The Needlehole Mysteries

here's the character brake down I talked about, I also have one for mrs Figg, queen Tin and Amarië.. but i don't know yet.. have to work a bit more on their looks, and mrs Figgs hair.. I can't get it just right yet..

Spoiler:

hope you guys can read my handwriting.. it's a bit .. artistic some places, morphing to letters together.. and yeah.

Gay t-shirt.

It looks great, Nora. If I could draw worth a damn I'd give it a shot, but as it is I'm very grateful to you for making so many cool illustrations.

yeah those are great.

gay T-shirt? crikey!

gay t-shirt? what about them nicely plucked eyebrows, Eldo ;D

and, I finally found a Sherlock gif that could speak on my behalf. For all the positiv comments of my illustrations and attempt on justifying them and whatever.

Ooo, missed some post here I see! Gay t-shirt. *thumbs up*

Also, I did write a bit for the our Fjordian fest fan fiction, but it didn't hang together well, so I won't post it yet. It is an ending piece though, unless Norc pretends it isn't and keeps writing.

How are YOU getting along, Eldo? You might be spoiling the story a bit by posting stuff and mentioning people in a story that takes place AFTER this one. Not that I am complaining. And I love how our little fanfic has been partially incorporated into the real thing. XD

When I had started the third story in here I wanted it to wrap up the story for Eldo, Ringo, and Nora so it was intended to be quite final. It was also getting darker and less fun to write. I figured that Nora's birthday story follows after an alternate ending to the Mister Figg story where they could keep solving mysteries instead of getting sucked up into bigger political issues. Don't worry about spoilers though, Nora's birthday story isn't giving away the ending to this one.

I'll come back and finish this story one day since I don't like to leave it unfinished, but I can't promise when. I was also thinking about trying to write a Needlehole Christmas special to post over the holidays. I have to get through finals before thinking too much about future writing projects, though.

weeee!! that sound awesome!

Do you mean the Fjordian fest fanfic, the story in this thread, or the Christmas special idea?

My bet is on the Christmas special.

Going AU in your own universe! Far out, man!

Eldorion wrote:Do you mean the Fjordian fest fanfic, the story in this thread, or the Christmas special idea?

all of the above.

(Ok, thought of something else. Guess they are not going home just yet.)

Quietly moving away from the wannabe Viking Scotshobbit, Nora felt a cautious tap on her shoulder. Turning around she suddenly found herself surrounded by a number of wide eyed hobbits. The tap seemed to have come from a young man, who apparently had been appointed spokeshobbit for the group. He was stuttering and looked very nervous. "Um, excuse me miss... We don't want to bother you but... um... we were wondering... if... in Fjordlandia that is... is it really true that there are trolls roaming the streets at night?"

Glancing around she spotted Ringo standing at a safe distance grinning wide like an insane bear, answering the question why the hobbits suddenly had gathered around her. Quietly promising him all sorts of evil and cruel retributions, she opened her mouth trying to think of a good reply. She didn't get further than "Well...." before the rest of the group exploded with questions, talking fast and eagerly all at once. As she caught the question "Are the northern lights reindeer farts?" being asked in all sincerity, she had to laugh and she gave in.

"All right then, gather around. One question at the time."
She looked back at Ringo to give him the Glare-of-Impending-Doom, only to find he was busy giving Amarie the Eyebrow-of-Flirtatiousness. Eru have mercy, that man would flirt with a lamp post if he thought it would wink back.

Shuddering slightly at that sight she returned to the less nauseating question of reindeer farts and their uses.

I knew it was Raindeer farts, its obvious really.

omg, brilliant! how can i follow up on that

Amaringo? I was not expecting that.

Amaringo, amaringo... Well, that's up to Norc. I was just thinking they were having a laugh. It certainly is the coolest ship name, but I can't help feel it would too twisted to float.

oh... I got an idea hehehhe....he... he... wow.. should I do it? it may be.. naah... wait and see

Oookey... bleach eye wash - check! Boiling water so I can steam clean my brain afterwards - check. Ok, I'm ready!

This song doesn't have much to do with this thread, but the title makes me smile: My Ship Isn't Pretty!
(And I do love Kings of Convenience.)
(Edit: Though it could be slightly related to Eldo and (the) Herring(s) being separated by the sea.)


Also, a quick google image search of Amaringo gives this:



"Peruvian artist Pablo Amaringo created fantastic, spiritual artworks. All of his images came to him from the influence of the ayahuasca, a psychoactive drink that leads to psychedelic trances."

"All right then, gather around. One question at the time."
She looked back at Ringo to give him the Glare-of-Impending-Doom, only to find he was busy giving Amarie the Eyebrow-of-Flirtatiousness. Eru have mercy, that man would flirt with a lamp post if he thought it would wink back.

Shuddering slightly at that sight she returned to the less nauseating question of reindeer farts and their uses.

Nora had just merely convinced the eager hobbits that polar bears indeed roamed the streets and that trolls were absolutely a force of nature to be reckoned with, when she noticed her friend was no longer to be seen. That bastard, she thought, abandoning her like that, he could at least suffer with her or loath about his evil trick.
“now, that is all for now. Go ask the ambassador or Sgt Ringo Herring if you have any more question. I really could need something to drink.”
“Where’s the ambassador?” one of the hobbit lads asked. Yes, where indeed.
Nora went back to the food and drink table. It was a safe spot as it looked like she was really busy eating/drinking. Petty had dozed off under the table cloth and quite disgusted the agent adjusted his kilt slightly. Some kindness was still left in this world, she thought. Suddenly she heard some rambling in the kitchen and soon after the kitchen door was pushed forcefully open. Out came Ringo running, his shirt ripped open presenting his manly chest in all its glory, while desperately trying to pull his pants over his buttocks.
“Ringo, what the hell?” Agent Nora was stuck between bewildered amusement and actual concern.
“Shut it, just go” He shoved her away towards the back door as they heard Amarië’s voice calling for the sergeant. “Ringo” a little laugh escaped Nora’s lips-
“For the love of God, Nora, run!”
When they finally caught their breaths back in safety behind an fjordian outhouse and Ringo had tried a desperate attempt at buttoning his vest, which missed a couple of buttons, Nora said carefully:
“so… A little more than you bargained for?” Ringo blushed, something she didn’t think he acutally could.
“oh shut up” he said quietly as he rubbed a particularly sore spot on his chest. A bare patch between the curls. Nora didn’t want to know, so she didn’t ask about that.
“let’s just agree to never talk about this ever again.” Nora wanted to say something witty but the grave look on Ringo’s face stopped her. She just nodded seriously (while internally promising to never ever forget this).
“oh, and don’t tell Eldo.”
“aye..”

I had so much fun with that, I just hope it translated well onto the page

oh my God. You give me one smiley (and I don't even know what it's supposed to mean) for that! seriously!