From a discussion on deleterius:

[camwyn]

Someone said they wanted to see a fic where the depressingly common Girl Who Falls Into Middle-Earth From Modern Terra is expecting the wrong kind of elf ("fix my shoes! grant a wish! don't steal my baby!"). I thought about this for a bit, and then came up with a different idea.


Lara pushed herself to her knees, shaking her head furiously to clear it. The explosion outside the con had been pretty powerful, but she hadn't seen open soil and grass anywhere near the hotel. If it had thrown her this far, why wasn't anything broken? There was green everywhere.

So green. There was nowhere like this in the city. She had to have been punched through to... somewhere else.

Behind her, someone cleared his throat. She managed to turn about despite the dizzying rush of blood through her head. She still wasn't seeing quite clearly, but she could make out a man in robes- dark hair- strong eyebrows-

And pointy ears. That, she could see for sure.

She scrabbled frantically for the words she'd taught herself in preparation for the con. "Jolan'tru, lhhai..."

The eyebrows went up sharply; she tried again. "Shaoi kon, enarrain?"

And then the figure spoke, and she realised that neither her Starfleet uniform nor her knowledge of the Romulan language would do her a damn bit of good.


Because, y'know, not all fen are necessarily cross-fertile.

Comments

[mephron]

[choke]

[dormouse-in-tea.livejournal.com]

*giggles madly*

[sdelmonte]

You know, though, that any true Trekkie would know that these beings are not Vulcans or Romulans - too fair and the eyebrows are all wrong. Unless, of course, she were encountering a hybrid like Sela.

[camwyn]

Oh, naturally. But I was going from two assumptions:

1. The elf in question was Elrond, who at least has the virtue of dark hair and distinctive eyebrows even if they're not entirely right, and

2. Lara-the-Sue-Substitute's just been thrown through a couple bajillion alternate dimensions/fictional realities and landed face first on the soil of Middle-Earth. That'd keep anyone from being able to focus properly, I should think.

[camwyn]

Also, a true Trekkie would have referred to it as the Rihannsu language.

not a true Trekkie

[chaos-wrangler.livejournal.com]

Nice story... and very effective since I can only guess what she's trying to say. *g*

Re: not a true Trekkie

[camwyn]

I dug around on the Internet until I found a Rihannsu-English dictionary. I think most of the vocabulary came out of the back of My Enemy, My Ally and The Romulan Way by Diane Duane. The first one is supposed to be the equivalent of 'hello, sir' and the second is basically '(greeting from inferior to superior), Supreme Military Person'. I'd have to look up the web site again to get the exact words, but that was what I pulled out of Google.

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

Hee! This? Is too cute.

Mer

[quintus.livejournal.com]

That's my girl :-)

[camwyn]

So very, very tired of fangirls getting it exactly right, or being perfectly prepared... I mean, I might be prepared should I accidentally fall into one of the books I'm fond of, but not as prepared as these characters always seem to be. I never learned the fictional languages, I've never practiced combat with actual people, I've never had to shoot an arrow to get my food or hold off an enemy... but they never. Get. It. Wrong.