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Actually, they looked worse.If she'd had any other weapon, she would have knocked thier stupid, ugly blocks off; as it was, she raised her sword, and wished for luck... A lot of luck.Then the things drew their weapons; all filthy fifteen of them, only tActually, they looked worse.If she'd had any other weapon, she would have knocked thier stupid, ugly blocks off; as it was, she raised her sword, and wished for luck... A lot of luck.Then the things drew their weapons; all filthy fifteen of them, only to reveal that they were armad with what looked like oversized kitchen utinsils. Then they all started roaring, with glee, as they gloated over their apparent victim... namely, Mythri."Get 'er!" said Lip-Licker, who seemed to be their leader,o reveal that they were armad with what looked like oversized kitchen utinsils. Then they all started roaring, with glee, as they gloated over their apparent victim... namely, Mythri."Get 'er!" said Lip-Licker, who seemed to be their leader,
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano The White Slip
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know you have left many things behind.’
Bilbo had stopped eating and was now fiddling with his fingers and looking at the ground. He had tears in his eyes. ‘I will do what I must to make him feel better until the end of my days.’ He said after a while.
When everyone had finished lad, but please, do not hesitate if you want anything.’ He kissed Frodo’s forehead and left the room, closing the door gently.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 were forming in his eyes and he , Bilbo decided to go and check on his cousin. Frodo was lying on his back and he had just closed his eyes when he heard the door open. As much as Frodo loved Bilbo, he would have preferred to be left alone but he knew that Bilbo thought he was doing what was best.
‘Frodo are you sure you’re okay? We can talk about it if you like.’ Bilbo said as he sat on the edge of Frodo’s bed.
‘I’m all right uncle. I would rather be left alone if you don’t mind though.’
‘All right then 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
know you have left many things behind.’
Bilbo had stopped eating and was now fiddling with his fingers and looking at the ground. He had tears in his eyes. ‘I will do what I must to make him feel better until the end of my days.’ He said after a while.
When everyone had finished lad, but please, do not hesitate if you want anything.’ He kissed Frodo’s forehead and left the room, closing the door gently.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 were forming in his eyes and he , Bilbo decided to go and check on his cousin. Frodo was lying on his back and he had just closed his eyes when he heard the door open. As much as Frodo loved Bilbo, he would have preferred to be left alone but he knew that Bilbo thought he was doing what was best.
‘Frodo are you sure you’re okay? We can talk about it if you like.’ Bilbo said as he sat on the edge of Frodo’s bed.
‘I’m all right uncle. I would rather be left alone if you don’t mind though.’
‘All right then 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
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano Girls' Night
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vshook his head with an expression of resignation.
“With all due respect, Lindarielwhether in Imladris or Eryn Galen, tended to be unabashedly partial to Legolas and were always willing to abet him.A few seconds later, Legolas murmured, “Le hannon,” and lifted his hands from the trunk. He glanced at Elladan and pointed.Elladan walked over to Legolas so softly that he could barely hear his own footsteps.“The stream is in that direction,” he breathed.“Istón.”“Is Ro anywhere near it?”Legolas looked at him for a moment before his face broke , your son is the most unsatisfactory patient I have ever had to treat in my life. And that is even including the twins and Gil-galad.”
“Elrohir!” Legolas shouted furiously as he and Elladan ran into the trees. “You know you cannot hide!”
There was no response. Elladan shifted his weight, reaching for his bow.
“He must have taken to the trees,” he murmured.
“That will not help him,” Legolas whispered. He looked around to see if Elrohir was visible nearby, and, finding that he was not, he went to the nearest tree and laid his hands flat on the trunk. Elladan watched silently. Trees, into a smile. “I will ask the trees to make sure he does not hear our approach.”
Around an hour later, three ellyn were seen returning to the Last Homely House,
vshook his head with an expression of resignation.
“With all due respect, Lindarielwhether in Imladris or Eryn Galen, tended to be unabashedly partial to Legolas and were always willing to abet him.A few seconds later, Legolas murmured, “Le hannon,” and lifted his hands from the trunk. He glanced at Elladan and pointed.Elladan walked over to Legolas so softly that he could barely hear his own footsteps.“The stream is in that direction,” he breathed.“Istón.”“Is Ro anywhere near it?”Legolas looked at him for a moment before his face broke , your son is the most unsatisfactory patient I have ever had to treat in my life. And that is even including the twins and Gil-galad.”
“Elrohir!” Legolas shouted furiously as he and Elladan ran into the trees. “You know you cannot hide!”
There was no response. Elladan shifted his weight, reaching for his bow.
“He must have taken to the trees,” he murmured.
“That will not help him,” Legolas whispered. He looked around to see if Elrohir was visible nearby, and, finding that he was not, he went to the nearest tree and laid his hands flat on the trunk. Elladan watched silently. Trees, into a smile. “I will ask the trees to make sure he does not hear our approach.”
Around an hour later, three ellyn were seen returning to the Last Homely House,
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raspy. His hands were shaby surprise. Legolas never admitted to wounds being serious or that he ignoring them was a bad thing.“It was my fault you got hurt. I failed to notice and it cost you.”A single tear escaped Aragorn’s tired eyes.“You have been taken with grief. We all have but blaming yourself for what happened to me will drag you down.” Legolas paused and looked at his friend “the fellowship needs your guidance. You need to be strong for them ok?”Aragorn nodded. He placed a friendly hand on Legolas’ shoulder and the tow friends sat and watched the stars.king 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 friend.
“What’s life without a little risk?” said Legolas jokingly as he gazed at the trees. His smile soon turned to sombre expression as he looked down to his hands.
“What troubles you?”
“I know you blame yourself for what happened” Legolas paused, hoping that he would get an answer from Aragorn “it wasn’t your fault. It was mine for ignoring my wound in the first place. I should have had you take a look at it.”
Aragorn was taken Well there is chapter two. Haldir is not going to be happy when he finds out Legolas went for a stroll. Next chapter will be up soon.
raspy. His hands were shaby surprise. Legolas never admitted to wounds being serious or that he ignoring them was a bad thing.“It was my fault you got hurt. I failed to notice and it cost you.”A single tear escaped Aragorn’s tired eyes.“You have been taken with grief. We all have but blaming yourself for what happened to me will drag you down.” Legolas paused and looked at his friend “the fellowship needs your guidance. You need to be strong for them ok?”Aragorn nodded. He placed a friendly hand on Legolas’ shoulder and the tow friends sat and watched the stars.king 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 friend.
“What’s life without a little risk?” said Legolas jokingly as he gazed at the trees. His smile soon turned to sombre expression as he looked down to his hands.
“What troubles you?”
“I know you blame yourself for what happened” Legolas paused, hoping that he would get an answer from Aragorn “it wasn’t your fault. It was mine for ignoring my wound in the first place. I should have had you take a look at it.”
Aragorn was taken Well there is chapter two. Haldir is not going to be happy when he finds out Legolas went for a stroll. Next chapter will be up soon.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong
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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 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 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 was actually rabbit also helped to makhave 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."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 e 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 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 companion. But I can help with the pain and your lack of traveling supplies."
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 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 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 was actually rabbit also helped to makhave 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."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 e 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 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 companion. But I can help with the pain and your lack of traveling supplies."
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and comment on how glad I was about my impending freedom, and instead focused on nodding and saying, “Yes, ma’am” in all the right places.
Once my mother was done, I was allowed (barely) to go out to retrieve a few last minute graduation gifts. I returned home to discover my sister,was moving from one coast to the other. Which just made it even harder on my family, and I could tell my mom was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I would be on the West Coast. As a result, things had been a little tense at home between the two of us. I took a deep breath, and without 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 Jessie, had gone to a friend’s house and my mother was out with friends. “Great, I finally have the house all to my self and I’m not even able to enjoy it. Blasted graduation parties. Which reminds me…” I checked the time and realized I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up and wrap my recently purchased gifts.
Weighted down with gifts, my purse, and a suitcase (I would be staying with my dad while he was in town before we all left for Tennessee) I barely managed to make it out to my car. Before I got in the car, I took a moment to look up at the stars. It’s kind of a habit of mine; I have always favored the nighttime because everything seems more peaceful. And lately, my life was anything but peaceful. I had a lot to do in preparation for college, especially since I on my left.
and comment on how glad I was about my impending freedom, and instead focused on nodding and saying, “Yes, ma’am” in all the right places.
Once my mother was done, I was allowed (barely) to go out to retrieve a few last minute graduation gifts. I returned home to discover my sister,was moving from one coast to the other. Which just made it even harder on my family, and I could tell my mom was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I would be on the West Coast. As a result, things had been a little tense at home between the two of us. I took a deep breath, and without 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 Jessie, had gone to a friend’s house and my mother was out with friends. “Great, I finally have the house all to my self and I’m not even able to enjoy it. Blasted graduation parties. Which reminds me…” I checked the time and realized I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up and wrap my recently purchased gifts.
Weighted down with gifts, my purse, and a suitcase (I would be staying with my dad while he was in town before we all left for Tennessee) I barely managed to make it out to my car. Before I got in the car, I took a moment to look up at the stars. It’s kind of a habit of mine; I have always favored the nighttime because everything seems more peaceful. And lately, my life was anything but peaceful. I had a lot to do in preparation for college, especially since I on my left.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth I
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you come from? Who do you work for? What is your business here?”
“Hold it! A man’s brain can only process so much at a time, for God’s sake!” said Logan irritably. What was this, the Spanish Inquisition? or not, this strange man might prove to be the key to his getting out of here.“Logan 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 know 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 As if getting thrown off the Empire State Building by that metal mangling militant mutant was not enough, he was now being threatened and interrogated by a madman with a sword who dressed like Robin Hood. ‘Count to ten, Logan,’ he told himself. ‘Getting angry isn’t going to help you get out of here, wherever this is.’
“My name is Logan,” he began. “Logan Howlett, although if you’ve heard of me, then I think you’ll know me as the Wolverine.” It was worth a try. He wasn’t exactly an obscure character. Logan managed to rein in his temper. Friendlystates 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 Logan. “You asked me questions and when I give you the
you come from? Who do you work for? What is your business here?”
“Hold it! A man’s brain can only process so much at a time, for God’s sake!” said Logan irritably. What was this, the Spanish Inquisition? or not, this strange man might prove to be the key to his getting out of here.“Logan 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 know 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 As if getting thrown off the Empire State Building by that metal mangling militant mutant was not enough, he was now being threatened and interrogated by a madman with a sword who dressed like Robin Hood. ‘Count to ten, Logan,’ he told himself. ‘Getting angry isn’t going to help you get out of here, wherever this is.’
“My name is Logan,” he began. “Logan Howlett, although if you’ve heard of me, then I think you’ll know me as the Wolverine.” It was worth a try. He wasn’t exactly an obscure character. Logan managed to rein in his temper. Friendlystates 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 Logan. “You asked me questions and when I give you the
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