Subject: The Crossover of Insanity
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Posted on: 2018-11-15 11:50:00 UTC
And I mean really insane. This idea has been floating around in my head for a little while, and I thought the Board might enjoy it.
In which I merge the plots of Aladdin and The Silmarillion to come up with something that (hopefully) makes sense. And if it doesn't, I can just say that was the whole point!
“Father,” said Jasmine, “please! He might be a mortal man, but he is as valiant as any prince of Elves, and I love him more than anyone else in the world!”
Sultan Thingol stared at her without compassion. “Be that as it may,” he said sternly, “I will not marry my daughter to any but an elven prince.”
Aladdin met the Sultan’s eyes, unafraid. “I will return one day as anything you desire me to be. Until then, Jasmine, farewell.”
He bowed respectfully to the Sultan, and then turned and left.
“I am worried about what he may do,” said Queen Melian. “He is half-mad with love.”
“Father, I beg leave to go after him. I will find out his plans and inform you of them.”
Thingol glanced at his wife, who nodded. “Very well,” he said. “I give you ten minutes.”
“Thank you, Father,” said Jasmine, and dashed from the room.
“I am not worried,” Thingol replied, once Jasmine was safely out of earshot. “I am quite sure he will never return.”
Melian shook her head. “He is stronger than you know. His actions may have political repercussions far beyond his own fate.”
“We shall see,” Thingol murmured. “We shall see.”
“Aladdin! Wait!”
Aladdin turned slowly around. “Jasmine? Go back. It is not safe for you to come.”
“I do not ask to come,” Jasmine said, sounding slightly hurt. “I only wish to know what you will do.”
“I will become a prince of Elves, if that is what I must be to win you. I will find one of the legendary Silmarils, said to grant their bearer a wish.”
Jasmine gasped. “But the Silmarils are in the Iron Crown of Morgoth himself! You can’t possibly hope to enter Angband and come out alive!”
“If I do not, I can never hope to convince your father that I am worthy of you.”
“My father! What do you care about him? I do not need his approval for my actions. I am not a child. If he will not give his consent to our marriage, I will come with you and we shall find some place to live together, well away from Doriath.”
“No,” said Aladdin, “I will not take you if I have nothing to give you. I shall return, Jasmine, a prince as your father wishes, and the Silmaril will be your wedding gift.”
“Very well,” Jasmine replied after a pause, “go. But if you do not return – “
“I will,” insisted Aladdin. “Goodbye, Jasmine.”
“Goodbye,” she said softly, and then they turned away from each other.
Plans from here involve more plot-fusion with the sons of Feanor taking on the role of Jafar. And the idea of a Silmaril-genie is just too crazy to lose!