Playstation 2: LotR- Return of the King

Whheee, fun!

I sat down tonight and played the Paths of the Dead, from the checkpoint, with Aragorn. I beat it on the second try (after how many times of trying last night.)

I beat it all the way through with Legolas on the second try, and all the way through with Gimli on the second try. I'm rather proud of the Gimli effort; Legolas and Aragorn are very similar in playing style-- Gimli is slower to kill and takes more effort and more maneuvering.

Then I tried the King of the Dead once with Aragorn, and failed. So I said "That can wait-- now time for hobbitses!" And so I play Escape From Osgiliath with Sam, and got to the checkpoint on the first try. Then I tried to go farther, and got creamed. So I decided to call it a night, and go to sleep. I don't think you can save on checkpoints though, so I'm leaving the whole thing on pause all night. Worked fine last night.

I think the easiest ones to play are Aragorn and Legolas. Sam has to hit more times to kill an orc, and Gimli takes a lot of jumping backward to give time to attack fiercly. Sam's pretty fast though. I think I'm finally getting the hang of the control arrangement for attacks and stuff, so it's all starting to make sense now, and I'm no longer pushing random buttons in an effort to fell my enemy by enthusiasm alone-- the tactic I use in most fighting games and often chess too. And now I feel an overwhleming urge to qualify that statement with a note that I am not actually a very good chess player.

LOTR/BTVS crossover flashfic. ficlet. thing. very very minor obscure crossover.

(Um...because I felt like writing Legolas?)
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Dead bristles and brown shrubs crunched under their feet. The plant life was littered across the ground, mostly tucked into corneres of rocks or the hollows of a ravine. Those that did not look to hold the colors of poison were wraps in spikes and spines. He turned his head to each point of direction, and saw no tree taller than his shoulders. The sky was empty, lonely, hanging above their heads like a wide blue sea that could crash and drown them at any moment. He almost wished for it-- an end, at least, to the unceasing heat. The belly of even a dragon was not so intense as this, he thought. Crags of rock rose to his left in a low, red range that reached for leagues, and far ahead he saw a phenomenon of land he'd never imagined: It was a mountain with no peak, rising with steep sides but flat as an ocean's horizon, as if the blade of a great warrior had cleaved off its head.

"What is this land?"

The human child, his guide, turned to him.

"The desert," she answered, twirling on the path, arms stretched to the overbearing sky. "Isn't it pretty?"

He looked back to the land, sweat beading on his brow. "My people were always told that deserts are marked by great sand," he said, voice parched but curious.

The little girl laughed at him. Blond locks not unlike his own bounced with each rippling giggle. Without warning she turned and kicked the ground, sending dirt and pebbles skittering into mess of brambles on the edge of the path. A bird broke from the shrub like an arrow and arched upward. Looking back at him, the child gave a smug, satisfied smile, as if she's just proven that fire was hot to touch, or that a stone tossed will drop eventually.

She squinted at him, little fingers blocking little sun. "I'm going to be a fireman when the floods roll back."

When Legolas asked her why she would choose to be such a horrible thing, she laughed again.


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