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or what, made that sound? She looked around, relying on her instincts as a Watcher. She could tell it wasn't friendly, but other than that it was a bit hard to pinpoint. Definitly not too much trouble, she decided. She looked in her sack; her father always packed a weapon in her sack. Oh-no, this might be harder than she thought, all her father sent with her, was a sword.
Now, I'm sure you're all saying, 'Wait, a sword was the only answer she got. She realized, immediatly, that there were plenty more than one. She also realized that they were quite fluent with medieval weaponry; it just sort of went with the voice. Nobody laughed that way when they aren't sure of themselves, and sajja would only send the best possible weaponry (of whatever world she went to) with her. That meant that they were better at this than she was, and they had her outnumbered... Drat. How did she get into these situations, again? Oh, right, her fathers the keeper."Come on," she said, forcing herself to look intimidating. "I wouldn't keep me waiting if I were you."Out of the bushes, stepped the ugliest thing Mythri had ever seen. It had beady, little eyes; greyish skin; a nose, that looked like it had been run through a blender; a few disgusting strands is a great weapon!' but that is because you haven't tried to swing one around. They're big and heavy, and you really should get some practice first.
"You might as well come on out," she said, drawing the accursed blade. "I know you're in there."
Some sort of cackling laughterof hair, sticking out from its helmet; and don't even get started on its mouth. It was shorter than her, about four and a half feet, she guessed, bowlegged, slimy, smelly, and
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Twilight Zone
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would rather be left alone if you don’t mind though.’
‘All right then lad, but please, do not hesitate if you want anything.’ He kissed Frodo’s forehead and left the room, closing the door forming in his eyes and he moved closer to Rosie who snuggled her head into his chest. ‘Are you all right Sam?’ She had asked in a whisper before falling asleep again.Sam had his arms wrapped around his wife, looking up at the ceiling and trying to get back to sleep. Eventually he did but again he had another bad dream about the Undying Lands.He woke again and decided to get some fresh air outside. The air was cold and it refreshed him. He looked over to Bag End. It was dark and all shut up now. Frodo had said that Sam could move in if he wanted to. Sam felt that it would be intruding on Frodo’s home and belongings and he told himself that he would only ever move into Bag End if he really needed to.Soon he heard the door open and close gently. Rosie had come out and she wrapped her arms around his waist and bent her head onto his shoulder. ‘Are you okay, .
Fresh tears were now pouring out of Frodo’s eyes and sliding down and into his hair. He wiped them away and fell asleep again.
~--*--~
Sam was lying in bed and was thinking about Frodo and all the fun times he had spent with him before the War of the Ring. He had woken up after he dreamt that the ship going to Valinor had sunk and that he would never see Frodo again. This made him quite sad. ‘That would never happen to an elven ship.’ He muttered to himself.
He found that tears wereSam?’
‘Yes I’m all right Miss Rose. It’s just that today would mark the fifth anniversary of
would rather be left alone if you don’t mind though.’
‘All right then lad, but please, do not hesitate if you want anything.’ He kissed Frodo’s forehead and left the room, closing the door forming in his eyes and he moved closer to Rosie who snuggled her head into his chest. ‘Are you all right Sam?’ She had asked in a whisper before falling asleep again.Sam had his arms wrapped around his wife, looking up at the ceiling and trying to get back to sleep. Eventually he did but again he had another bad dream about the Undying Lands.He woke again and decided to get some fresh air outside. The air was cold and it refreshed him. He looked over to Bag End. It was dark and all shut up now. Frodo had said that Sam could move in if he wanted to. Sam felt that it would be intruding on Frodo’s home and belongings and he told himself that he would only ever move into Bag End if he really needed to.Soon he heard the door open and close gently. Rosie had come out and she wrapped her arms around his waist and bent her head onto his shoulder. ‘Are you okay, .
Fresh tears were now pouring out of Frodo’s eyes and sliding down and into his hair. He wiped them away and fell asleep again.
~--*--~
Sam was lying in bed and was thinking about Frodo and all the fun times he had spent with him before the War of the Ring. He had woken up after he dreamt that the ship going to Valinor had sunk and that he would never see Frodo again. This made him quite sad. ‘That would never happen to an elven ship.’ He muttered to himself.
He found that tears wereSam?’
‘Yes I’m all right Miss Rose. It’s just that today would mark the fifth anniversary of
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano Fetish
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“Is Ro anywhere near it?”
Legolas looked at him for a moment before his face broke into a smile. “I will ask the trees to make sure he does not hear our “I do not know why you even bother, Elfling,” Elrohir said. “You never miss.” He set an arrow to his own bow and squinted at the targets that had been set up at the other end of the practice field. “Need they be so far away?”“You can bring yours closer,” Elladan said cheerfully. “If you think you cannot manage this.”“And I am not,” Legolas said, “an Elfling.”“I will not argue with you while you are holding the roach.”Around an hour later, three ellyn were seen returning to the Last Homely House, one of them dripping water as he walked and muttering imprecations about the perfidy of apple trees.Draw. Aim. Release.Thwack.Draw. Aim.bow. You are not an Elfling.” Elrohir waited until Legolas’ attention was on the target and then mouthed to Elladan, “For now.”Elladan suppressed a snicker.“I heard that,” Legolas said calmly.
“Is Ro anywhere near it?”
Legolas looked at him for a moment before his face broke into a smile. “I will ask the trees to make sure he does not hear our “I do not know why you even bother, Elfling,” Elrohir said. “You never miss.” He set an arrow to his own bow and squinted at the targets that had been set up at the other end of the practice field. “Need they be so far away?”“You can bring yours closer,” Elladan said cheerfully. “If you think you cannot manage this.”“And I am not,” Legolas said, “an Elfling.”“I will not argue with you while you are holding the roach.”Around an hour later, three ellyn were seen returning to the Last Homely House, one of them dripping water as he walked and muttering imprecations about the perfidy of apple trees.Draw. Aim. Release.Thwack.Draw. Aim.bow. You are not an Elfling.” Elrohir waited until Legolas’ attention was on the target and then mouthed to Elladan, “For now.”Elladan suppressed a snicker.“I heard that,” Legolas said calmly.
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”
“Not right now. You need to rest.”
“I want to see him.” Said Legolas, his tone more commanding.
“And I said not right now. You are weak Legolas. You must recover your strength!” replied Haldir as he got up and left the room.
Legolas sat in his bed, mixed emotions stood tall and towered over him. He let his eyes drift open and closed. He had no energy to fight tiredness anymore. He knew that nightmares would wake him. Or the guilt he felt would give him restlessness.He heard footsteps heading towards him. He opened his tired lids to see Legolas leant against a tree. He was panting as he struggled towards Aragorn.Aragorn leapt to his feat his feet and swiftly ran to his friend.“Legolas, you should be resting.”“I had to see you”“Here sit down,” said Aragorn as he help Legolas to the groundwashed over him. The determination to see Aragorn and the frustration of his weakness
~o~
Aragorn hat decided to place himself near to the building that Legolas had been taken to. Over the days he had been there he had planed way of trying to get in to see his friend. But he had decided that it wasn’t worth it. Haldir was not someone he wished to get on the wrong side of.
He lent against a tree. It .
Legolas breathing was heavy and raspy. His hands were shaking with utter exhaustion.
“You know Haldir is going to have my head if I don’t get you back!” said Aragorn as he eyed his
”
“Not right now. You need to rest.”
“I want to see him.” Said Legolas, his tone more commanding.
“And I said not right now. You are weak Legolas. You must recover your strength!” replied Haldir as he got up and left the room.
Legolas sat in his bed, mixed emotions stood tall and towered over him. He let his eyes drift open and closed. He had no energy to fight tiredness anymore. He knew that nightmares would wake him. Or the guilt he felt would give him restlessness.He heard footsteps heading towards him. He opened his tired lids to see Legolas leant against a tree. He was panting as he struggled towards Aragorn.Aragorn leapt to his feat his feet and swiftly ran to his friend.“Legolas, you should be resting.”“I had to see you”“Here sit down,” said Aragorn as he help Legolas to the groundwashed over him. The determination to see Aragorn and the frustration of his weakness
~o~
Aragorn hat decided to place himself near to the building that Legolas had been taken to. Over the days he had been there he had planed way of trying to get in to see his friend. But he had decided that it wasn’t worth it. Haldir was not someone he wished to get on the wrong side of.
He lent against a tree. It .
Legolas breathing was heavy and raspy. His hands were shaking with utter exhaustion.
“You know Haldir is going to have my head if I don’t get you back!” said Aragorn as he eyed his
Monday, May 11, 2009
Jack Vettriano A Mutual Understanding
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absolutely no idea. There are no elves in our world. Only humans."
"So how did you know who I was, and where you were, if this place isn’t supposed to exist?"
I sighed; this was the really difficult part. "In our world, Middle-Earth is a fictional place created by a man named J.R.R. Tolkien as a bedtime story for his children. But it became much more. His stories were so popular, people wanted more. So he began to outline the history of Arda. All the major happenings in Middle-Earth from its creation by Eru through the Fourth Age are available to read or study for anyone who wants to do so."
The silence was almost deafening. You could moments, when you want to ask, "So now what?" except you don’t because you’re afraid of the answer, or lack thereof.A few more tense moments passed before Glorfindel spoke in a quiet voice, "I can see now why you were reluctant to speak of it before. Possession of such knowledge is very dangerous. I admit I have a hard time believing what you have just said, yet I can tell you are not lying. There is much I would like to ask you, but this is neither the time nor place for such questions," at this he shot his companions a meaningful glance. "We will discuss this more once we reach Imladris and Lord Elrond has heard your tale. Now we must finish setting up camp and eat. Then we will rest." He turned to his men, who were staring at us with various expressions of confusion and disbelief on their faces, and gave a few short orders to finish organizing the camp and fixing dinner.Not twenty minutes had gone by before dinner was ready, which consisted literally hear crickets chirping (we are still in the woods). It was actually quite comical. I had just managed to stun an entire group of elven warriors into silence. And from the looks of it, I had a feeling that didn’t happen often.
"So you know the future of Middle-Earth and its people?" asked Glorfindel, when he had recovered enough to speak.
"More or less," I said with a shrug.
I didn’t know what else to say. I looked at Almira. She looked about as helpless as I felt. It was one of those horribly awkward of rabbit, berries, and a few grains. For a campfire meal, it was pretty delicious. Of course, the look on Almira’s face when she was told what she was eating
absolutely no idea. There are no elves in our world. Only humans."
"So how did you know who I was, and where you were, if this place isn’t supposed to exist?"
I sighed; this was the really difficult part. "In our world, Middle-Earth is a fictional place created by a man named J.R.R. Tolkien as a bedtime story for his children. But it became much more. His stories were so popular, people wanted more. So he began to outline the history of Arda. All the major happenings in Middle-Earth from its creation by Eru through the Fourth Age are available to read or study for anyone who wants to do so."
The silence was almost deafening. You could moments, when you want to ask, "So now what?" except you don’t because you’re afraid of the answer, or lack thereof.A few more tense moments passed before Glorfindel spoke in a quiet voice, "I can see now why you were reluctant to speak of it before. Possession of such knowledge is very dangerous. I admit I have a hard time believing what you have just said, yet I can tell you are not lying. There is much I would like to ask you, but this is neither the time nor place for such questions," at this he shot his companions a meaningful glance. "We will discuss this more once we reach Imladris and Lord Elrond has heard your tale. Now we must finish setting up camp and eat. Then we will rest." He turned to his men, who were staring at us with various expressions of confusion and disbelief on their faces, and gave a few short orders to finish organizing the camp and fixing dinner.Not twenty minutes had gone by before dinner was ready, which consisted literally hear crickets chirping (we are still in the woods). It was actually quite comical. I had just managed to stun an entire group of elven warriors into silence. And from the looks of it, I had a feeling that didn’t happen often.
"So you know the future of Middle-Earth and its people?" asked Glorfindel, when he had recovered enough to speak.
"More or less," I said with a shrug.
I didn’t know what else to say. I looked at Almira. She looked about as helpless as I felt. It was one of those horribly awkward of rabbit, berries, and a few grains. For a campfire meal, it was pretty delicious. Of course, the look on Almira’s face when she was told what she was eating
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really thinking about it, whispered, “I wish I could just escape.” (Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Note to self: Never, ever make another wish again. No birthday candles, no shooting stars, nothing. Nada, zip.)
And just like that, without any warning, I blacked out.
I woke to the sounds of a forest (you know chirping birds, wind in the trees, etc.). Wait a second; sounds of the forest? I don’t live near the woods. With that thought my eyes flew open and I sat up fast, too fast.
“Oh, man, my head. I should not have done that. Definitely should not have done that,” I moaned while slowly lying back down.
“Does your head hurt? Are you injured?” said a voice from somewhere on my left.
Needless to say, the sudden rfigured we were in one of the Elven realms (if we were in Middle-Earth at all) but I had no idea which one. It’s been awhile since I read the books and God knows if you can trust the movies. Let’s just say Peter Jackson took some liberties.“Duh, we’re in Middle-Earth,” she replied. True, but not exactly what I was looking for. Let’s try this again.“More specifically…?”evelation that I was not alone scared the hell out of me. Once again I sat up a little too quickly. Ugh, I have got to stop doing that.
Once I got my dizziness under control, I looked up and noticed It. Oh no. Oh hell no. It can’t be. Staring back at me was utter perfection, utter Elven perfection. This could only mean one thing. “Do you have any idea where we are?” I asked her.
I assumed I was in Middle-Earth. It was either that or something like Dungeons & Dragons. And I was seriously hoping it was the former because I knew next to nothing about the latter. At least nothing I was willing to admit. Seeing as she was an elf, I “Um, a forest.”
Nothing gets by her, does it? Let’s try this one more time. You know what they say, third time’s a charm. Hell, I’ll even give her a hint.
“I was wondering if you knew what region we are in.”
really thinking about it, whispered, “I wish I could just escape.” (Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Note to self: Never, ever make another wish again. No birthday candles, no shooting stars, nothing. Nada, zip.)
And just like that, without any warning, I blacked out.
I woke to the sounds of a forest (you know chirping birds, wind in the trees, etc.). Wait a second; sounds of the forest? I don’t live near the woods. With that thought my eyes flew open and I sat up fast, too fast.
“Oh, man, my head. I should not have done that. Definitely should not have done that,” I moaned while slowly lying back down.
“Does your head hurt? Are you injured?” said a voice from somewhere on my left.
Needless to say, the sudden rfigured we were in one of the Elven realms (if we were in Middle-Earth at all) but I had no idea which one. It’s been awhile since I read the books and God knows if you can trust the movies. Let’s just say Peter Jackson took some liberties.“Duh, we’re in Middle-Earth,” she replied. True, but not exactly what I was looking for. Let’s try this again.“More specifically…?”evelation that I was not alone scared the hell out of me. Once again I sat up a little too quickly. Ugh, I have got to stop doing that.
Once I got my dizziness under control, I looked up and noticed It. Oh no. Oh hell no. It can’t be. Staring back at me was utter perfection, utter Elven perfection. This could only mean one thing. “Do you have any idea where we are?” I asked her.
I assumed I was in Middle-Earth. It was either that or something like Dungeons & Dragons. And I was seriously hoping it was the former because I knew next to nothing about the latter. At least nothing I was willing to admit. Seeing as she was an elf, I “Um, a forest.”
Nothing gets by her, does it? Let’s try this one more time. You know what they say, third time’s a charm. Hell, I’ll even give her a hint.
“I was wondering if you knew what region we are in.”
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth I
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Howl It?” said the man in confusion. “Why do you need to howl, and howl what?”
“No, no! That’s my surname! What planet do you come from? Jesus!”
“What is a planet?” said the man. “I kLogan. “You asked me questions and when I give you the bloody answers, you don’t know what the bloody hell I’m talking about! And get that damn sword away from me, you moron, or you’ll regret it!”This certainly was a most unusual day, even by Aragorn’s standards. He’d been getting ready to make camp when a man had fallen out of nowhere. And when Aragorn had started asking him questions, he’d given the ranger a whole lot of meaningless answers and then gotten furious when Aragorn said that he had not understood him. He listened to the stranger’s outburst. The son of Arathorn had travelled the breadth and width of Middle Earth —almost— and he’d never seen or heard something quite like this strange man. The ranger was almost certain that this Logan Howl It was no servant of Sauron’s, because now not of that which you speak. And no, my name is not Jesus. You have not answered all my questions, stranger. From whence do you hail?”
“Holy crap, you speak like bloody Shakespeare!” said Logan, who was quickly losing what calm he had. “All right, I come from Canada, got it? Ca-na-da. That’s up north of the United States—you do know what the United States are, right?”
“Shake spear? Shake what spear? I have no spear. The united states of what?”
Logan swore, and a stream of unwholesome words poured from his mouth, making his companion grimace. The man might not have understood the exact meanings, but they needed no translations.
“All right!” raged the Dark Lord certainly would have employed someone who was slightly less...noticeable.
“Are you finished yet?” he asked Logan when the other man stopped for a breath
Howl It?” said the man in confusion. “Why do you need to howl, and howl what?”
“No, no! That’s my surname! What planet do you come from? Jesus!”
“What is a planet?” said the man. “I kLogan. “You asked me questions and when I give you the bloody answers, you don’t know what the bloody hell I’m talking about! And get that damn sword away from me, you moron, or you’ll regret it!”This certainly was a most unusual day, even by Aragorn’s standards. He’d been getting ready to make camp when a man had fallen out of nowhere. And when Aragorn had started asking him questions, he’d given the ranger a whole lot of meaningless answers and then gotten furious when Aragorn said that he had not understood him. He listened to the stranger’s outburst. The son of Arathorn had travelled the breadth and width of Middle Earth —almost— and he’d never seen or heard something quite like this strange man. The ranger was almost certain that this Logan Howl It was no servant of Sauron’s, because now not of that which you speak. And no, my name is not Jesus. You have not answered all my questions, stranger. From whence do you hail?”
“Holy crap, you speak like bloody Shakespeare!” said Logan, who was quickly losing what calm he had. “All right, I come from Canada, got it? Ca-na-da. That’s up north of the United States—you do know what the United States are, right?”
“Shake spear? Shake what spear? I have no spear. The united states of what?”
Logan swore, and a stream of unwholesome words poured from his mouth, making his companion grimace. The man might not have understood the exact meanings, but they needed no translations.
“All right!” raged the Dark Lord certainly would have employed someone who was slightly less...noticeable.
“Are you finished yet?” he asked Logan when the other man stopped for a breath
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