the dancing dwarf


On a Bright Cloud of Music, Shall We Fly?

Cadash: “Make sure you save at least one dance for me.”
“All of them.“

“There’s still some time left … Lady Cadash, may I have this dance?”
“I’d like that.”

“I didn’t know you danced.”
“I did once, in another life.”


A Poetry Analysis of The Deeper Well

Hello! I don’t have a blog dedicated to Sherlock, so I wanted to submit this to someone who does. Hope you don’t mind. Firstly, I want to say that this is the first meta I’ve ever written, so apologies if this isn’t as beautifully done as most of them are. Anyway, I wanted to write this because there’s just something that really stood out to me in that whole Dale Pike thing; the poem for another fandom that he has written, that apparently isn’t about Sherlock. (I’m going to be calling this person him, assuming that I’m talking about Mark, although it could be both him and Steven, or someone completely different.) Also, I feel like I need to have a disclaimer, that reading and analyzing fiction is always subjective and this is just my personal interpretation of this poem and not the truth. So, feel free to disagree with me.

 So now, onto the poem.

“Some things are best expressed in really bad poetry, squirrelled away on fan-fiction sites.” The name of the poem, to me, seems like a reference to the deep waters constantly mentioned in Series 4, or the well that John was in. (I also remember someone calling the well a metaphor for John being shot and slowly bleeding out.) As for the bad poetry part, Mark’s making that warning because he’s trying to make this look like an amateur wrote this, so it has to be kind of cliché and badly punctuated.

 “sleepwalking steps / through the woods at night / strange and lovely” The narrator is half-asleep in a forest at night but thinks that it’s beautiful. The first thing that stood out to me with how this whole poem is how it’s written. It doesn’t sound the same as the other poem Mark wrote, but he did warn us that this is going to be bad poetry. A lot of the times when amateurs write poetry they don’t bother with punctuation or upper case letters, because they think it looks aesthetically pleasing, so this seems deliberate to me.

“in clouded light / a glint in the shadows / catches my eyes” While this whole poem upon first look seems to be formatted badly, the words are actually beautiful and seem to me like they are written by someone who has written poetry before. In this case the correct phrasing however would be “catches my eye”, not “eyes”. Might be a deliberate mistake. The narrator in the woods sees something shiny in the dark now.

“you left your trinket here / at the deeper well” We are introduced to the motive of this poem: a trinket. No idea what that is yet though, or whose it is, but right now it’s left in the deeper well. The trinket is shiny, considering its glinting.

“this grand adventure / feels like coming home” To me this sounds like the insane wish fulfillment they have been talking about. This whole show and everything surrounding it (The subtextual narratives, the ARG) are the grand adventure, and this is something they have wanted to do for a long time. The narrator seems to change here, from the person in the woods to the person writing this poem, but that’s just a feeling I have.

“there’s a hole in the world / that goes all the way down / was this always here?” This could be a reference to TFP or possibly the whole of Series 4. The hole is the well, the well is a place to get lost in, or to die in, like in Johns case, and the narrator is questioning whether this trap has always existed. It’s also questioning whether Redbeard and Eurus etc. exist or not.

“feels like / we ought to have known.” Now the narrative includes us fans too, since the narrator is using the word us, instead of me, as opposed to the first verse. We, as in the fans and the makers of the show, should’ve guessed that getting the ending we want wasn’t going to be easy and straight-forward.

“I turned around / I stumbled away / such fragile things vanish / in the light of day” The real nature of their relationship couldn’t have seen the light of day back in the Victorian times, it could only exist at night, in the darkness. Possibly about TPLoSH too, because the story was going there, but then turned around, because the story still wasn’t ready to be told.

“it’s like that fairytale / that childhood friend” Victor Trevor in TFP? Or the Redbeard and Eurus being a fairytale? A reoccurring theme from the show, a fairytale being mentioned.

“you think you know it by heart / until you read it again” For the casual fans who call themselves hardcore fans and even know and are very familiar with the original stories, but still have managed to miss or to ignore the true nature of their relationship and the actual main motive of the stories completely. After the insane wish fulfillment, a lot of these fans will go back to the original stories and read them in a completely different light.

“the paths are unkempt / arrows flipped; markers pried / one always tells the truth / one always lies” The paths that the show is going to walk are completely new, but I don’t really understand what the arrows and markers mean in this. Is it about the direction the show is going take? The arrows now point to the relationship instead of the mysteries? But are the markers us or something else? The truths and lies, I don’t think I need to cover that, we all know what’s going on there. They lie.

“but I find my way back / awake and breathing fire / your trinket guides me to the deeper well.” The narrator will not get lost in the forest and will find a way back. He’s awake and breathing fire, which obviously reminds me of dragons. The trinket guides him to the well, which I still don’t fully understand because I still don’t know what the trinket is referencing to in this poem. But nonetheless, he goes deeper into the well.

“this grand adventure / feels like coming home” A repetition of a line from before, so this is significant. The grand adventure is like home to you Mark and Steven, we get it. It’s starting to feel fun for me too.

“I stand on the bridge / and look all the way down / was this always here? / feels like / I ought to have known.” Bridges in literature symbolize progress and connections. They are viewed as the only way to reach a destination and a way to overcome obstacles. He’s standing on the bridge, asking whether the possibility to reach the ending the story deserves, was always possible, now that we finally have the bridge. He’s also telling himself that he should’ve always believed that this would happen, and that there would be people making this possible, that including us.

“the wind shifts; I feel the breeze” The East Wind in biblical context symbolizes dispersion of falsities, and it’s finally here. But the wind shifts now. I just for fun I googled what West Wind symbolizes, and apparently West Wind is sometimes considered an agent for change.

“I see the forest, I see the trees” He sees the obstacles, but he’s also understanding them for what they are, as opposed to the saying that you can’t see the forest from the trees. He sees the real thing.

“I can’t find you, but it’s alright / stars are out / and / the moon is bright.”  The narrator here in the last verse is back to being the person who was in the forest in the beginning. He’s fine with the darkness of the forest, because he can still see the stars and the moon.

“my path is narrow / but laid in stone / I leave your trinket here / and I take my own.” His path is niche but sturdy and reliable, laid in stone. Probably to do with the amount of the people who understand the stories. The trinket of someone else’s owning he found in the beginning is left here, and he takes his own instead. I don’t know if what he takes is another trinket of his own, or something completely else. To be quite honest I don’t really understand this trinket motive at all, but I think it’s all very interesting.

Why Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The Labyrinth?

I don’t know the answer for this. I’ve never seen Buffy, but I did some googling for this. Buffy is the main character of the story (obviously) and Spike, or William Pratt as is his real name in the stories, is the main villain. According to Wikipedia “Spike was supposed to be dirty and evil, punk rock, and then dead.” I don’t really get much more from the Wikipedia page other than the same first name as Sherlock, and I can’t be bothered to read it all, so if someone knows more about the series, feel free to add. Oh, and Spike is a vampire.

Also for Labyrinth, though I have seen it when I was little, I can’t really say anything about it. I barely even remember the plot other that it’s about teenage girl whose baby brother gets kidnapped by this weird stranger and she ends up in a weird magical world where nothing makes sense. Also, I remember it having a lot of dancing dwarfs and David Bowie in a magnificent blonde wig. I did find a little interesting detail on the Wikipedia page though: “The New York Times reported that Labyrinth had a budget of $25 million. The film was a box office disappointment, grossing $12.9 million during its U.S. theatrical run.” But I know that after it’s released it has slowly claimed a cult following, becoming something of a classic to a certain audience.

That’s it, bye and thanks for reading!


Omg, thanks so much for taking the time to do all this, amazing! And for ‘the grand adventure’ line, we also have in “The One Word Test” a subtle reference to The Princess Bride being “an unforgettable adventure” here. 

I also find it very interesting that “””Dale Pike”””” is also a poet. ;)

A Matter Of Difference - Part 4

Characters: Fili x Reader.

Summary: The course of true love never did run smooth but after saving the line of Durin have you secured your happy ending?

Word Count:  2654 words

A/N: I wasn’t going to post this until early next week but here it is anyways.  This part has the elements that was the spark that set this whole fic in motion! I hope that you enjoy it and, as always, I welcome your feedback x

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Originally posted by lackeyson

Tauriel was tending to Kili when Fili’s cry rang through the air causing them both to look over and see you fall.  At once the elf was on her feet running towards the scene.  For Fili it had felt as if everything had gone into slow motion.  He could see your blade up to defend yourself as Azog sank a knife blade deep into you.  He was sprinting to your side, not caring if he was putting himself in danger, he had to get to you.  Laying on the cold ground, your eyes closed, the hilt of the knife sticking out of your abdomen he wrapped you in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he whispered over and over into your hair, “No, no, no, no, no,” Your body was limp in his embrace and it was only when Thorin tried to pull him away did he look up.  Tauriel was knelt over you, examining the wound.  

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