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,” Boromir said with a smirk, raising his hand. “Strange thoughts enter the minds of men in such places as these. I am for Aragorn here. Your name is immaterial, compared to the sudden appearance of this anachronism.”
“What’s an anachronism?” Sam asked with a frown.
“A great force sent to trouble our unhappy world, I fear,” Aragorn said gravely, resting one hand on the post of the flashing sign. “Often have I travelled in the Wilds, and never have I seen such a thing.”
“We draw now close to the Golden Wood,” Gimli commented, looking up at the sign. “Sorcery lies within this forest.”
“Why does it say ‘Welcome to Middle-Earth!’, though?” the Ringbearer asked, fidgeting slightly. “Haven’t we been in Middle-Earth since the day we were born?”
I raised a finger to my lips, and stepped, cat-quiet, towards the prone figure underneath the sign. Unslinging my bow from my back, I squatted down next to the dark shape coiled in the long grass, and poked it gingerly.
It didn’t move.
I poked it again, harder.
It still didn’t move.
“It’s… a girl?” Frodo murmured, drawing closer. Well, you have to let hobbits state the obvious sometimes. Otherwise, they might implode.
I poked it – her? – again, brow creasing into a frown of pure curiosity. Never, in all my years, had I seen something like this.
At that fairy came and hit me with his wand like I said and there were lots of letters all the same-y and then I landed here and I was tired so I went to sleep but omigosh this isn’t my room and then you came along and…”
I blinked, my eyes sliding sideways to Aragorn, who shrugged almost imperceptibly
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Purple Cat
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say that you could move into Bag End?’ Pippin asked, puffing at his pipe and blowing a smoke ring.
‘He did, but I’m not quite sure if I should move in, if you take my meaning.’ Sam said looking at the ground.
‘No we don’t.’ Merry and Pippin said in unison.
‘Well I mean, I kind of feel like if I moved into bag End I would be placing myself in Mr Frodo’s belongings; with all his furniture and such. I know he said that I can have it but I’m not sure if I should take up the offering.’
The next day Sam got up early to check on Rosie and Rose. He opened the door and Rosie was playing with her new baby. Sam sat on the bed and inside. He found a vase for it and put it on Rosie’s bed side table. He kissed her head and closed the door.~--*--~Frodo was now starting to get used to life in Valinor, though everything still seemed a bit strange. He had tried to keep track of the days but he soon gave that up when it proved too hard. Elrond did vow to him that he could keep track of when the Shire New Year was.Frodo wasn’t all happy to sleep in a house, either. Though the elves had built it to make it look like Bag End as much as they could, with a green door and round windows, it still didn’t feel like home.The house was small but it was two stories. Frodo had taken kissed Rosie’s forehead. ‘Oh Sam, She’s beautiful!’ Rosie said.
Elanor and Frodo were playing with their new sibling on the bed when Sam returned with some milk. ‘The doctor told me to keep your fluids up.’ Sam said. He helped Rosie sit up and he helped her drink. She was feeling much better with a lot of her strength returned but Sam still felt the need to dote on her.
Later that day, while Rosie was asleep, Sam was just outside her window weeding the garden underneath. He came across a flower that was yellow and pink. A Deledrium* he thought it was; a rare type of rose. He picked it carefully and went it upon himself to take everything down from the top story and move everything into the lower level. This took several days but He was happy to have found that the sleeping arrangements had been made down stairs. ‘Gandalf probably told them that.’ Frodo told himself.
say that you could move into Bag End?’ Pippin asked, puffing at his pipe and blowing a smoke ring.
‘He did, but I’m not quite sure if I should move in, if you take my meaning.’ Sam said looking at the ground.
‘No we don’t.’ Merry and Pippin said in unison.
‘Well I mean, I kind of feel like if I moved into bag End I would be placing myself in Mr Frodo’s belongings; with all his furniture and such. I know he said that I can have it but I’m not sure if I should take up the offering.’
The next day Sam got up early to check on Rosie and Rose. He opened the door and Rosie was playing with her new baby. Sam sat on the bed and inside. He found a vase for it and put it on Rosie’s bed side table. He kissed her head and closed the door.~--*--~Frodo was now starting to get used to life in Valinor, though everything still seemed a bit strange. He had tried to keep track of the days but he soon gave that up when it proved too hard. Elrond did vow to him that he could keep track of when the Shire New Year was.Frodo wasn’t all happy to sleep in a house, either. Though the elves had built it to make it look like Bag End as much as they could, with a green door and round windows, it still didn’t feel like home.The house was small but it was two stories. Frodo had taken kissed Rosie’s forehead. ‘Oh Sam, She’s beautiful!’ Rosie said.
Elanor and Frodo were playing with their new sibling on the bed when Sam returned with some milk. ‘The doctor told me to keep your fluids up.’ Sam said. He helped Rosie sit up and he helped her drink. She was feeling much better with a lot of her strength returned but Sam still felt the need to dote on her.
Later that day, while Rosie was asleep, Sam was just outside her window weeding the garden underneath. He came across a flower that was yellow and pink. A Deledrium* he thought it was; a rare type of rose. He picked it carefully and went it upon himself to take everything down from the top story and move everything into the lower level. This took several days but He was happy to have found that the sleeping arrangements had been made down stairs. ‘Gandalf probably told them that.’ Frodo told himself.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano Dance Me To The End Of Love
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wife, who merely shook her head at him. Then, as though coming to an unspoken decision, they both turned to the amused queen.
“All right, Lindariel,” Elrond said in a tone that brooked no argument, “enough of this. You’ve not been yourself since you came here. What is wrong? And do not bother denying it,” as the elleth shook her head. “I believe I know where Legolas gets his stubbornness. Something troubles you. What is it?”
There was a very long pause. Then Lindariel bowed her head.
“I grieve for my son,” she said quietly.
Elrond looked startled, but CelebrÃan seemed to understand; she waved her husband to silence when he opened his mouth to ask for an explanation.
“It cannot be easy,” the Lady of Imladris said gently. “He is young – even younger than Arwen, and the Valar know I have a difficult enough time believing that she is grown up.”
“He is barely five hundred,” Lindariel said hoarsely. “He should be carefree, fooling around with his friends, wooing maidens, all the things young ellyn di“I cannot say that,” the Elven-queen whispered. “Sauron was not utterly destroyed; you know this.” She glanced at the ring on Elrond’s finger. “We have nothing to protect Eryn Galen save the strength of our warriors; the enemy is swift and stealthy, and we maintain our vigilance against the day of his return. We dare not let down our guard. What kind of queen would I be if I asked Legolas not to do his duty to the realm? It only grieves me that the duty is so hard.”“Yet he finds peace here, in the company of his friends,” d before these darker days came. Instead he bears the burden of being Thranduil’s heir… He is the most skillful archer in Eryn Galen, Thorontur tells me. Of course I am proud of him, but I wish he had not seen so much battle already. I had hoped that with Sauron defeated he would live in a happier world.”
“Lindariel,” Elrond murmured, “we are in a time of relative peace. If you feel Legolas should not be a warrior yet –”CelebrÃan said, glancing out the window again. “And I see in Imladris the same young Elf I knew two hundred years ago, when he had no cares at all.”
“I know,” Lindariel replied. “I cannot express my gratitude to –”
wife, who merely shook her head at him. Then, as though coming to an unspoken decision, they both turned to the amused queen.
“All right, Lindariel,” Elrond said in a tone that brooked no argument, “enough of this. You’ve not been yourself since you came here. What is wrong? And do not bother denying it,” as the elleth shook her head. “I believe I know where Legolas gets his stubbornness. Something troubles you. What is it?”
There was a very long pause. Then Lindariel bowed her head.
“I grieve for my son,” she said quietly.
Elrond looked startled, but CelebrÃan seemed to understand; she waved her husband to silence when he opened his mouth to ask for an explanation.
“It cannot be easy,” the Lady of Imladris said gently. “He is young – even younger than Arwen, and the Valar know I have a difficult enough time believing that she is grown up.”
“He is barely five hundred,” Lindariel said hoarsely. “He should be carefree, fooling around with his friends, wooing maidens, all the things young ellyn di“I cannot say that,” the Elven-queen whispered. “Sauron was not utterly destroyed; you know this.” She glanced at the ring on Elrond’s finger. “We have nothing to protect Eryn Galen save the strength of our warriors; the enemy is swift and stealthy, and we maintain our vigilance against the day of his return. We dare not let down our guard. What kind of queen would I be if I asked Legolas not to do his duty to the realm? It only grieves me that the duty is so hard.”“Yet he finds peace here, in the company of his friends,” d before these darker days came. Instead he bears the burden of being Thranduil’s heir… He is the most skillful archer in Eryn Galen, Thorontur tells me. Of course I am proud of him, but I wish he had not seen so much battle already. I had hoped that with Sauron defeated he would live in a happier world.”
“Lindariel,” Elrond murmured, “we are in a time of relative peace. If you feel Legolas should not be a warrior yet –”CelebrÃan said, glancing out the window again. “And I see in Imladris the same young Elf I knew two hundred years ago, when he had no cares at all.”
“I know,” Lindariel replied. “I cannot express my gratitude to –”
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he paid no heed. He was in a void, no one but him was there. It was dark and lonely. Full of pain, disappointment and dread.as fast as he could. He needed to leave Moria; he needed to escape the pain.As soon as he stepped out of Moria all grief had Left him, he knew he was now the one leading everyone to Mordor. He could not let the fellowship see weakness. He needed to be the strong one, for them.Legolas walked across the rocks, emotions washed over him like a wave. Each one stronger than the one before. His arm around his waste in a protective embrace and his eyes filled with tears. The emotions were alien to him. He had never lost some one who he cared about so much.“LEGOLAS GET THEM UP” shouted Aragorn as he set
Legolas grabbed Aragorn’s arm, he tugged at the ranger. He did not feel the arrow that pierced his side, nor did pay any attention to it. He broke the shaft of the arrow and continued to tug at his friend.
“Aragorn, come. We must leave now” said Legolas as he finally got a reaction from his friend.
Aragorn ran up the stairs his eyes upon his weeping friend.
“Give them a moment for pity sake” asked begged Boromir as he looked at Aragorn angrily.
“By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs” replied Aragorn “We must reach the woods of Lothlorien” he said as he sheathed his sword.
~o~
he paid no heed. He was in a void, no one but him was there. It was dark and lonely. Full of pain, disappointment and dread.as fast as he could. He needed to leave Moria; he needed to escape the pain.As soon as he stepped out of Moria all grief had Left him, he knew he was now the one leading everyone to Mordor. He could not let the fellowship see weakness. He needed to be the strong one, for them.Legolas walked across the rocks, emotions washed over him like a wave. Each one stronger than the one before. His arm around his waste in a protective embrace and his eyes filled with tears. The emotions were alien to him. He had never lost some one who he cared about so much.“LEGOLAS GET THEM UP” shouted Aragorn as he set
Legolas grabbed Aragorn’s arm, he tugged at the ranger. He did not feel the arrow that pierced his side, nor did pay any attention to it. He broke the shaft of the arrow and continued to tug at his friend.
“Aragorn, come. We must leave now” said Legolas as he finally got a reaction from his friend.
Aragorn ran up the stairs his eyes upon his weeping friend.
“Give them a moment for pity sake” asked begged Boromir as he looked at Aragorn angrily.
“By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs” replied Aragorn “We must reach the woods of Lothlorien” he said as he sheathed his sword.
~o~
Monday, May 11, 2009
Jack Vettriano Baby Bye Bye II
Jack Vettriano Baby Bye Bye IIJack Vettriano At Last my LovelyJack Vettriano Artist and ModelJack Vettriano Angelvcourse, the look on Almira’s face when she was told what she was eating was actually rabbit also helped to make my dining experience a little more pleasant. She was harmless, but so stupid. What did she think we were eating? It’s not like there was a Wal-Mart nearby where you could go pick up a nice rotisserie chicken. Plus, I mean the meat was still "Well. Let’s see. I just fell through some weird light-vortex thing, landing in a world that shouldn’t exist with a vapid, egotistical, wannabe-princess, was almost killed and have absolutely no camping supplies. Otherwise, I’m fantastic."The poor elf looked kind of stunned. I sighed, that might have come out a little too sarcastic."I’m sorry. It seems like I’m always snapping at you. It’s just been a rough day. Not to mention the pain in my shoulder is kind of setting me on edge," I said, giving him an apologetic smile.He smiled back. "I can’t do much about you ending up here or your traveling companion. But I can help with the pain and your lack of traveling supplies.""Really?" I asked."Yes, just hold on a moment." He got up and walked over to what I assumed to be his traveling gear, pulled a few things out, then walked back. "Here," he said, while handing me a blanket and a mat, "it’s not much, but it should keep you warm."in general bunny shape when it was being cooked on the spit. Glorfindel must have noticed my smirk from across the campfire, because he raised an eyebrow in response. I just smiled and pointed to the meat in my hands. He nodded and gave a quiet laugh. It looked as though he was about to say something when Faelon walked up and sat next to me.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello," I replied. I have to admit he caught me a little off guard. I wasn’t expecting anyone to really want to talk to us, seeing as they probably all figured we were crazy. But if he wanted to, I wasn’t going to stop him. Camping is extremely boring if most of your companions aren’t talking to you.
"How are you?" he asked. For some odd reason that question struck a nerve.
"Thanks. But I can’t accept this if it is your only blanket."
"Hello," he said.
"Hello," I replied. I have to admit he caught me a little off guard. I wasn’t expecting anyone to really want to talk to us, seeing as they probably all figured we were crazy. But if he wanted to, I wasn’t going to stop him. Camping is extremely boring if most of your companions aren’t talking to you.
"How are you?" he asked. For some odd reason that question struck a nerve.
"Thanks. But I can’t accept this if it is your only blanket."
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mounted his horse and moved to the front of the group, while we were placed in the middle so as to make sure we were properly guarded in case we decided to try anything. Not likely, seeing as I valued my life and sincerely doubted I could actually harm any one of the elves guarding me. It would have been more like me making a fool of myself resulting in my death.
Seeing as none of my captors were interested in talking to possible servants of the Dark Lord, I had a lot of time to myself to try and figure how exactly I could speak Elvish. I only had one really plausible theory and that was the Mary-Sue Factor. Upon entering Middle-Earth and my subsequent change of species, I conveniently gained all the necessary knowledge to c I began but stopped when I caught sight of what had caused my being thrown to the ground. An arrow, one I assumed was an Orc arrow due to the black fletching was lodged in a tree next to where I had been standing. The wonderful reflexes of my Elven companion had just saved me from being skewered. Never had I been so happy to have been captured by Elves as right then.But before I had a chance to thank my Elven savior I was picked up and thrown against said tree, along with Almira, while the Elves pulled out their weapons and prepared to face the approaching Orcs.As I watched them I realized one very important detail:ommunicate. Because, Heaven forbid Mary-Sue would have to do work and learn a language. But how many languages and to what extent I knew them was still a mystery to me. Concerning my earlier conversation with Glorfindel, I was pretty sure I was speaking Elvish because that’s what he was speaking. This proved my theory correct because I did it without thinking. This train of thought only served to depress me because it once again made it all too clear I was really trapped in Middle-Earth. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon how you look at it) I didn’t have too much of a chance to dwell on it because at that moment I was roughly thrown to the ground.
“Hey, what the-,” my hands were still bound. “Hey, hey! Untie me!” I cried.
One of the Elves turned to me. “Be quiet,” he hissed. “We will look after you
mounted his horse and moved to the front of the group, while we were placed in the middle so as to make sure we were properly guarded in case we decided to try anything. Not likely, seeing as I valued my life and sincerely doubted I could actually harm any one of the elves guarding me. It would have been more like me making a fool of myself resulting in my death.
Seeing as none of my captors were interested in talking to possible servants of the Dark Lord, I had a lot of time to myself to try and figure how exactly I could speak Elvish. I only had one really plausible theory and that was the Mary-Sue Factor. Upon entering Middle-Earth and my subsequent change of species, I conveniently gained all the necessary knowledge to c I began but stopped when I caught sight of what had caused my being thrown to the ground. An arrow, one I assumed was an Orc arrow due to the black fletching was lodged in a tree next to where I had been standing. The wonderful reflexes of my Elven companion had just saved me from being skewered. Never had I been so happy to have been captured by Elves as right then.But before I had a chance to thank my Elven savior I was picked up and thrown against said tree, along with Almira, while the Elves pulled out their weapons and prepared to face the approaching Orcs.As I watched them I realized one very important detail:ommunicate. Because, Heaven forbid Mary-Sue would have to do work and learn a language. But how many languages and to what extent I knew them was still a mystery to me. Concerning my earlier conversation with Glorfindel, I was pretty sure I was speaking Elvish because that’s what he was speaking. This proved my theory correct because I did it without thinking. This train of thought only served to depress me because it once again made it all too clear I was really trapped in Middle-Earth. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon how you look at it) I didn’t have too much of a chance to dwell on it because at that moment I was roughly thrown to the ground.
“Hey, what the-,” my hands were still bound. “Hey, hey! Untie me!” I cried.
One of the Elves turned to me. “Be quiet,” he hissed. “We will look after you
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jack Vettriano pincer Movement
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that it was common courtesy not to call a stranger by any names until the other person revealed his name? Of course, Aragorn was not about to reveal his true name to anyone. “Secondly, I never said I was ‘French’.” Whatever that meant.
“No, no!” said Logan. “ ‘Okay’ is an expression! It means ‘fine’ or ‘all right’ or whatever the equivalent is in Fre...British.” Wait, didn’t the British speak English too? Maybe Strider was —Logan looked the man up and down in an attempt to deback into the sheath. The appearance of having a sword usually deterred those who would otherwise harm him. If that didn’t work, well, he would have to trust that Logan truly meant no harm and could be relied upon in emergencies. "I'm staying here tonight, but tomorrow, I'll take you to Bree."It was very wet, and Logan was getting more and more miserable. Damn this bloody French weather. Wasn’t France supposed to be all sunny? He became even less happy when he saw ‘Brie’. He’d imagined a French town to be quaint and picturesque. ‘Ugly’ was the only word he could use to describe this place. It looked like something out of Monty Python. He wrinkled his nose when he caught a whiff of the air. Did everyone in this place have blocked toilets? “This is Brie?” he hissed to his companion.“Yes,” said Strider. “We’re headed for the Prancing Pony. It is an inn.”“The Prancing Pony? That’s an odd French name. termine his ethnicity— Italian. There was no other way he could explain the language barrier which existed between him and this Strider, despite the fact that they were both speaking in fluent English, as far as Logan was concerned. “Oh, never mind. Just take me to Brie, o—all right?”
The more Aragorn observed Logan, the more convinced he became that the man was mad. He even sounded odd. Elrond would be very interested in him indeed. “All right,” he said, picking up the pieces of his sword and sliding them For one, it isn’t even French.”
“I never said it was ‘French’, whatever that means.”
“But we’re in France!”
that it was common courtesy not to call a stranger by any names until the other person revealed his name? Of course, Aragorn was not about to reveal his true name to anyone. “Secondly, I never said I was ‘French’.” Whatever that meant.
“No, no!” said Logan. “ ‘Okay’ is an expression! It means ‘fine’ or ‘all right’ or whatever the equivalent is in Fre...British.” Wait, didn’t the British speak English too? Maybe Strider was —Logan looked the man up and down in an attempt to deback into the sheath. The appearance of having a sword usually deterred those who would otherwise harm him. If that didn’t work, well, he would have to trust that Logan truly meant no harm and could be relied upon in emergencies. "I'm staying here tonight, but tomorrow, I'll take you to Bree."It was very wet, and Logan was getting more and more miserable. Damn this bloody French weather. Wasn’t France supposed to be all sunny? He became even less happy when he saw ‘Brie’. He’d imagined a French town to be quaint and picturesque. ‘Ugly’ was the only word he could use to describe this place. It looked like something out of Monty Python. He wrinkled his nose when he caught a whiff of the air. Did everyone in this place have blocked toilets? “This is Brie?” he hissed to his companion.“Yes,” said Strider. “We’re headed for the Prancing Pony. It is an inn.”“The Prancing Pony? That’s an odd French name. termine his ethnicity— Italian. There was no other way he could explain the language barrier which existed between him and this Strider, despite the fact that they were both speaking in fluent English, as far as Logan was concerned. “Oh, never mind. Just take me to Brie, o—all right?”
The more Aragorn observed Logan, the more convinced he became that the man was mad. He even sounded odd. Elrond would be very interested in him indeed. “All right,” he said, picking up the pieces of his sword and sliding them For one, it isn’t even French.”
“I never said it was ‘French’, whatever that means.”
“But we’re in France!”
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