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Postby erinhue » Sat Mar 23, 2002 5:41 am

Now well into TORC's Fifth Age<BR>Time to return to and mark this page<BR>Many are new come to this place<BR>Who should add verses to this space<BR>And if you cannot find the words<BR>Then just post "I(*)came to the boards." *=username
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Postby Leoba » Sat Mar 23, 2002 1:11 pm

In the fourth age of Middle Earth, that was of Men, <BR>Dwelt a lady, Leoba of Ithilien. <BR>Her eyes were as emeralds, her hair chestnut brown <BR>And for parties she dressed in a dark green silk gown. <BR><BR>A musician of talent was this fair young maid, <BR>Who took the life of a bard as her chosen trade; <BR>Her enchanting song and the fiddle in her hands <BR>Bought her stay in halls the length and breadth of the land. <BR><BR>Though not by nature a warrior, she'd defend, <BR>To the last drop of blood, those she counted as friends <BR>And of these she placed first her bold and handsome knight <BR>Who had conquered her heart one St Valentine's night. <BR><BR>Cheerful by nature, although Fate seemed dark at times <BR>For her knight was troubled and for her home she pined. <BR>She was content to curl up with a book and read <BR>Or indulge her fancy for poetry and mead. <BR><BR>Now if in your wanderings you happen to see <BR>This emerald-eyed lady, do pause and feel free <BR>To greet her, swap tales, perhaps share a drink or two, <BR>For from just such chance meetings may spring friendship new. <BR><BR>
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Postby Linnalang » Sat Mar 23, 2002 9:47 pm

Of a people scarcely seen<BR>Garbed in brown and grey and green,<BR>Came Linnalang, line of Gil-Galad,<BR>No master has she ever had.<BR>Her blade and bow are always near,<BR>A song from each you'll faintly hear.<BR>Cleaving Orcs, she makes few friends,<BR>But those friendships she shall never end.<BR>To make her your enemy is to embrace death;<BR>You'll regret it in thine dying breath.
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Postby Gurtholfin » Sat Apr 20, 2002 1:46 pm

::BUMP::<BR><BR><BR>I don’t know what I want to write about<BR>All I know is that I want to write<BR>I try to balance all my passions<BR>Tis a many-fronted fight<BR><BR>Nothing less than unshakable focus<BR>For all my thoughts to take flight<BR>To glide upon a cushion of peace<BR>Until the world fades out of sight.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby TinuvielUndomiel » Sun Apr 21, 2002 2:58 am

A lonely elf in Lothlorien did beseech<BR>Life to conquer Death in the one laying in her arms.<BR>Alone, she sat under trees laden heavily with peach<BR>As jewelled tears streamed faster than the Anduin.<BR><BR>Her mother, Alagaera, dead, Tinu fled the Golden Wood,<BR>Clinging to Alagos, her steed, her tears flew away<BR>Landing on the grass, upon which Lady Galadriel stood,<BR>Nourishing the <i>Valaindil</i> Tinu brought from the West.<BR><BR>Memories of temperate summers in her splintered mind<BR>All lost now in the chaos of the thunderous pain.<BR>A lovely smile, the face of life, her heart would forever bind.<BR>Memories painted the burnt sienna of decay.<BR><BR>On she rode with Lurea, two shadows 'gainst the black sky<BR>Her golden hair weighed down by darkness, her grey eyes blackened<BR>Til at last they reached a kingdom whose influence stretched high,<BR>A land dying, for the mages had reached their tragic end.<BR><BR>Thus, out of death, life sprang forth, renewing the soul.<BR>The two became WeatherChangers and restored the glory<BR>That had once belonged to those who make thunder roll,<BR>And to those who conjured the <i>fanyare</i>of Middle Earth.<BR><BR>None knows if the Lorien elf shall ever return home,<BR>Back to the place of bitterness and mind-numbing loss.<BR>Yet there is hope as surely as there is in any poem<BR>So let us sigh no longer for her--her fate is her own.
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Postby Crystal_Arwen » Sun Apr 21, 2002 3:17 am

Crystal_Arwen, lady of Lothlorien<BR>And keeper of the crystal Khezed-mir<BR>Has a horse named Silma-àre<BR>And always tries to spread good cheer <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>From when she was born <BR>She could use a bow and arrow<BR>Different from her sister<BR>(But still on the straight and narrow <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>When only few years old was she<BR>She came unto the Golden Wood<BR>And she met there Galadriel<BR>Underneath a Mallorn tree stood.<BR><BR>The lady knew her future<BR>And how hard her life would be.<BR>She was to be a soldier<BR>Fighting for good and the free.<BR><BR>There she gave her khezed-mir<BR>And there she gave her power<BR>There she could control the weather<BR>And the skies, hour by hour.<BR><BR>This crystal also has more magic<BR>It can freeze evil things.<BR>It still hangs around her neck <BR>And to her strength it always brings.<BR><BR>The lady of the wood told her <BR>It would help in her life<BR>Her parents didn't want a fighter<BR>They wanted a boring wife<BR><BR>So for her 100th birthday<BR>She had been betrothed<BR>But when the time had really come<BR>She knew she had to go.<BR><BR>So she left before the ceremony<BR>Leaving her dress behind her<BR>Her sister married the man instead<BR>Her family could never find her.<BR><BR>So a wandering warrior she became<BR>Fighting for whoever she should<BR>Khezed mir has always helped her<BR>Like Galadriel said it would.<BR><BR>This tale is almost never told<BR>And only to her closest friends<BR>And here the story of Crystal_Arwen<BR>Does not finish, it never ends.
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Postby erinhue » Sun Apr 21, 2002 6:26 am

And still they come from near and far<BR>To post upon this page<BR>And we shall sing of Adventurers<BR>Well into TORC's Fifth Age<BR><BR>So come now all ye with spirit<BR>And a yen to venture forth<BR>Come tell your tale of glory<BR>In Adventurers of the Boards<BR><BR>Every name should be here<BR>No matter what your words<BR>And if you cannot rhyme them<BR>Just say "<u>I</u> came to the Boards"
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Postby LiMuBai » Wed May 15, 2002 1:04 am

and now onto the sixth age the boards doth go<BR>our numbers've more than doubled since a year ago<BR>the songs of old<BR>hereunder once told<BR>do tell of legends, friends and foe<BR><BR>once again, this thread should rise<BR>melodious cheers, the only prize<BR>so come on in<BR>put your bit in<BR>be one of those bold, daring and wise!<BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby erinhue » Wed May 15, 2002 6:22 am

So let your story be heard<BR>Stop by and post a few words<BR>Come sing of fame and glory<BR>Or just tell us your story<BR>And if you cannot rhyme\<BR>You still could take the time<BR>And put you usename forward <BR>and say I came to the boards
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Postby Gurtholfin » Wed May 15, 2002 1:10 pm

Surging through TORc <BR>like a squall run aground<BR>hiding in dark places<BR>He can be found,<BR><BR>Gurtholfin the weak<BR>Gurtholfin the strong<BR>Gurtholfin the meak<BR>Gurtholfin the wronged.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Arwen740 » Thu May 16, 2002 2:16 pm

A Silly Ditty to the Bard who makes us Giddy <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Once there stood<BR>In a corner of the wood<BR>A small tavern of renown<BR>People came from all around<BR><BR>Ne-ver drear<BR>Always music to the ear<BR>Erinhue would keep us humming<BR>As upon his harp was strumming<BR><BR><i>Pass the beer<BR>To the bard who is so witty<BR>When he sings his little ditty<BR>He will make the ladies giddy<BR><BR>Give a cheer<BR>To the one who comes before us<BR>We will raise a grateful chorus<BR>As we sing with voices joyous</i><BR><BR>Wild and free<BR>Erinhue sailed off to sea<BR>With his friends he found adventure<BR>Some of which we now must censure<BR><BR>On a quest<BR>As they sailed into the west<BR>They escaped some fearsome creatures<BR>With some very nasty features<BR><BR><i>Pass a beer<BR>To the bard who is so witty<BR>When he sings a little ditty<BR>He will make the ladies giddy<BR><BR>Give a cheer<BR>To the one who comes before us<BR>We will raise a grateful chorus<BR>As we sing with voices joyous</i><BR><BR>Now he's back<BR>With his dragon Agarak<BR>He has had adventure plenty<BR>Now he seeks the life of gentry<BR><BR>Se-ttled down<BR>On the other side of town<BR>Wedded to the lovely Aerin<BR>Never was a better pair'in<BR><BR><i>Pass a beer<BR>To the bard who is so witty<BR>When he sings a little ditty<BR>He will make the ladies giddy<BR><BR>Give a cheer<BR>To the one who comes before us<BR>We will raise a grateful chorus<BR>As we sing with voices joyous</i><BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby kru » Thu May 16, 2002 2:41 pm

Another day stirs me awake,<BR>Before its dawn I'll travel far.<BR>Clay path ahead, feet burning dead, <BR>Days - short, nights - long. My friend - a star.<BR>Essea is the name I bear,<BR>For I'm a healer-elf; I share<BR>Great wisdoms of the ancient worlds.<BR>Her secrets Nature deftly hides -<BR>I know paths where She them unfolds,<BR>Jumping, her creatures at my sides.<BR><BR>Knowing my Past, I don't forget<BR>Lothlorien, my only home,<BR>My Mother and my Father - dead,<BR>Now buried under wooden dome.<BR>Over Dark Hills, alongside Men,<BR>Praying for Light, they fought Dark Prince.<BR>Quick death slew them at Sauron's den.<BR>Rare words are spoken of them since...<BR><BR>Searching for Light, I travel wide,<BR>Trees, Herbs, and Rivers help my quest.<BR>Unseen to all, with gales I ride<BR>Vast shores and lands from North to West,<BR>Warring dark powers that may be.<BR>Xylographs I carve, so that<BR>Ye, my Beloved, only Ye,<BR>Zealous for me, do find my path.<BR><BR>**********************<BR>I have a way with Evil -<BR>My love it should not wish.<BR>Perverted and seduced, then dead<BR>Dark things who taste it, be!<BR><BR>Frightened you are to learn this, -<BR>You needn't be - for I<BR>Present no danger to good folk -<BR>You cannot cheat my eye<BR>***********************<BR><BR>Essea came to the boards! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby erinhue » Thu May 16, 2002 6:30 pm

kru, I'm glad ya took my advice<BR>That addition was really quite nice<BR><BR>Arwen 740<BR><BR>I thank ya darlin for the words<BR>You've added to the throng<BR>I am the luckiest of all bards<BR>You've wrote me my own song<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby RubyBaggins » Thu May 16, 2002 8:31 pm

I travel onward, I cannot rest<BR>My feet hurt, my neck burns,<BR>It is hot, it is hard to draw breath,<BR>Still I must press onward, I must get<BR>There before it is too late. Please help, Elbereth.<BR><BR>I am so thirsty, I cannot find water<BR>I am hungry, I am out of food<BR>I go forth, I cannot falter<BR>I am the only one that can.<BR>
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Postby RubyBaggins » Fri May 17, 2002 10:24 pm

BUMP
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Postby RubyBaggins » Sat May 18, 2002 2:01 pm

My shoes are wearing thin<BR>My feet are blistered, I<BR>have a mindache the size of Mt. McKin.<BR><BR>My back is sore, so<BR>Are my legs, I have nothing<BR>Left, What can I do?<BR><BR>No food, no water, no money<BR>I'm in the middle of nowhere<BR>There's no one around to help me.<BR>Still, I MUST continue.
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Postby RubyBaggins » Sat May 18, 2002 2:01 pm

I forgot to BUMP.<BR><BR>BUMP
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Postby nienor-niniel » Sat May 18, 2002 3:17 pm

Being like a stranger <BR>In my own soul.<BR>Looking for the rests<BR>Of the dreams <BR>I believed in.<BR><BR>Whatever hope may come<BR>It will not be mine.<BR>And whatever love may grow<BR>It will not be mine<BR><BR>So why not<BR>Seeding salt<BR>In the wounds of my life.<BR><BR>At least <BR>The pain will be mine.<BR><BR><BR>(The rhyme is for next time)<BR>
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Postby gladrieltook » Sat May 18, 2002 5:41 pm

My back is bent,<BR>My eyes do not shimmer,<BR>My hips do not curve,<BR>My hair does not glimmer.<BR><BR>I am not tall,<BR>I am not fair,<BR>I am not brave,<BR>Beyond compare.<BR><BR>I play my flute,<BR>I never wear a dress!<BR>And concerning what YOU think,<BR>I couldn't really care less!<BR><BR>I am not a simple lass,<BR>I am not sure and strong,<BR>I do many stupid things,<BR>And I am often wrong!<BR><BR>My name is simple,<BR>Gladriel Took!<BR>GT for short,<BR>No, you haven't read it in a book!<BR><BR>Now leave me be,<BR>I have flowers to tend,<BR>Songs to sing,<BR>And this dumb boot to mend!<BR><BR><BR>*bows*
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Postby SilverScribe » Sat May 18, 2002 8:12 pm

<BR><i>* claps wildly for GT and all the other contributors *</i><BR><BR>Hooded and cloaked, oft mistaken for a man,<BR>I go by the name of Scribbles, simply 'cause I can!<BR>I have a shadowy past and a future that's shady,<BR>and don't take that kindly to being called a Lady.<BR><BR>Half-elven and tall, often unnoticed by choice,<BR>no great beauty here, a clear but unremarkable voice.<BR>Only two features of note, were I to bother to name,<BR>are large, blue-violet eyes and an unruly mane.<BR><BR>A warrior first, and many other strange things,<BR>I've fought with a sorcerer, and feasted with kings.<BR>I've lived and loved and spent time in the Greenwood,<BR>and seen both love's bliss and the spilling of blood.<BR><BR>A short time to rest and make some remarkable friends,<BR>'twas sure my Lucky Fortune that I found that famous Inn.<BR>Run by the best folks in all Middle Earth,<BR>I don't think that they know, just how much they're worth.<BR><BR>And surprising good luck was this poor poets lot,<BR>when a new Apprentice Bard entered the Cracked Chamberpot,<BR>A little humour on Hobbits, 'twas a pretty long chance,<BR>but kind Master Bard Erinhue, did the Apprentice advance.<BR><BR>So some small respite has an old scribbler known,<BR>and the days became months, oh how time has flown.<BR>But as we all know, even the best things can't last,<BR>'tis time for old Scribbles to redeem back her past.<BR><BR>**Scribbles<BR><BR>
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Postby LiMuBai » Mon May 20, 2002 6:51 am

huzzah huzzah! these words are splendid!<BR>knights and dames, allow me to be candid<BR>these songs 'bout you are to be treasured<BR>in gold not silver should they be measured<BR><BR>but come friends, let us work harder<BR>invite others for here we should gather<BR>help create the history that is TORC<BR>where a sword is as deadly as a fork<BR><BR>true enough scribbles, these people are priceless<BR>what was said in here no doubt would be ageless<BR>none would compare with these works of art<BR>there is no ending ... this is merely a start!<BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Teltasarewen » Fri May 24, 2002 7:47 am

I was told I should post this here..so here goes....<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Teltasarewen my name when born,<BR>But Teltas fine, the shortened form.<BR>In Mirkwood did I once reside<BR>Till grief and sadness did turn the tide.<BR><BR>By the Forest River where it did narrow,<BR>Two young ones practiced bow and arrow.<BR>So foolish were they; the dare so small<BR>No thoughts of harm, no risk at all.<BR>The arrows flew so far and fast<BR>Till one remained, her tun at last.<BR>Let fly the arrow...thelaughter dies...<BR>Replaced with the sound of mournful cries...<BR><BR>The lonely path I choose to lead<BR>Was changed by one in dire need.<BR>Apples, the wolf of whom I speak<BR>I found one day so battered and weak.<BR>His broken body I helped to mend,<BR>And from that day on I called him friend.<BR>I'll speak no more of days long passed,<BR>My life is set, my destiny cast.
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Postby Lindonbayne » Fri May 24, 2002 11:38 am

an elf there was<BR>bright and fair,<BR>moss in eye<BR>and red in hair.<BR><BR>an expert archer<BR>she was of old,<BR>of lighter foot<BR>no o'er was told.<BR><BR>although she was<BR>not dull of wit,<BR>the wrong allies<BR>she oft would quit.<BR><BR>so keen was she<BR>to spread her wings,<BR>she often met<BR>with evil things.<BR><BR>but when she realised<BR>what was right,<BR>she was not scared<BR>to up and fight.<BR><BR>strength of warrior<BR>manner of queen,<BR>a heart as pure<BR>rare is seen.
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Postby Mellaurelom » Sun Jul 21, 2002 8:03 pm

<BR>Alone beneath a starry sky, an elfmaid weaves a melody<BR>Bending, swaying, to ancient song, she begins to dance<BR>Careless she seems as her vouce lifts to caress the velvet sky<BR><BR>Delighting in soft grass and cold water on bare feet<BR>Exulting in the warm night and cool breeze on bare skin<BR><BR>Fire, blazing, for spirit and emeralds shining for eyes<BR>Golden ornaments never to adorn her pale ivory skin<BR>Hair of blackest midnight to cloak her form as she moves<BR>Instead of formal gowns of satin or of lace<BR>Jewels and silks pale in comparison to the life in her body<BR><BR>Knowing that she is alone but for the forest about her<BR>Lightly she dances twixt trees and stream<BR>Making no mark on leaf or loam<BR>Nature and elf entwined in song<BR>One being, delighting in life and living<BR><BR>Precious is this land that welcomes her here<BR>Questing as she is to find a true home<BR><BR>Reavealed is the dawn, just brushing the tree tops<BR>Softly now does she finish her singing<BR>Then in silence she steals away<BR>Until the next night beneath the trees<BR><BR>Veiled in darkness she will rejoice<BR>With ancient melody and joyful dance<BR>Xoanon come to earth in elven form<BR><BR>Yearning for answers to questions unknown<BR>Zephyr wind has perhaps brought her home<BR><BR>
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Postby Gurtholfin » Tue Nov 12, 2002 12:09 pm

The voices call from inside a dream<BR>Echoing over both hill and stream<BR>They bid me rise as I have of yore<BR>Among them take my place once more<BR><BR> Under the trees and under the stars<BR>Somewhere not here but off very far<BR>Where Life is short and long is War<BR>My blade shall sing as it sang before! <BR> <BR>To dash between shadows deep and bold <BR>Beneath blue mountains high and cold <BR>To sail by the winds the eagles soar <BR>To fly up and down the stretch of the shore <BR> <BR>I'll come back home with stories to tell <BR>Of legions fought and enemies felled <BR>To the faint of heart: beware the gore! <BR>When warriors sing, such is their lore <BR> <BR>Under the trees and under the stars<BR>Somewhere not here but off very far<BR>Where Life is short and long is War<BR>My blade shall sing as it sang before!<BR>
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Postby Alandriel » Fri Dec 20, 2002 6:13 pm

In the fourth age of Middle Earth, that was of Men, <BR>Dwelt a lady, Leoba of Ithilien. <BR>Her eyes were as emeralds, her hair chestnut brown <BR>And for parties she dressed in a dark green silk gown. <BR><BR>The story continues.....and so on a fateful day<BR>by this lady so generous, fair and gay<BR>that robe was lent in good faith to someone<BR>that did not know much, nor anyone<BR><BR>she strode out with faith, good humor and gust<BR>and took to heart, wise words spoken in trust<BR>No guts no glory - no courage, no story<BR><BR>She did not really know what she was doing<BR>tried to learn the ropes, as fast as she was going<BR>and it took her and swept her away<BR>to a land only dreamed of for many a past day<BR><BR><BR>.. and so Alandriel was 'born'<BR>I will never be good at rhyming<BR>but wanted to say my thanks to many a great souls at TORC<BR>who afforded me a chance and took my enthusiasm in stride! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Merry X-mas 2002!
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Postby erinhue » Fri May 23, 2003 4:41 am

This thread came close to its demise <BR>But now it's time for it to rise<BR>Post a line or two<BR>That tells about you<BR>And bump this thread up to the skies<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby Ithilien » Fri May 23, 2003 6:38 am

<BR><BR>Here I come to try my hand<BR>and to rhyme is my command!<BR><BR>I came to the boards <BR>I came from the South<BR>but not many words<BR>come from my mouth.<BR><BR>Now Master Hue<BR>gave me the cue,<BR>thinks I can rhyme<BR>how untrue!<BR><BR>I have tried my best<BR>the weight is off my chest,<BR>now I can go, back to Talk<BR>among the chat, forever walk.<BR><BR>To end this poem, I shall display<BR>one last rhyme, to your dismay:<BR><BR>To sign this thread this forest came<BR>every tree shall write its name<BR>will they rhyme or be at shame?<BR>they don't care, its all the same!<BR><BR><BR>-Ithy-<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Teltasarewen » Fri May 23, 2003 10:41 am

Tomorrow it will be a year <BR>Since I had come to join you here<BR>A lonely elf I once had been<BR>I now have friends on which to lean<BR>For this I thank Lord Erinhue<BR>Who showed this elf what she could do<BR>A Bard I am and proud of this<BR>My thanks to you, a hug and kiss.<BR><BR>*******<BR>Telta-Master Bard<BR>Official Vana Honourary Adoptee<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>-TSSAB<BR>Mistress of Lightspeed Cross Stitch<BR>Wielder of "Bethlompalan"Star Ring of the Tale Bearer<BR>E.O.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby Jaxon » Thu Jul 24, 2003 8:38 pm

<i>Of Aramere and Blood & Fire!</i><BR><BR>The squire of a noblewoman<BR>Raised by a king, his past unwoven<BR><BR>An eastern land far from his home<BR>It called his name and he did roam<BR>Away from Fornost, to the dragon's den<BR>Heritage revealed by enemy and friend<BR><BR>A painful secret buried deep<BR>A promise made, his life to keep<BR><BR>A tragic tale across land and time<BR>A sons return to the sea will find<BR>A young boy grown into man will bring<BR>The Sagath Honour, and Rhûn a King<BR><BR>
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