Ireth
Myth Weaver
My latest WIP is a Silmarillion fanfic taking place during the decline of Numenor. It begins with Mandos meeting the soul of the first person to be sacrificed to Melkor by the cult which Sauron leads, and mainly follows two threads: 1. Mandos and his kin deciding to get their act together and put a stop to this; 2. The family of the victim dealing with her death and preparing to leave (along with the rest of the Faithful) before anyone else is killed. The threads interweave when a few of the Valar take human form and appear in Numenor to stop Sauron and aid the Faithful.
Much of the intended humor in the story comes from the Valar not quite understanding how to be human/how flesh and blood bodies work, leading to their surprise at things like stubbed toes and jostled funny bones being met with (for example) a deadpan "don't do that, it hurts." But I'm not sure this wouldn't seem horribly misplaced, given the dark subject matter and the fact that the primary human characters are mostly grieving family, and all of this happens within a day or two of the murder. I do give the actual grief the attention it deserves, which only makes the idea of humorous moments for the sake of levity more needed and yet more potentially awkward. I have seen authors do this well (looking at you, Sir Terry), but I don't want to try and mimic someone else's style too much. Halp?
Much of the intended humor in the story comes from the Valar not quite understanding how to be human/how flesh and blood bodies work, leading to their surprise at things like stubbed toes and jostled funny bones being met with (for example) a deadpan "don't do that, it hurts." But I'm not sure this wouldn't seem horribly misplaced, given the dark subject matter and the fact that the primary human characters are mostly grieving family, and all of this happens within a day or two of the murder. I do give the actual grief the attention it deserves, which only makes the idea of humorous moments for the sake of levity more needed and yet more potentially awkward. I have seen authors do this well (looking at you, Sir Terry), but I don't want to try and mimic someone else's style too much. Halp?