. I honestly don't expect to be able to do a post in the next while, so it may be best to go on without me. If the day remains unfinished, and I DO find myself willing to try and write anything longer than this post here, I'll do it with all haste, but my stitches are saying "no promises". __________________ I prefer history, true or feigned.

08-01-2006, 01:25 PM	#6
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Oh Formy! May you heal fast and feel no pain... PS, I'm back. For a bit. __________________ peace

08-01-2006, 02:27 PM	#7
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Jenny, I'm a little concerned that you may have placed the character Marenil in an unenviable position. By the steward's refusals - be they ever so garrulous and kindly seeming - to obey his lord, he has undermined his lord's authority; and then walked away without so much as a 'your pardon, lord'. The lord in question thus found it necessary to choose between allowing his authority to be so undermined, or on the other hand, asserting it. He has chosen to assert it. Which puts Marenil in his unenviable position. If you would like to revise your post so as to remove the need for such a choice, I'll be happy to revise mine. Just let me know.