First of all, being bookworms, we need a lot of bookshelves, don't you think? Oak, I feel, or maybe rich mahogany, lovingly rubbed with oil over many generations to achieve a deep, warm glow. These bookshelves are vast, they take up two whole walls, surrounding the fireplace on both sides, and we need a lovely old library ladder on wheels to reach the books on the very top shelves.
A couple of vast reading desks can be found, one under each of the four wide and gloriously high windows, which allow us to enjoy the last light of the westering sun and look out over a sea of golden green leaves in the parkland below us. Desk lamps, of course, of intricate Elvish design, for use when we draw the silvery woodland-hued drapes to keep out the chill at night. Though there are evenings when we throw open the windows to welcome the warm breaths of wind, redolent of green things and freshness. We breathe deep on those nights as we stand at our windowsills to glory in starlight and moonlight, enjoying the quiet companionship of our fellow bookworms.
In wintertime, our fireplace roars a warm welcome. It's large hearth is of natural stone, and its mantel is mahogany, topped by a mirror of crystal depths and rich wood with gilt carvings. Three comfortably squashy and well-stuffed old wingchairs, covered in damasked cream and wine-red velvet, are drawn close to the hearth, large enough each to fit two of us at a time. Yet there is also the sofa, covered in green-gold tapestried cloth which will comfortably seat at least 8 well-rounded hobbits. Three or four occasional tables stand nearby, oil-rubbed to a warm glow, with telltale rings of glasses, tankards and cups. Bowls of nuts and dried fruits are always full, next to trays of fine chocolates imported from the expert chocolatiers of the Ered Nimrais. Two occasional lamps lend a golden glow to the long discussions held around the flickering flames. Sometimes there are so many bookworms eager to join the talk that they sit on the thick, silky carpet, hand-woven with its intricate bird designs in exotic, spicy Far Harad.
Five or six more deep and comfy armchairs are grouped around a wide, low table at the other end of the room opposite the fireplace, within easy reach of the bookshelves there. Amongst the books on the table a manuscript can be seen: "The History of Pipeweed" by M. Brandybuck.
The eastern wall, through which our central entrance door lies, is whitewashed to reflect the light. A handsome old carved bureau holds decanters of fine liqueurs and brandies, crystal glasses, beer mugs and tankards, an antique silver tea set and a massive coffee urn, both of fine Dwarvish make. The walls display our artistic treasures; portraits of Frodo, Sam and Rosie with their smiling brood, a formal portrait of King Elessar with Queen Arwen Evenstar, whose beauty transcends the medium and radiates.
In a far corner is an alcove, through which can be glimpsed a handsome carved round door, painted a rich forest green, leading to the kitchen with its pantries full of Hobbitish goodies--pies, pastries, biscuits, cakes and on wintry nights there are also hearty soups and rabbit stews accompanied by crusty bread for those who arrive early enough.
It's a comfortable place, this lounge. Despite its many riches it has been lived in enough to have a homey feel; the arms of sofa and chairs are slightly worn, the blotters on the desks are covered in happy scribble, books and notes and magazines lie on shelves and ledges; on the sofa near the fire someone has forgotten a cloak, and near the door, some mud encrusted boots lie next to the umbrella stand.
Beyond the terrace is a flower border filled with pink and white roses, tall cosmeas, and lavender. A tall hedge runs behind with an opening gateway cut into it. Here a metal arch alive with bougainvillea stands over a swing door from which a path lined with shady beeches leads down towards a little white mock-temple with wisteria climbing over it. There are benches along the path, invisible from the lounge because of the hedge, cool and shady in the summer. Guarding the temple is a giant lime tree, and often in summer its sweet scent wafts across the garden right into the library. To the side of this vista is a small rise covered in elanor and niphredil with a gorgeous young mallorn at the top.
Towards the western end of the garden there is an exquisitely carved fountain depicting Yavanna Kementári singing while she sits upon the grass of Ezellohar. Nienna sits beside, and her tears flow slowly down into the reflecting pool which stretches to the south. Behind the hedge at the end of the pool is a small orchard of peach trees with a little ladder for easy access. A cheerful little stream runs through the eastern end of the garden past a line of twelve palm trees and a small grape arbour. Invitingly green lawns of short, soft grass run from the flowerbeds to the eaves of the forest wherein dwell an absolutely charming Entwife with her Ent. At their wedding every bookworm planted their favourite tree’s sapling in a special patch where, later, the Enting was discovered.
Looking back on the lounge from the garden, you can see Boston and English ivy climbing up the walls while night blooming jasmine rests under several of the windows giving its delicate aroma to those within. Lazy lawn furniture from deep arm-chairs to chaise lounges with down pillows can be found here and there about the garden in shady, secluded spots for those reclusive bookworms to curl up in.
Up against the wall of the lounge stands a large shed with croquette equipment and all the tools necessary for the upkeep and expansion of the garden. It’s the perfect place to kick off your shoes, grab a glass of lemonade and sit down to your favourite piece of summer reading.
truehobbit wrote:heliona, you're probably right that it doesn't matter who starts the thread, it just nevertheless goes against the grain for me - I tend to feel that these serial threads are pretty much the 'babies' of their hosts. Of course someone else needs to take over when the host has stopped posting. But you wouldn't just re-start the TVM, for example, if Tooks happened to be offline for a bit, or would you? Would anyone of the TVMers? I mean, maybe I'm the only one with that attitude to the thread host's prerogative, I don't know.
I liked your first post, short and to the point - and I agree the original first post had got a bit long to repost in full. But I also thought it was a bit intimidating to request that new posters read the beginning of the previous thread. (Even though that beginning contains people's birthdays, so I was tempted to say this was obligatory reading... )
Silwen wrote::shock: So that is why there are no updates from the old thread. I did wonder why all was so quiet.
Good to see the thread is here. I don't mind heliona starting it though I did miss the old intro since it's always been there, even before my time.
Alys wrote:How very appropriate that Heliona should start this latest incarnation of the old "Where's Wilko?" thread. If anyone knows...
Alys wrote:So, do you know where Wilko is?
Alys wrote:If it helps though, I'm pretty sure that the thread has been started by various different posters in the years of its existence - I think that I started one (though I could be wrong, I definitely participated in creating the description so it could just be that) but I can't get the search function to find it - I'm so useless with this search! Does anyone else remember who was in the original group? Novice, Me, ArPhy, Wilko, Hobby, Jeanelf, Niniel*,Mahima, Andri, Sirocco and PG maybe? Gah, I'm sure I'm missing lots of good posters and maybe even adding in a few extras!
Who's good at digging around in the depths of TORC? I fancy a rummage through memory lane... I see that Silwen does have links at the beginning of the last thread but the early ones don't work anymore.
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