Shams' Five Links

Five Links:
Alice in Wonderland:
A story written by Lewis Carroll about a young girl who dreams of falling through the rabbit-hole and attempts to find her way out, while encountering a series of strange characters and situations on the way. Her naivety and patience lead her in to troubling scenarios that she must find her way out of with the help of those she can trust around her.

 http://onceuponatime.wikia.com/wiki/Alice_in_Wonderland_%28Story%29


Popeye The Sailor Man:
 Popeye The Sailor Man is a classic cartoon about a tough sailor who finds himself in a series of situations that he must find his way out of, while also attempting to keep his girlfriend, Olive, safe. His main weapon is the consumption of spinach which happens to give him his muscular appearance.

http://popeye.com/

SpongeBob SquarePants:
SpongeBob Squarepants is a sponge that lives under the sea who finds himself caught in a series of scenarios mainly due to his ignorant personality. He roams his home, Bikini Bottom, with his equally ignorant best friend, Patrick Star. Together they help each other through their struggles and attempt to have fun on a daily basis. The lifestyle of Bikini Bottom is similar to that of our everyday lifestyle, but with a humorous twist to it.


Cinderella:
Cinderella is the traditional fairytale story of a poor girl living with her evil step-mother and two wicked step-sisters. Her main role is that of a maid and she is constantly belittled by her only remaining family. Her attempts to do something for herself get her in to trouble when she sneaks off to the grand ball with the help of her fairy god mother and she gets noticed by prince charming. The loss of one of her shoes eventually leads to her happy ending when her prince comes to find her.

http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks1/english/story_telling/cinderella/cinderella1.htm


Winnie The Pooh:
Winnie the Pooh is a children's cartoon about a bunch of happy-go-lucky characters that go out of their way to help each other through tough times while also learning everyday life lessons throughout their journeys. Each with their own different and unique personalities, Winnie the Pooh finds himself bringing his friends together in interesting ways everyday.

http://winniethepooh.disney.com/

Katie Amanda References

Gelsey,James.1998.Scooby-Doo! and the Haunted Castle. New York,USA.Scholastic Paperbacks.

Gelsey,James.2001.Scooby-Doo! and the Phony Fortune Teller.New York,USA.Scholastic Paperbacks

Roven,Charles, Suckle,Richard. Gosnell,Raja. Scooby Doo. USA. Warner Bros

Roven,Charles, Suckle,Richard. Gosnell,Raja. Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed.USA.Warner Bros

Wikipedia.12 August 2013. Scooby Doo ( film).http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scooby-Doo_(film)

Cartoon Network. 2013. Scooby-Doo Games. http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/games/scooby/creepycastle/index.html

Katie Amanda Final : Scooby Gang

 “Hey kids, brave uncle Scooby’s coming up next, and he’s gonna splat those ghostlies and mash those monsties, so stayed tuned for Scooby Doobie Doooo… we got some work to do now, Scooby Dooby Doo where are you, we need some help from you now…”.

Fred hit the mute button. He scrunched up his beer can and threw it onto the mountainous pile beside the couch.

Just as he was reaching for another can, a huge violet blob blocked his view. Given he’d already had a few it took Fred a few seconds to realise the huge blob was actually his wife. The second clue for this retired member of Mystery, Inc. was the pile of washing that landed on his lap.

“Fred! Would you quit watching that crap. And I’m done sorting your greasey work overalls! Can’t you just wear something else at the garage?”

Fred wasn’t so much paying attention to the words that were coming out of his wife’s mouth, but the little chocolate bits that were flying out of it with each exclamation.

“And...munch…you…munch…know it hurts my feelings…munch…when you watch…munch…old footage of me. I have so many more wrinkles these days, it’s…munch…just not fair!”

Yes, blame the wrinkles.  Not the 50 pounds of flab rolls for the stark contrast with the youthful version of his wife playing on the screen. Fred thought it best to keep quiet. He nestled back into the couch and cracked open another beer.

The loud ring of the phone sounded as Fred found the remote again…“Well you know they would have gotten away with it, if it hadn’t of been for us meddling kids…”

In a darkened street corner, not too far from the suburban sprawl in Coolsville,

Scooby lit up his cigarette. He watched as Shaggy crawled down a vine terrace, from the opened attic window.  “You seen anything yet?” whispered Shaggy as he scanned the darkness with his torch. Scooby shook his head and Shaggy ducked beneath the bush.

Moments later he appeared clutching two wrapped paintings. “The other stuff is by the front entrance, be quick Scooby, we gotta be out in five”. Scooby stuck his nose in the air, “I’ll do it for a Scooby snack”. Shaggy shook his head as he sarcastically replied “real cute Scooby”. Scooby took his last puff and tossed the butt into the same bush Shaggy had just emerged from. The bush went up in a whoosh of smoke. “Better destroy the evidence, last thing we need is some meddling investigators digging up your footprints. He strolled across the grass grabbing the remaining items, as he heard Shaggy scrounging around in his overcoat looking to silence his ringing phone…

It was an undeniable fact that with her dark bowl haircut, a face hidden in thickly framed glasses and a shapeless figure dressed like a tangerine, Velma was often the awkward fifth wheel on the Mystery Machine. If it wasn’t for her ability to see through an unexplainable crime and unmask supernatural wannabes, Velma doubted whether she wouldn’t have been stuck at home on those outings. With a name like Velma Dace Dinkly, Velma didn’t really think she ever had a choice of the part she played. Three laser eye surgeries later, a team of hired stylists and one bow-flex body, Velma was done playing the sweet crime fighter. If you can’t be bothered beating them, join em she thought as she hung up the phone…

Shaggy and Scooby waited anxiously on the doorstep, staring at the big knocker. Before they could lift the heavy weight and break the still air with a bang, the door slowly opened. Shaggy couldn’t help but smile at the figure standing in the door frame . Gone where the knee high orange socks and the thick glasses. The Velma that greeted them, as much as her botoxed face would allow her too that is, was decked out in leather. She turned and led them down the dimly lit corridor. As they entered the fire lit room Shaggy scanned the room to find the entire Scooby gang, gathered around the table. “The Scooby gang back together…munch…one last time”, Daphne laughed as she munched a chocolate bar.

 The flickering fire gave the room a sinister a feel. Velma sat up from the dining table and without hesitation began to address the rest of the Scooby gang. Her black leather glowed against the fire embers. Puzzled looks crossed Daphne’s and Fred’s faces. All of them asking the same question, “why are we here?”

 “I have asked you here today for one last Scooby hoorah. For years I have played the smart nerdy one, and have put up with the sympathy looks but enough is enough”. “Tomorrow night is the Diamond Ball Art Charity Gala… and tomorrow night we will steal the painting from right under their noses”. Blame it on the botox, but Shaggy couldn’t decide if Velma was serious enough.

Before he had time to ask, the front door flew open. Outlined by the flames of the fire, stood five, eerily familiar figures. An expressionless, yet shocked Velma was the first to speak.  “Who do you think you are?” she asked the gang before her. “Who are we?” laughed the tall blond Fred look-a-like. “Thelma, Jed ,Japhne Rooby and  Shag-Lee. We’re the Rooby Roo gang, ready to bring justice to washed up crime-fighters, like yourself.”

Velma, finding it hard to scowl as she was driven away, cuffed in the back of a police car, had only one prevailing thought We damn near would’ve gotten away with it if it wasn’t for those meddling kids.

            

Shams Al-ani's Final: The Girl covered in Mud

When Alice fell through the rabbit-hole for the second time, she was certain that she was once again stuck in a seemingly never-ending dream; after all, she could not recount the events that had led to her fall.
"Oh no, not this dream again!", she cried.
Alice remembered the last time she had dreamed of falling through; she had awoken in a state of temporary insanity that eventually led to her admission into a psychiatric ward. Her humiliated father was so desperate to preserve the family name that he left soon after her release and told people that Alice had died in a tragic car accident.
Her perfectly fitting blue dress, ruffled and muddy and her wavy golden locks of hair now a tangled mess of curls.

Desperate, Alice began to pinch her arms in hopes of awaking herself.

"Ouch!", she exclaimed, "That really hurt. Why am I not waking up?"

Alice then spotted a brick pathway ahead and curiously decided to follow it, naively thinking that if she hurried towards the end of the path she would wake up, like what had happened in her last dream.

"I don't remember everything being so dark", Alice thought aloud, "Perhaps soon I'll find light".

Alice stepped over the dirty path of uneven bricks. Looking around, all she could see was a tree swaying side to side in the distance and nothing else. A shiver ran up her spine.

"I know! I'll sing a song", Alice nervously stated.

In the back of her mind Alice knew she was only being foolish but it was all she could do to calm herself.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur...", she began.
"Happy kit-"
"I'm Popeye the Sailor man", a husky singing voice from a distance interrupted.

"I yam what I yam and that's all what I yam", the voice continued.

Alice became ecstatic; finally, a voice that wasn't her own. She hurried towards the voice and found a short man in a sailor suit sitting on the ground. An anchor tattoo covered his muscular arm and a tobacco pipe hung from the corner of his mouth.

"E-e-excuse me?", she stuttered, "But who are you?"

"Well how dare you?!", the voice angrily responded, "I am Popeye the Sailor man".

Alice noticed the needle sticking into his bulging arm.

"I do apologize, sir, but what is it that you're doing there?", Alice asked.

Popeye looked guilt-ridden and finally answered Alice's imposing question.

"How do you think I got these muscles? Think they just happened? Yeah, you and the rest of the world", Popeye responded.

"I'm trying to get to the end of this path", Alice ignored the man, "I'm actually in a dream right now and I'm trying to find the Queen of Hearts. She's the last person I saw in my first dream".

"The Queen of who? Have you've been smoking some of the good stuff? I stick to the wacky tabacky and nothing else", Popeye said.

"Never mind. I'll just have to keep walking", Alice muttered.

Alice soon noticed that the road ahead split in two paths. Popeye found himself feeling sympathetic for the girl dusted in mud.

"Take the right path. You'll come across a dirty blonde girl, much like yourself. Talk to her", Popeye offered.
"Oh, mister, thank you so much!", Alice beamed.

Taking Popeye's advice, Alice soon found herself standing in the middle of a sparkling atmosphere. Glitter surrounded her and as she looked around, a beautiful blonde lady in a blue gown appeared before her eyes.

"I", the woman spoke, "Am Cinderella. You must be Alice. Welcome, my dear".

"Hello", Alice nervously greeted the woman, "How do you know who I am?"

"My dear, soon you will learn that I know everything", Cinderella proudly stated, "I also know that you want to find your way home".

"I am trying to find the Queen of Hearts so I can finally wake up".

Cinderella laughed and Alice couldn't have been any more confused.

"Alice, this is not a dream. You are here forever", Cinderella set Alice straight.

"No, but this couldn't be", Alice stood in disbelief.

"Unless", Cinderella offered.
"What? What is it?", Alice begged, "Please, I'll do anything to go home".

"Well, I can help you find your way back home but first you must find my twin sister, Cindy, and poison her. She is the reason that I haven't inherited my mother's entire estate", Cinderella pulled out a vile of purple liquid from her pocket.

This was against Alice's morals but she hesitantly agreed.
Excitement consumed her and she started to list all of the things she would do when she made it home; she almost missed the sounds ahead.

"Shhh", the voice shushed, "She'll hear us".
The voices giggled and shushed each other and just then Alice was once again freightened.

"Who is it?", Alice asked, "Show yourselves".

Upon closer inspection Alice found two objects- a yellow sponge and a pink star.

"What are you doing?", she surprised the two objects.
"Nothing. We're just...I'm Spongebob Squarepants and this is Patrick", said the yellow sponge, "We're just...experimenting. Want some?", the sponge offered.

The pair seemed to be snorting a white powdery substance.

"No", Alice responded in a disturbed manner.
"I need to find Cindy", she continued.

"Why didn't you say so?", answered the wide-eyed star, "Continue straight until you see dust. You'll see her sweeping".

Alice continued walking until she found herself surrounded by dust, just like Patrick had mentioned.
"Excuse me, but are you Cindy?", Alice asked.

"Why yes, and you are?", said Cinderella's twin sister.

"I'm Alice. I'm sorry to trouble you but would it be alright if I joined you for supper today? It's just that I'm new here..."

"Absolutely. I love meeting new people", Cindy said.

Later that evening Alice offered to help with the cooking, making sure to add the purple liquid from the vile in to Cindy's soup bowl. Alice found herself overcome with guilt and as she watched Cindy swollow spoonfuls of soup, she sat quietly. Cindy talked for what seemed like an eternity, unaware of her fate. Alice then wondered what kind of a person would ever wish for such a loving woman's death. Second thoughts began to seep through Alice's pores and she realized that by the time she was ready to stop Cindy from eating the poison, it was too late. Alice soon found herself standing in front of Cindy's lifeless body. Her guilt turned to sadness and as her tears hit the still body, a shadow appeared. The animal's body became clearer with every step it took.

"I'm Eeyore", the donkey glumly announced, "I'm here to take you to your new home. Sorry I'm late. Well what do we have here?".

"I'm Alice. I met this lady, Cinderella I think her name was, and she told me that if I poisoned her twin sister, Cindy, Cinderella would tell me how I could get back home", Alice panicked.

"What have you done? Cindy IS Cinderella. Cinderella has had Multiple Personality Disorder for years. Up until now, everyone would just ignore her pleas", Eeyore said.

"Oh no, this is a disaster! I'll never find my way home", Alice sulked.

"Alice, while you have committed an unspeakable act out of foolishness, you must understand that you are bound to this kingdom forever. There is no way of returning home", Eeyore warned.

"I just want to go home", Alice began to cry.

Alice sat sobbing next to Cindy's cold body. Eeyore almost felt sympathetic for the ruffled girl.

"I can't get you home but I can help you make a new one", Eeyore offered.

Alice then realized the good in staying.

"Mr Eeyore, sir, do you think I could stay with you? at least until I get used to this place? I've been lonely since my father left me and I've met kind people here", Alice rambled.

"Just don't get in my way", Eeyore coldly responded.

It became the only real home Alice knew. From then on people cared for her. Two days following Cindy's death, Eeyore overdosed on Spongebob's drug stash and Alice kept her involvement in Cindy's murder to herself. After all, Alice did always appreciate a happy ending, even if she was the only one who saw it that way.




References:
Carroll, L. (1951). Alice in Wonderland (Through The Looking Glass).

Disney, W., Buena Vista Home Entertainment (Firm). (2005). Cinderella. Burbank, CA: Walt Disney Home Entertainment.

Hillenburg, S., Dohrn, W., Lawrence, Mr. (1999). SpongeBob SquarePants.

Milne. A. A. (1926). Winnie-the-Pooh

Segar, E. C. (1929). Popeye The Sailor Man. King Features.

Meyer, S. (2005). Twilight (The Twilight Saga). Little Brown and Company.




 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9582750/1/Disney-s-Ghostbusters-The-Dead-End

 http://darlingdisneyfanfiction.tumblr.com/post/24833165099/life-in-america

Abbeys Final

Reference :

the Brady Bunch sitcom,Sherwood Schwartz from 1979

The house was at peace; Jan was tucked away studying diligently in her room. Alice was preparing the usual supper, pork chops… apple sauce. Mr and Mrs Brady were nowhere to be seen. Jan was the daughter of Carol. A widowed woman newly wed to Mike Brady, also a widow. Mike was a highly successful architect, one in which allowed is wallet to rule his life. It wasn't unusual for Jan and Alice to have the house to themselves. Mike had no children of his own, so from the moment Carol and Jan had moved into his 3 floor town house, Alice, the live in house keeper was hired and took on all household duties as Carol was whisked away in style by Mike. They ate out basically every night and 

Jan developed to be somewhat of an outcast. Jan was often made fun of for her mind wandering ways, she was continuously caught with her head in the clouds. She found herself daydreaming day to day of the luxury life would be if she just had a few siblings.

“Oh Alice, why do I have to be an only child! Why couldn't I of just had a sister, or even a brother.” Jan protested. “I’m going to have a huge family when I’m older! I’m going to have 3 girls and 3 boys, it’ll be a dream! My children will never feel alone.”

“Well Jan you will have very happy family, go wash up for supper now.” Alice responded.

Jan had caught a glimpse of Mr and Mrs Summers next-door settling down for the evening with their 3 kids Greg, Marcia and Cindy. In her eyes, that was perfection, a truly happy family! They had family to take vacations with and siblings to enter talent shows with. Jan immensely envied what they had.

“Oh Mike” Carol whispered “what an outstanding evening, you sure know how to spoil a girl.”

“Well you deserve the best Honey.” Mike smugly replied.

“Um Hello? Mom I thought you were picking me up after school? We were supposed to go shopping; I need a new dress for this weekends dance!”

“Oh Jan, just let it go would you? Mike had a surprise evening arranged, what do you want me to do?” Carol said.

“Don’t blame your mother Jan, it’s my fault, here buy yourself something nice.” Mike patronizingly interrupted whilst handing over a $100 note.

“Mike Mike Mike! Do I even exist” Jan mumbled as she stormed to her room.

Carol and Mike shared a look as they smirked at their dramatic teen over reacting as always.

On the surface the Brady’s portray as an immaculate cheerful modern day family. But the sense of peace very rarely lasted. Mike and Carol lived their lush lifestyle whilst Jan struggled day to day all alone. Jan never had many friends. Marcia, Greg and Cindy from next-door were the closest companions she had ever really had.

After her infuriating evening Jan woke up that crisp summer morning feeling empowered. She had decided something that night, she wasn’t going to moan about dreaming of the what ifs. She wasn’t going to accept Mikes charity, she was going to make her own dress for the dance that night and she was going to go, even if that meant going at it alone.

Alice was away for the weekend, and Mike and Carol were typically not about.

“Perfect” Jan proclaimed with a sigh of relief. Set up outside Jan happily sat alone, needle and thread and an old dress she had worn to the previous year’s dance, as well as an old cardigan that no longer fit her.  

“Good Morning Jan! What are you doing over there?” Asked Mrs Summers over the fence.

“Oh, hi! I’m making myself a dress, for the dance tonight you know.” Jan proudly replied.

“Well. You better come over here then, it’s going to take you all week with that needle and thread, come on and I can help you with my machine.”

Jan was ecstatic, quickly bundling up her belongings she ran next door.

Together they spent all morning perfecting Jan’s recycled dress, Mrs Summers had plenty of beautiful fabric spare to contribute to their master piece. Within just a few short hours they had done it! Jan had a beautifully handmade dress ready for the dance tonight hours before time.

Jan stayed at the Summer’s all day, played with little Cindy and helped Marcia prepare lunch.

“Well I guess I should get home now, the dance is only in a couple of hours and I need to get ready in time to walk.” Jan announced.

“We can’t have that!” Marcia claimed. “Why don’t you come with Greg and I?”

“That would be wonderful… if you’re sure I’m not overstaying my welcome,” Said Jan.

The entire day felt like a dream, Jan couldn't have been happier. Mrs Summers braided her and Marcia’s hair for the dance and Jan felt truly included. Together she Marcia and Greg all headed out to the dance, it was the most perfect day Jan had ever had. The dance was so much fun and she really felt as if she belonged. The summers had taught her what family was.

Returning home Jan was apprehensive, she didn't know what Carol was going to say, she was gone all day and evening without explanation! “Is she going to be mad? Worried? What will she say!”

Quietly opening the door Carol looked shocked.

“Wow Jan you found a dress did you?” Mike proudly stated “No need to thank me, was my pleasure I am glad to help.”

“Had fun did you Jan?” Carol asked.

“Yep” Jan politely replied, slightly confused as to what Mike was on about, forgetting about his pitiful attempt at helping her find a dress by throwing money at her, and slightly offended that Carol wasn't concerned, but not bothered all that much at all.

Jan put herself to bed that night with an uncontrollable smile. She was overjoyed. Although she never felt at home with Carol and Mike, she always knew there was a place right for her nearby, and that one day she was able to make her children feel the way in which the Summer’s family taught her to feel.

Shams' final story (without references as of yet)

It's a bit longer than it should be but I found that any more deleting would result in a confusing story line.


Story:
When Alice fell through the rabbit-hole for the second time, she was certain that she was once again stuck in a seemingly never-ending dream; after all, she could not recount the events that had led to her fall.
"Oh no, not this dream again!", she cried.
Alice remembered the last time she had dreamed of falling through; she had awoken in a state of temporary insanity that eventually led to her admission into a psychiatric ward. Her humiliated father was so desperate to preserve the family name that he left soon after her release and told people that Alice had died in a tragic car accident.
Her perfectly fitting blue dress, ruffled and muddy; her wavy golden locks of hair now a tangled mess of curls and a graze on her right knee.

Desperate, Alice began to pinch her arms in hopes of awaking herself.
"Ouch!", she exclaimed, "That really hurt. Why am I not waking up?"
Alice then spotted a brick pathway ahead and curiously decided to follow it, naively thinking that if she hurried towards the end of the path she would wake up, like what had happened in her last dream.
"That's funny", Alice thought aloud, "I don't remember everything being so dark. Maybe soon I'll find light".
Alice watched as her once-shiny black shoes stepped over the dirty path of unordered bricks. Looking around, all she could see was a faint tree swaying side to side in the distance and nothing else. A shiver ran up her spine.
"I know! I'll sing a song", Alice nervously stated.
In the back of her mind Alice knew she was only being foolish but it was the only thing she could do to calm herself.
"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur...",, she began.
"Happy kit-"
"I'm Popeye the Sailor man", a husky singing voice from a distance interrupted Alice.
"I'm Popeye the sailor man, I yam what I yam and that's all what I yam", the voice continued.
Alice became ecstatic; finally, a voice that wasn't her own. She hurried towards the voice and found a short man wearing a sailor suit sitting on the ground. An anchor tattoo covered his muscular arm and a tobacco pipe hung from the corner of his mouth.
"E-e-excuse me?", she stuttered, "But who are you?"
"Who am I? Well how dare you?!", the voice angrily responded, "I am Popeye the Sailor man. I'm clearly busy so you are to leave at once".
Alice looked down and noticed a needle sticking into his bulging arm.
"Oh I do apologize, sir, but what is it that you're doing there?", Alice asked.
Popeye looked guilt-ridden and finally answered Alice's imposing question.
"How do you think I got these muscles, huh? You think they just happened? Yeah, you and the rest of the world", Popeye responded.
Alice, stunned, chose to ignore Popeye's steroid reference.
"I'm trying to get to the end of this path. You see, I'm actually in a dream right now", Alice only realized how insane she sounded when she noticed the blank stare that Popeye shot at her.
"I'm trying to find the Queen of Hearts. She's one of the last people I saw in my first dream".
"The Queen of who? Have you've been smoking some of the good stuff? Because I don't do that. I stick to the wacky tabacky and nothing else", Popeye said.
"Oh never mind. I'll just have to keep walking", Alice muttered.
As she was about to continue her journey, Alice noticed that the road ahead split in two paths. The look on her face said it all and suddenly Popeye found himself feeling sorry for the girl dusted in mud.
"Listen, take the right path. You'll come across a dirty blonde girl, much like yourself. She'll help you find your way to wherever the heck you want to go", Popeye offered.
"Oh thanks, mister, thank you so much!", a ray of hope began to show on Alice's stained face.
Taking Popeye's advice, she took the right pathway. Alice soon found herself standing in the middle of a bright and sparkling atmosphere. Glitter seeemed to surround her and suddenly as she looked around, a beautiful blonde lady in a blue gown appeared right before her eyes.
"I", the woman began to speak, "Am Cinderella. You must be Alice. Welcome, my dear".
"Hello", Alice nervously greeted the woman, "How do you know who I am?"
"My dear, soon you will learn that I know everything", Cinderella proudly stated, "I also know that you want to find your way home".
"I am trying to find the Queen of Hearts so I can end this dream and wake up".
Cinderella laughed and Alice couldn't have been any more confused than she was then.
"Alice, this is not a dream. You are here forever", Cinderella set Alice straight.
"No, but this couldn't be", Alice stood in disbelief.
"Unless", Cinderella offered.
"What? What is it?", Alice begged, "Please, I'll do anything to go home".
"Well, I can help you find your way back home but first you are to find my twin sister, Cindy, and poison her. That wreck is the reason that I haven't inherited my mother's entire estate", Cinderella pulled out a vile of purple liquid from what seemed to be out of nowhere.
This was against Alice's morals but she hesitantly agreed.
Excitement consumed her and she started to list all of the things she would do when she finally made it home; she almost missed the sounds coming from a distance.
"Shhh", the voice shushed, "She'll hear us".
The voices giggled and shushed each other and just then Alice once again found herself feeling freightened.
"Who is it?", Alice loudly asked, "Who's there? Show yourselves".
On closer inspection Alice found two objects- a yellow sponge and a pink star, sitting by a large tree.
"What are you doing?", she surprised the two objects.
"Nothing. We're just...I'm Spongebob Squarepants and this is Patrick Star", said the yellow sponge, "We're just...erm...experimenting. You want some?", the sponge offered.
The pair seemed to be snorting a white powdery substance.
"No, thank you", Alice responded in a disturbed manner.
"Look, I need to find a girl named Cindy", she continued.
"Well why didn't you say so?", answered the glassy wide-eyed star, "Keep going straight until you're surrounded by dust. You'll see her sweeping".
Alice continued walking until she found herself surrounded by dust, just like Patrick had mentioned.
"Excuse me, but are you Cindy?", Alice asked.
"Why yes, and you are?", said Cinderella's twin sister.
"I'm Alice. I'm sorry to trouble you but would it be alright if I joined you for supper today? It's just that I'm new here and very alone..."
"Why absolutely. I always love meeting new people", Cindy said.
Alice waited with Cindy until later that evening. Offering to help with the cooking, she made sure to add the purple liquid from the vile in to Cindy's soup bowl. Alice found herself overcome with guilt and as she watched Cindy swollow spoonfuls of soup, she sat quietly. Cindy talked for what seemed like an eternity, completely unaware of her fate. She seemed like a charming person; Alice wondered what kind of a person would ever wish for such a loving woman's death. Second thoughts began to seep through Alice's pores and she realized that by the time she was ready to stop Cindy from eating the poison, it was too late. Alice eventually found herself standing in front of Cindy's lifeless body, laying on the hard ground. Her guilt turned to sadness and as her tears hit the still body, a shadow appeared. The animal's body became clearer with every step it took towards Alice.
"I'm Eeyore", the donkey glumly announced, "I'm here to take you to your new home. Sorry I'm late but I guess when you've lost the will to live, time means nothing. Well what do we have here?".
"I'm Alice. I met this lady, Cinderella I think her name was, and she told me that if I poisoned her twin sister, Cindy, Cinderella would tell me how I can get back home", Alice panicked.
"Alice, what have you done? Cindy IS Cinderella. It's a known fact that Cinderella has had Multiple Personality Disorder for years. Up until now, everyone would just ignore her pleas", Eeyore said.
"Oh no, this is a disaster! Now I'll never find my way home", Alice sulked.
"Alice, while you have commited an unspeakable act out of foolishness, you must understand that you are bound to this kingdom forever. There is no way of you returning home so you may as well make the best of it", Eeyore warned.
"Well what can i do? I just want to go home", Alice began to cry.
Alice sat sobbing next to Cindy's cold body. Eeyore almost felt sympathetic for the upset girl.
"I can't get you home but I can help you make a new one", Eeyore offered.
Alice had always dreaded unhappy endings in stories but now she started to see the good in staying.
"Mr Eeyore, sir, do you think I could stay with you? atleast for the time being, until I get used to this place? It's just that I've been very lonely ever since my father left me and I've met very kind people here", Alice rambled.
"As long as you don't get in my way", Eeyore coldly responded.
It became the only real home Alice knew. People cared for her and she always had a helping hand from then on. Two days following Cindy's death, Eeyore had overdosed on Spongebob's drug stash and Alice kept her involvement in Cindy's murder to herself. After all, Alice did always appreciate a happy ending, even if she was the only one who saw it that way.

Twist of Cinderella (Jessica's Final)

The Original story is called "Cinderella" by Walt Disney pictures. This story has been edited for entertainment purposes only.

This is a story about a girl named Cinderella. She was once a kind girl that cared for the other, until her parents death that made her feel she has lost everything and had nothing left in the world. Her anger went towards her two kind step sisters. As years passed by, they were invited to the grand ball, the Prince was looking for his princess.

"O wow, Cinderella this is lovely" said one

"It’s gorgeous..." said the other.

                       

Both step sisters were holding on to the dress very tightly and recklessly fought over to hold on to the dress.

"If you don’t mind sister, I will hold on to it first." said one

"No. I will thank you very much."

 They were pulling and tugging on to the dress like a rope...

 "Stop it!" Cinderella shouted

...and ripped the dress apart.

The room was filled with silence; the step sisters were able to fill the anger and shock of Cinderella's reaction. Cinderella yelled and screamed and pushed the both sisters on to the ground.

"How dare you! My mother’s dress!" She shouted,

Her step mother ran up to Cinderella's room and shouted "Stop!"

Cinderella was just about to slap her sisters.

"What is going on here?" Step mother asked with a disappointing look on her face.

"They... They ripped my mother’s dress!" Cinderella cried with anger and sorrow.

The step mother was told what has happened and she came to a decision.

"Cinderella. I am grounding you from going to the ball."

"What? Come again?" Cinderella was shocked.

"This is not just about the actions you have made today but also all these years you been making your sisters do all your chores and threatening them. Yes, I’ve seen it all. We will put this all behind after the ball." Step mother stated very clearly.

...

The day of the loyal ball Cinderella was locked inside her room.

She was crying, screaming and shouting, thinking of her past when she had her parents.

Then. *poof* three fairies dresses in blue, green and pink came to help her to go to the ball. Cinderella was grateful. So grateful that she grabbed the three wands and put the fairies in to the cage and prepared herself for the loyal ball.

"O dear." the three fairies were worried, but did not panic.

They put a spell on her eyes, a spell so that what she sees as a beast will appear as a handsome prince.

"The wand cannot stay away from us for long. Only till midnight your free." warned the blue fairy

Cinderella head to the ball with the three wands, she planned a way to ruin the ball.

…

There was music everywhere, soft and quite music. People were dancing, eating and talking until the announcement.

“The Prince” said the announcer.

“O my…” said a lady.

“O dear…” said the other.

Rumours were true, he is a beast, and however, people were not afraid.

Prince was looking for his true love, the first kiss, to break his curse and live happily ever after.

To the left to the right he was looking over the ball but yet he found his love.

“O no!” a women screamed.

“HAHAHA having fun were you? Without me? How rude.” Cinderella laughed with an evil voice.

She has frozen a man that was in her way of the entrance.

As the beast turned around to see her and fell in love. He loved how gorgeous she was, the eyes, nose, mouth, everything. He did not see the evil in her.

The step sisters tried to stop her, but it made her even angrier, she made her two sisters in to a frog. She laughed away and kept freezing people until it came around to the beast. Her eyes wide opened, step by step went closer to him.

“Who… are you?” asked Cinderella.

She dropped her three wands, and those wands disappeared.

They got closer together and looked in to each other’s eyes. They felt like they were reading off each other’s mind.

Until then,

“Guards!! Take her away to the dungeon!” said the King.

Cinderella was grabbed by the wrist, she tried to get away, and she wanted to be close to the beast.

“No! Father stop this non-sense!” said the Prince.

“Non-sense? How can this be a non-sense?” asked the King with an angry voice.

“Father I love her…” He confessed and ran up to kiss Cinderella.

Lights came out of nowhere; the Prince was changing back one by one. Cinderella could only then see the beast, but she was not surprised, she was happier than ever.

As Prince changed back to his full self, everyone celebrated.

Music got louder, people laughed and danced.

“We shall forget about the past, and look forward to the future. I announce Cinderella as my son’s wife, and I am truly happy for both of you. Cheers!” said the King.

“Thank you, your highness. We will live happily ever after” she replied with the tears of joy and kissed the Prince.

The End 

Reference

Disney, W., Buena Vista Home Entertainment. (1950). Cinderella. Burbank, CA: Walt Disney Home Entertainment.

Disney, W., Buena Vista Home Entertainment. (1991). Beauty and the Beast. Burbank, CA: Walt Disney Home Entertainment.

Disney, W., Buena Vista Home Entertainment. (1959). Sleeping Beauty. Burbank, CA: Walt Disney Home Entertainment.

Final Draft

-She arrives and meets the beast (the beast is the prince and people know that he is under a spell) and falls in love
-2 stepsisters tries to stop her from ruining anything. Cinderella gets mad and freezes the 2 sisters and the others around.
-The beast kiss makes her just in time which made Cinderella nice and charming, and made the beast turn back in to a handsome prince
- and ~ Lives happily ever after :)


Once upon a time there was a sweet young girl named Cinderella. She was an ordinary girl in an ordinary family until she lost her mother. Her father met a kind lady from a neighbourhood town during his time of work and brought her home with her two daughters, Cinderella did not like them, however, tried her best for her loving father. Few month later Cinderella lost her father as well. She felt she lost everything she cared in the world and the kindness she had turned in to hatred.

Cinderella would wake up late in a big dark room with no light. She never opened the curtains after her parents death. She would walk out of her room, eat her breakfast, go out to town for shopping and come back for dinner.

Years pass and Cinderella turned eighteen, her anger and sadness were put through to her step sisters.

"Cinderella, would you mind doing the dishes?" asked the kind step mother.

"Of course step mother." she replied with a fake smile on her face.

Her step mother gave her a back warm smile and walked out of the room with the laundry.

"Girl's! Get in here!... NOW!" She summoned her step sisters like they were servants.

"Do the dishes for me would you? I do not want to get my beautiful hands in the soaking water... and you also know what happens to your precious dresses IF you disobey me... yes?" Cinderella was holding a dress on one hand and scissors on the other. The sisters could not resist and did the dishes.

This happened anytime Cinderella had her chores around the house and it was not going to change anytime soon.

...

-knock knock-
The stepmother opened the door gently and greeted the person that came.

"The King and Queen has invited you and your daughters to the loyal ball to seek for a Princess" says the visitor.

Cinderella and the step sisters over heard the visitor talking and ran across the hall to read the invitation.

The people in town had a rumor. A rumor that the prince was a beast, cursed when he was young by an evil witch. When he gets his true loves kiss, he will turn back in to a human. However, citizens did not care because the rumor also say that the beast has a personality soft as a feather.

"Girls... patient... please." Stepmother laughed in a lovely voice but the girls could not take their eyes off the letter and pushed each other away to have each of their turn to read it.

The girls ran into each of their rooms to get changed to shop for new dresses for the ball.

...

They were walking down store to store to find the perfect dress.

"I want something pink." said one of the step sisters.

"I want yellow! What about you Cinderella?" said the other.
 
"Something that is better than both of yours. hmph" she stated and walked off.

As time passed the step sisters found their dresses, however, Cinderella was still looking for her perfect dress.

"We have to go home now Cinderella... All the shops are closing and it is getting dark." said the step sisters in a careful voice.

"O, we are going back since you two have your dresses? Too tired after all those time looking for yours and don't have the time to find mine?!?" Cinderella growled at them.

"We were hunting for your dress for hours..." said one

"I do not want to hear it. I'll find mine myself." Cinderella walked off to the next store.

"Should we wait...?" said the other

"No... She will go on for ages..."

...

Cinderella was still looking for her perfect dress until no store let her in because of the closing time.

"How rude. They don't want my money? Selfish of them." Cinderella had to walk home with nothing but sore feet.

As she arrived home she felt embarrassed because she was unable to find her dress. She walked in quietly in to her room and cried. "Only if mother was here..." she hoped, lying on her bed looking above she wished something good happened for her until she found an entrance to the attic above her room. With a sneeze, she found a familiar box covered by dust, she brought it down to her room and opened the box.

"O, wow..." She rubbed her eyes and blink couple of times.

"I cannot believe it! Yes! This is it! Thank you mother, thank you!" She was filled with joy for the first time in years.
She found her mothers gorgeous dress and she remembered her mother saying "When you grow older, I will give this to you as your birthday present."
Cinderella was able to sleep comfortably and her mind was filled with happiness rather than hatred.
...

Cinderella woke up in the morning and opened her curtains. Her mind was bright and had a warm smile on her face. She went over to the dining room to great her step mother and sisters. The step sisters were curious about her perfect dress that Cinderella was complaining about because she was all lovely and bright, they asked nicely if they could see the dress. Cinderella took them up to her room and showed them the dress.

"O wow, Cinderella this is lovely" said one

"It is gorgeous..." said the other.

Both step sisters were holding on to the dress very tightly and recklessly fought over to hold on to the dress.

"If you do not mind sister. I will hold on to it first." said one

"No. I will thank you very much."

 They were pulling and tugging on to the dress like a rope...

 "Stop it!" Cinderella shouted

...and ripped the dress apart.

The room was filled with silence, the step sisters were able to fill the anger and shock of Cinderella's reaction. Cinderella yelled and screamed and pushed the both sisters on to the ground.

"How dare you! My mothers dress!" She shouted with anger,

Her step mother ran up to Cinderella's room and shouted "Stop!"

Cinderella was just about to slap her sisters.

"What is going on here?" Step mother asked with a disappointing look on her face.

"They... They ripped my mothers dress!" Cinderella cried with anger and sorrow

The step mother was told what has happened and she came to a decision.

"Cinderella. I am grounding you from going to the ball."

"What? Come again?" Cinderella was shocked.

"This is not just about the actions you have made today but also all these years you been making your sisters do all your chores and threatening them. Yes, I seen it all. We will put this all behind after the ball." Step mother stated very clearly.

...

The day of the loyal ball Cinderella was locked inside her room.
She was crying, screaming and shouting, thinking of her past when she had her parents.
Then. *poof* three fairies dresses in blue, green and pink came to help her to go to the ball. Cinderella was grateful. So grateful that she grabbed the 3 wands and put the fairies in to the cage and prepared herself for the loyal ball.

"O dear." the three fairies were worried,

They put a spell on her eyes, a spell so that what she sees as a beast will appear as a handsome prince.

"The wand cannot stay away from us for long. Only till midnight your free." warned the blue fairy

...


She heads to the ball with the three wands. She plans a way to ruin the ball.

Nadya's fanfic- A Simple Play: Part 2

I enjoyed watching Olorin's fireworks. And I could tell he enjoyed them too. Amil had a hard time convincing me to keep still. "You'll soil your dress Little One." She exclaimed. "Amma, can I go meet with some friends?" she sighed. "No, Selde. You might get lost." But this was Valinor. Anyone would have friends to help them out.

I was barely out of my toddling stage. I was still a baby in everyone's eyes. It took a long while for everyone to let me go. But I managed to persuade my mother to let me go with Maltariel and we skipped off. I wanted to meet Olorin again. But I heard an argument.

"Feanaro, calm yourself." I heard my grandmother hiss. I turned, catching my gaze onto the copper hair we both shared. "It will not do to make a spectacle in front of the whole of Aman- and the Ainur." She warned. "Atar, listen to Amil." My father was with them. " You have to let it go, please just once." Uncle Macalaure and Atar had both taken grandmother's side. But grandfather, and Uncles Tyelcormo, Carnistir and Curvo scowled. Ambarussa was nowhere to be seen. Probably stealing food.

Grandfather snapped. "I don't care if we make a spectacle as they don't make me look like a fool!" He glared at the three. "What did they do?" Uncle Macalaure exclaimed. "They're just deciding to stand and present themselves together with you..." "In front of everyone!" Grandfather shouted. They whispered for quiet. "They wish to stand as a real family with me. Everyone looks at High Princes and Princesses and realise that I am left out! The children of Indis." He scowled. "And the sole son of Miriel and Finwe." The three sighed and groaned. This went on for a while until Atar and Uncle left. Amil and Auntie Vingarie greeted them.

We dashed off. "What was that about?" I couldn't very well tell Indis' kin. I winced. "Let's just find the maiar."

We did find them. But Mairon was still grumping. "....Spent so much time." He muttered. "Nothing was in order. All mumble-jumble. Wish I could kick their arses like Melkor would have. He was defeated, but he sure knew how to command an army of chaos. Orcs!" He snorted. "Well, there's nothing for it."

"Who's Melkor? And what's an orc?" I asked. Mairon jumped. Then he saw me, groaning. "Ah, the Noldorin Princess. And one of Ingwe's kin," he said eying Maltariel's golden hair.

"Will you please answer my questions? Or will I have to ask another Ainu?" He jumped. "No, no, no!" He exclaimed, alarmed. "Then, please tell." he scowled. "Noldorin royals." He snorted. "Alright but this can't go outside of this conversation, okay?" We nodded. "Melkor was a really big Baddie who ruined creation and toppled the Great Lamps used before the Two Trees were made. He was a Vala-" scowled "-King Manwe's brother until they kicked him out. He was jealous, see." He explained. "Built a fortress, kidnapped annoying little elves like you and turned them into orcs." He snorted. "Ugly-looking creatures who are dumb and evil. He was defeated when the Ainur went to war and got chained up in Mandos. The end." He scowled. "Any more stories?"

Blankly, we shook our heads. I never believed such a story existed. We had nothing to say.

Just then Olorin walked over. He was speaking to four people. One, I recognized as Arcalimar, my other grandfather. I raced to him.

Laughing, he embraced me. "How fares the Little One?" He teased. "I was shark-fishing when I found something. I immediately thought of you." He pulled out a gorgeous shell. Inside was a massive perfect pink pearl within mother-of-pearl. I gasped.

"Thank you," I exclaimed. Daro on the other side, laughed. "You spoil her, Uncle."
"Nonsense." Grandfather exclaimed. Artanis laughed at her brother. "You were always eager for new things, Daro. Where's your mother?" She asked. "She let me go with Maltariel and Atar was sorting out an argument Grandfather had." I said. They blinked. Just then my parents appeared.

"Arcalimar, Daro, Amarie and Artanis!" Atar exclaimed. "But where's Rato and Aikanar?"
They talked for a while. I hugged Atar. He kissed me. "I heard your parents are having an argument." Grandfather said. Atar winced. "Not to worry it has been resolved. As you probably have guessed, it was that  subject." They grimaced. "Aunt Anaire and Findekano are with them. So is Irisse and Uncle." Grandfather sighed. "Sore spot? Wounds have never truly healed, but I can't judge. But where is Arafinwe and my sister?"

Arafinwe was grandfather Feanaro's brother. Aunt Earwen was Arcalimar's sister. So both my parents were cousins to Artanis and her brothers- Arafinwe and Earwen's children. Olorin smiled. "Look who comes." Aunt Anaire, Uncle Nolofinwe, and their children were heading this way.
I knew Findekano and Irisse, because Atar and his brothers like them. Uncle Nolofinwe looked unhappy. Aunt Anaire, strained. Atar sighed.

Telperion's light illuminated the unhappy-looking family. I knew grandfather never liked Nolofinwe as well as Indis, his mother. His two sisters and Arafinwe were tolerated. But Nolofinwe and the queen were his banes.

I pitied them and ran over. Findekano smiled. "Well, Little One, what do we have here?" "Grandfather gave me a shell!" I held it up proudly. "Well that is a pretty shell." I grinned, they smiled back. It made them feel better. Nolofinwe bowed. "Arcalimar." Grandfather greeted him the same way. "Is King Olwe here?"

I lost track of the conversation to tug on Olorin's sleeve. "Did you like the play?" I whispered. He winked at me. "I couldn't stop laughing."

I was about to ask him what Mairon's problem was, but remembered my promise. I thought about Melkor. Did such evil exist? I remembered something else.

I had a dream, once that made me wake, screaming. A dark and terrible, deep voice, as dark and cold as a cavern in Endore, spoke to me. Was that Melkor?

I dismissed the idea. Grandfather may have some problems, my parents will still see me as a baby, a few Maiar were discontent, but this was Valinor. On this continent, also called Aman the Blessed, we were safe and deeply happy underneath the guidance of the Valar and the Eye of Illuvatar.

                                                                              ***
(Third Person P.O.V)

Mairon sourly chewed a cracker. Curumo, the psycophant was gone at least. And Olorin, as well as the other two. But the question of the little copper-haired princess got him thinking. Who was Melkor? Why did he do those things? If he had won, could he have made a new and better order, where nothing was a mess? Where the strongest are able to survive?

No, Eru would have never allowed it. Mairon bit off half of another cracker. The cheese was tasty, but the cracker, bland. He threw the piece away. Can anything ever go right?

Mairon never knew that his desire for Order would bring about his fall from grace. Mairon would not yet know that some other Maiar were also discontent, thinking to "better' everything themselves. If I had been made a Vala....

Ah, but you could be. Or maybe something greater. Mairon nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned. There was no one. The voice, deep and resonating, came from within his head. Who are you?

Someone who would set a new order, where there is no chaos, no mayhem, when all is achieved, then everything would go right. We would clean up the mess, throw away the unworthy. The Strong will triumph and survive. The unworthy forgotten. And you, Mairon, will be at the height of your glory.

Mairon smiled. He picked up another cracker. This time, it tasted just right.

                                                                     ***

Translation: Atar/Atto -Father/Daddy                            Mairon- Sauron
                    Amil/Amma- Mother/Mummy                               Olorin- Gandalf
                   Endore- Middle-Earth                                  Curumo- Saruman
                   melloneamin- My friends.                            Eru Illuvatar-All-Father- God.
                   Selde- Daughter.




                         
                                                                                 




 
Right:Illuin and Top:Ormal- the Great Lamps. Above and Bottom: The Ainur during creation. God is the centre-figure.

Shams Al-ani's Excerpt

This is an excerpt from my final copy:

When Alice fell through the rabbit-hole for the second time, she was certain that she was once again stuck in a seemingly never-ending dream; after all, she could not recount the events that had led to her fall.
"Oh no, not this dream again!", she cried.
Alice began to remember the last time she had dreamed of falling through the rabbit-hole; she had awoken in a state of temporary insanity that eventually led to her admission into a psychiatric ward. Her humiliated father was so desperate to preserve the family name that he left soon after her release and told people that Alice had died in a tragic car accident.
Her perfectly fitting blue dress, ruffled and muddy; her wavy golden locks of hair now a tangled mess of curls and a painful graze from the fall bled from her right knee.

Desperate, Alice began to pinch her arms in hopes of awaking herself from what was bound to be a horrid nightmare.
"Ouch!", she exclaimed, "Maybe if i try again..."
She once again attempted to pinch herself awake.
"Ouch! That really hurt. Why am I not waking up?"
Alice then spotted a brick pathway in the distance and curiously decided to follow it, naively thinking that if she hurried towards the end of the path she would wake up, like what had happened in her last dream.

Shams Al-ani's plotline

Hi guys!!
Well my plot line has changed quite a few times but I feel like I've finally mastered it  ;-D

Plot:
My fan-fiction will circulate around an Alice in Wonderland theme, in which Alice will be put through a series of odd situations after falling through the rabbit hole once again and attempts to rush through the 'dream' so she can wake up, only to find that it's not the same as last time...and it's not a dream! Alice encounter's other cartoon characters in their exaggerated signature themes (eg. Cinderella constantly alternates between being rich and poor throughout the storyline, while also appearing to be Bipolar with every change.)
Other characters used in my fan-fiction story include Popeye on steroids, clumsy and drug-addicted Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star, a suicidal Eeyore, and other characters that make minor appearances.

An excerpt of my story will be up shortly :-)

WOW, what am I doing?

WOW.

Amazing, huh? I've had another change of heart! I'm really sorry for this, people, really, really sorry, but it appears what I have done is far too complicated and far too long for a story. And if it's not too long, than there would be HUGE blanks. Terrible.

So, it's still on the same canon, same main character. However, it's back waaaaaay before the events of LOTR and The Hobbit. If you don't know much Tolkien, and you're worried about what it's going to be about, then I'll try band explain in the simplest way possible and I decided to drop the idea of Tolkien language. I liked the idea, when I first read Tainted Light in fanfiction.net, but it's too complicated, requires extra wording and makes it too long. The rules in this are really restricting! I've had to rethink nearly everything again!

Please try to understand, I'm trying to make this as entertaining and interesting for anyone who reads, as much as possible, while trying to stick to the rules. But its tough. Please, bear with me and be patient. I'm also trying to get this done by Sunday.


  

 
Top Left and Right: The Two Trees of Valinor. Bottom: Arda/Earth as it was set in the story before LOTR and The Hobbit.
 

For people who believe that Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit is based on some other universe/planet, far, far away, they are, it appears, wrong. It is set in our world, and it appears Tolkien was really, really smart. It was set on Planet Earth, but in a mythical past. If you learned enough about the theories of the Big Bang and evolution then you can't say that, fictional as it was, Tolkien's work was utterly rubbish. He was also a Catholic, Somehow he managed to bring his love of mythology, his strong connection to his Catholic faith and science together. Hey, only a real genius could ever do such a thing. Tolkien liked myths and legends, Greek and Roman, Celtic and Germanic, Norse, you name it. He wanted to create some myths and legends with great sagas that for Britain. Yet, he also wanted to stay true to his Catholic faith as well as science. If you studied science you would know pf the Big Bang Theory. Or at least I hope you were taught that (Not meaning to insult your intelligence if you do know- sorry- but there are people who have absolutely no idea.). There is a single entity in Tolkien's universe, much like Allah and Yaweh in Islam and Judaism as well as God in Christianity- well it's supposed to be the same God. He creates Tolkien's angels- the Ainur, and sends them to a world that's just been created. Except that its flat, barren, full of toxic gases, no oxygen or water, no life, plant or animal, rocky and with lakes, rivers, oceans, seas and falls of lava- the same as prehistoric earth in the real world. They come down, get divided up into the Valar- the kings, queens and teachers- and the Maiar- friends, helpers, companions- the latter order included Gandalf, Saruman and even Sauron- back when he was good. So there's another question you might have had answered- was Gandalf a human or what- 'cos he looks older than an elf- but doesn't act like a frail old man. He just chose to look old, to be inconspicuous. So the Ainur set everything the way Eru- God, also known as Illuvatar-All-Father- wanted things to be. They made the earth more habitable- except that it was still flat. That had yet to change. But the first Big Baddie made himdelf known. He was Melkor and he was jealous of the other Valar, particularly his brother who was made the king over all Ainur. He ruined a great deal of their creations- the world was no longer perfect- and he toppled the Great Lamps- Illuin the Silver and Ormal the Gold- used before there was a sun or moon. He got chased, hid beneath his evil fortress and the first elves then awoke. The Ainur- worried because they haven't found Melkor, invited them to live in Aman/Valinor/the Undying Lands, where Frodo later went in the last LOTR book/movie. Most of the elves went- not all, but Melkor ensnared some of them and tortured them, driving them insane and mutilating their bodies and souls. They became the first orcs. This was actually mentioned in the Two Towers movie when Saruman was speaking to the Uruk-Hai. The Ainur went to war against Melkor and he was chained up, for over a thousand years. The elves that did leave ended up in Valinor. They lived there in peace until Melkor was released and destroyed the Two Trees of Valinor- Laurelin the Gold and Telperion the Silver- which replaced the Two Lamps. The sun and moon were created then. Melkor also killed Finwe, High King of the Noldor elves- and my character's great-grandfather- and started a war. But that's even long before the story begins- it begins when they're still happy. Melkor, a.k.a Lucifer/Satan, is still chained up. Sauron and many other Maiar hadn't yet gone to his side, and Numenor, a.k.a Atlantis, hadn't yet sunk, creating a round world in the cataclysm.

       

Top Left and Right: Melkor/Morgoth, First Dark Lord and Sauron's old boss. Bottom Left: Sauron in his real form. Middle: Saruman, then Curumo before he sets out to Middle-Earth. Right: Gandalf, then Olorin, also before he sets out for Middle-Earth.



The Noldor elves are the smartest, most talented bunch in the elf race. None of them was smarter than Feanor. He was the guy that made the Palantiri/ Seeing Stones that are featured in LOTR, used by Saruman and later Pippin, the Silmarils- the most beautiful, priceless gems in history and invented the elven script that is also seen in the books and movies. He was King Finwe's son and my character- Estela's grandfather. He was the guy with seven kids too- the biggest number the elves could ever achieve with offspring- immortals don't need to breed much do they? All of them boys, Maedhros the Tall- whom fanfiction sites have described as being a Prince Charming/Knight in Shining Armour, Cassanova, romantic love interest or Gary Stu type. He's really popular apparently people go crazy over the idea of him- haha! In this, he isn't a love interest- just my character's father. Maglor "the Mighty Singer"- because he was a famous musician and the best male singer in the world, was the second son, Celegorm "The Fair" the blond dude and the one who had a hasty temper but could speak to animals, Caranthir "The Dark One" who had an even more frightening temper and could terrify the living daylights out of whole orc packs, and Curufin "the Crafty". He was the one who was most like his Daddy and inherited a great deal of his brains- not as renowned as his dad though. He was also the father of Celebrimbor maker of the Rings of Power. Then Feanor's two youngest were the twins- Amrod and Amras. The Fred and George of Tolkien universe, as portrayed by other fanfic writers. One big "happy" family. Feanor only goes AWOL, when his dad was killed and his silmarils stolen.

    


Top: Pregnant Nerdanel and Feanor with their then only four, children. Right: The Seven Sons of Feanor. Bottom: Nerdanel and her young twins.

Now the elves have more than one name- the one given by their father-father-name and their mother- mother-name. They may have a nickname, called "epesse", and if their names ever reach the loremnasters of the Sindar elves- Legolas' people, they give them a Sindarinized name. I actually prefer to call them by their original names, but if it gets too complicated I'll try and sort that out. I'm dropping the idea of Tolkien language, for reasons mentioned above, this won't be set in Middle-Earth, but in the Undying Lands/Valinor/Aman. Estela is called Amatire - as I said, I'm keeping the character. That's her mother-name. Eruvande is her father-name. Estela is the name she's given by the Sindar. In this she's a sweet, fun-loving charming little creature, not yet grim and bitter- the war changed everything- and she's just starting to learn about Melkor- the Big Baddie that did a lot of bad things to elves and tried to stop them from living happily- that her grand-dad did not like his stepmum- what was that even- elves don't marry twice- and that her parents might be keeping a big secret from her. It may feature Sauron- before he turned completely bad- he's still a pain though- Saruman and Gandalf. Galadriel's a cousin, so she'll be there, Elrond and Arwen haven't been born yet, as the elves haven't moved back to Middle-Earth.

So here is a list of characters and what they're called. I'm keeping it limited as I don't want to put in too many words or go around searching for new elvish names too much!

• Finwe- The King
• Miriel Serinde- just Miriel in the story- his first wife and an accomplished weaver. Died not long after the birth of her son.*
• Indis- "The Fair" Second wife of Finwe, niece of Ingwe the High King and King of the Vanyar elves.
• Curufinwe Feanaro/Feanor- called just Feanaro son of Finwe and Miriel, husband of Nerdanel and father to seven sons and many more grandchildren- including the main character. Inventor of the Tengwar script, maker of the Palantiri and Silmarils.
• Nolofinwe/Fingolfin- just Nolofinwe, son of Finwe and Indis. Feanaro's half-brother.
• Findis, daughter of Finwe and Indis. Feanaro's half-sister*
• Arafinwe/ Finarfin- just Arafinwe- youngest son of Finwe and Indis,  Feanaro's half-brother, husband of Earwen and father to Galadriel- as well as three older sons.*
• Irien Lalwen/Irime- Youngest daughter of Finwe and Indis, half-sister to Feanor.*

• Nerdanel- sculptress, wife of Feanaro mother and grandmother to his descendants.
• Nelyafinwe Maitimo/ Maedhros- Eldest son of Feanaro, lore-master and swordsman, father of the main character-Estela. Called Maitimo or "Russandol" meaning, "Copper-top" by relatives for his red hair. Estela calls him "Atar" or "Atto", meaning "Father" and "Daddy".
• Irimawen Eleninear-  "Elen" his wife, granddaughter of the Telerin King, Earwen's niece, mother to Estela. She is called "Amil" or "Amma"- "Mother" or "Mummy".
• Eruvande Amatire/Estela- just Estela, the main character. barely out of her baby days but very precocious. Can be called "Selde", meaning "Daughter" or simply "Little One".
• Canafinwe Macalaure/Maglor- just Macalaure. Second son of Feanaro and best musician and male singer. Husband of Vingarie.
• Vingarie-"Auntie Vingarie"- Macalaure's wife. Telerin by birth and singer and musician.
• Turkafinwe Tyelcormo/Celegorm- Tyelcormo, third son, hunter and athlete. Has a hasty temper.
• Morifnwe Carnistir/Caranthir- Carnistir, fourth son has a harsh temper only when provoked.
• Curufinwe Atarinke/Curufin, - Called "Curvo" fifth son, smith like his father and father of Telperinqar.
• Telperinqar/Celebrimbor- "Telpe" son of Curvo and future maker of the Rings of Power.
• Nityafinwe and Telufinwe/Ambarussa- called Ambarussa if together or just Nityo and Telu, the youngest twin sons of Feanaro.

Others:
Nolofinwe's family.

• Anaire- Nolofinwe's wife.
• Findekano/Fingon- Findekano son of Nolofinwe and Anaire, Maitimo's closest friend.
• Turukano/Turgon and Elenwe. Turkano is Nolofinwe's second son and his Vanyarin wife Elenwe.*
• Itarille/Idril- Itarille, their daughter.*
• Irisse/Aredhel- called only Irisse, daughter of Nolofinwe and Anaire, friend of Feanaro's family.
• Arakano/Argon- Youngest son.*

Arafinwe's family-

• Earwen, his wife, daughter of Olwe, the Telerin King, mother to Galadriel- then Artanis, aunt to    Eleninear- her brother's daughter and Maitimo's wife.*
• Finderato/Finrod- "Daro" eldest son of Arafinwe
• Amarie- his fiancée.
• Angarato- "Rato" his second son.*
• Aikanar/Aegnor- Aikanar, the third son.*
• Artanis Nerwen/Galadriel- Artanis is the youngest and only girl. Cousin to Maitimo and Eleninear on either side.

                                                                                                            
Others:

• Ingwe- High King, Vanyarin king and uncle to Indis*
• Olwe- Telerin King, father to Earwen and Arcalimar. *
• Arcalimar- Eleninear's father, Earwen's brother, Estela's maternal grandfather.
• Curumo/Saruman- Curumo is a maia.
• Olorin/Gandalf- Another maia, called Olorin
• Mairon/Sauron- Later renamed Sauron, before he went bad- a maia but a pain even then.
• Melkor/Morgoth- Then Melkor, First Dark Lord, currently imprisoned.**
• Alarcaniel- A maia, friend of Olorin/Gandalf.
• Ilwion- Another maia and friend of Olorin
• Maltariel- a young Vanyarin princess, Ingwe's grandchild and member of Estela's "acting troupe."

  *- only mentioned. Might be there for some gatherings, but not picked out to be a character. Unless it's Miriel- she's dead.
** Constantly mentioned, never present, but may appear in dreams and visions.
Of course Feanaro's other sons have wives and kids of their own, and maybe some of his nephews, but they won't be named, 'cos there is a word limit and I don't know enough elvish names!

So, my main character- that's Estela- is, as I said, barely out of her baby days. However, don't be to surprised if she acts all smart- like she's very precocious in language, tone, and senses inside her head. Tolkien wrote about that. Elves are born a year after they have been conceived, not nine months. Their conception- begetting day- is celebrated instead of their birth. They reach their full adult height- and come of age- at fifty. Physical maturity has already set in by the time they are one century old. However their minds mature much faster. By the time they are one, they can already speak, walk and even dance flawlessly.



 


    
Top Left: Varda, queen of the Ainur and Queen of Stars. Right, Nerdanel, reading her two youngest a story. Above: Ungoliant, mother of Shelob sucking the life out of the Two Trees- under Melkor's direction. Bottom: Manwe and Varda, king and queen of the Ainur, beneath the Two Trees, on Erzellohar, over-looking Valmar in Valinor. 

Hope you enjoy this. Please be kind!

                        
                                                    

                                      
Top: The Two Trees. Bottom: Ships arriving to Valinor.