The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and Tolkien - The One Ring

by **Lady Galadriel** » Mon Jul 02, 2001 5:10 am

Thank you, dear friend, I love you too, in a most platonic way (it is funny, but my maiden name was Platon - our equivalent of Plato, the phylosopher), so for me platonic can also be translated as "my own very personal way". Have a nice day! I am almost ready to go home, but I was happy to catch you on-line!

by **Arwen740** » Mon Jul 02, 2001 6:47 pm

The mighty granite walls sing a scarlet sunset song over the valley, causing the breeze to sigh and dissipate. The sheltering calm of dusk descends as vulnerable creatures move through the veils of gray shadow to warily nuzzle the cool grasses. The butterflies settle to sleep, one overlapping the other as leaves upon the trees. The shining eyes of the garden stare up into the sky as one by one stars pierce the fabric of night. How perilous is the beauty, tender and hushed, seemingly asleep in her fragrant grasses. For deep beneath the surface, below the sleeping child seed, beneath the aching root, beneath the cold bone of stone, there flows the coursing bloodstream of her heart. Never still, always churning, the flow burns and pulses deep within her. And as life rises like a young mother from the waters and bears her child, so too she will devour her young as she returns serenely to the sea. Not with anger or malice but in the delicate balance of creation and destruction does she gather her chldren to her breast. And so we sleep wrapped in her tender arms, a garden in which we share a banquet of bliss and beauty, and one day to finally become her feast.

by **~Beren~** » Thu Jul 05, 2001 9:46 am

The beauty that is ~Luthien~ whispers to me in the fragrance of the garden. My mind speaks to her in words expressed, "We can go farther beyond, for the Garden is magical. A lady watches and whispers here, and the birds and butterflies kiss her gentle lips." ~Beren~ draws ~Luthien close and runs his fingers through her hair taking in every aspect of her beauty as the birds sing and play.

by **Arwen740** » Thu Jul 05, 2001 7:27 pm

As I sit beside the river the moon rises above the granite wall, peering inquisitively down at me. Her coy expression is engaging as I smile at her 3/4 view. On the nearby granite outcropping a pack of wolves trot round and round, their silver smiles gleaming. The leader, a large gray-white male and his black mate dance up to the top of the rocks. The mysterious music begins as they yowl and yap, sending chills up my spine in the silver-spun light of evening. I look up to see the honey gold sweetness of two eyes dancing in the darkness nearby. Shyly side stepping through the underbrush, tentative and wary, she gazes from a short distance, sniffing the air. I very slowly melt down into the grass on my belly, lying very still. I listen to the cool ground as sweet grasses tickle my ear and nose. After a long time, I feel the vibration of feet, the throbbing footfall of a cautious being, darting and swerving, testing my reaction as I lay perfectly still. My face is away from the wolf, facing towards the moon as she rises higher and higher above the gray cliff. The sudden warm exhalation on my hand surprises me as I had not heard the silent approach, the narrow chested gait of the shy girl. The thrill of contact swirls through my belly as I thank the moon, the sweet earth, the granite walls and the sweet grass for this rare touch with the wild one. I slowly turned my head in time to see the tail disappear between the trees, too quick for even a quick glance. And she is gone.

by **RavenTinuviel** » Mon Jul 16, 2001 8:12 am

Raven flies in the night sky looking down at the glisten of the Garden. Young love stare into each others eyes and the garden caresses them in its embrace. Lady Galadriel walking lightly through the grass, whispering to Terry D upon the wind. A magic is here where friends gather, and Lady Arwen caretaking and holding all in her love.

by **erinhue** » Mon Jul 16, 2001 7:59 pm

The heady fragrant breath of spring, warmed beneath the toast gold rays of sunlight, transfomed into summer's soft, well roasted breeze. The brightest spirit can know shadow just as the happiest life can know tears, but such sadness and shade are for another season. The serene peace and glorious beauty of the Butterfly Garden, which set both mind and heart soaring to its own delight, would not allow for that. Erinhue would not think of them today. The blessed breeze danced in the dragonharp's strings, sending random music up to ride its twists and twirls. As has happened so wonderfully often, the music played right through him and Erinhue began to sing.

by **erinhue** » Mon Jul 16, 2001 8:10 pm

Summer That season of gold in both the pace of life And Natures's circular route through time The fruitation of all springtime's blooming promise And culmination of all youthfull aspiration Lemmon aid and onion grass The bluest skies with popcorn clouds The endless peaceful pleasure of the spirit Where time stands still whenever we are watching. The diamond sparkled moments That mellow into autumn's back lit memories A time made for the future To paint the past in colors that survive The coming chill of winter And the quiet night beyond.

by **Arwen740** » Tue Jul 17, 2001 7:22 pm

The garden trembles as the mighty granite walls shuffle their feet. Deep beneath root song where seeds dream in winter lie the living caverns of crystal. Their beauty lies hidden, untouched by light as mist-driven rivers flow ever deeper through the earth's arteries. The painful upheaval of bone and grit cause the valley to groan and swoon in agony. Shards of fragile beauty are thrust upward, slicing through the rich, velvet body of the garden. The river turns sharply, bending its serpentine body to adjust to the sudden contractions of the earth's womb. Beauty is born of such joy and pain as life rises again and again from darkness. A bard sings of his joy. His sweet song is a gentle breeze, caressing the tender blades of grass. His voice a tender salve of comfort in the deep sea of night.

by **~Luthien~** » Fri Jul 20, 2001 10:18 am

Lying in his arms, I felt my soul return to the charm of innocence, almost feeling like a child. His doting embrace has swept my ability to dream of what fairy tales I never imagined could come true, and as I looks in his recondite eyes I feel myself drifting deeper in love. Rising out of this trance I whisper softly, yet of the gentle flow of waters for the gardens enchantment seemed to morph my voice, "Beren, let us go in this garden and find what splendor there is, for I would not give this day to anyone if they asked!"

by **~Beren~** » Fri Jul 20, 2001 4:52 pm

"Let us walk the garden m'lady, your hand in mine and see all it has to offer the senses!" ~Beren~ & ~Luthien~ stepped through the grass and watched as the Raven flew above and the water flowed beside the flowers and grass that rustled in the wind.

by **~Luthien~** » Sat Jul 21, 2001 10:21 am

~Luthien~ gazed upon the sapphire water, and it appeared to set the effulgent gleam of diamonds in her eyes. Her gaze turned to ~Beren~ and in the soft morning glow of the sun she saw a luminescence about his face. Hand in hand they took each other and looked upon the emerald fields of grass, pondering of what could possibly be more wonderful than this. "I wonder if I'm in a reverie."

by **Arwen740** » Sun Jul 29, 2001 2:27 pm

Good night sweet garden. Midday becomes midnight, Warm summer becomes mid-winter as soft snowflakes fall. I kiss the heart of the valley good bye. I've loved your gentle heart.

by **aurora1** » Mon Aug 06, 2001 2:39 pm

This looks like a warm, gentle place to rest. Love has presided here and now everyone is gone. What a beautiful place to get lost in.

by **RavenTinuviel** » Tue Aug 07, 2001 3:05 pm

The raven flies above and smiles on Aurora as she watched one rest. Gliding down to land on the willow, the raven curiously beams at the newcomer in the garden.

by **Terry D** » Thu Aug 09, 2001 11:43 am

A soft rain shimmered, within a tender blue sky,.. flowers smiled and fleeting clouds sighed, "I will awaken soon...."

by **~Luthien~** » Sun Aug 12, 2001 8:15 am

~Luthien~ set foot onto the softness of the luscious garden and perceived the faint sparkle of a river beside the verdant grass. As she saw the raven gracefully glide over the water it touched her heart as splendor always had. Her eyes then turned on ~Beren~ over all the magic she had seen and lightly her lips touched his and overwhelmed his heart with a warmth inside.

by **Hunter** » Sun Aug 12, 2001 1:56 pm

Wandering through the butterfly gardens and into the neighboring forest, Hunter seeks some peaceful solitude where she may rest. A shaded glen nestled in the midst of towering pines beckons to her and as she sits upon the soft ground covered in rust-colored needles from the surrounding pines, she breathes a restful sigh and rests her head against the rough trunk. Her eyes are heavy and there is the ghost of a smile on her lips as she drifts into needed slumber in the late afternoon sun.

by **Snowdog** » Mon Aug 27, 2001 11:06 am

The world stood long and tall, a formidable barrier to ultimate happiness for Snowdog, and so a time was taken to leave the world..... .....Walking into the woodlands of the fringe, the trail meandered up and down, crossing creeks and traversing rocks. Some miles in, a swarm of honey bees made their way to the garden's flowers. They waved as they passed and we move on. The afternoon sun grew long in shadow as I came to a lake, a beautiful lake. I sat down and looked at its glass appearance and was lost in its dream. As I sat the butterflies came to me, small orange ones about 2" in wingspan, and their black blotches a pattern unique to each one. They kissed my face and hands, and rode with my every movement un worried, for they were beautiful. Beautiful as the Lady's heart that so long rested here, and is now so missed, I long for her to return to the butterfly garden. The lake so still played with the birds so low, and the Coots ran across the water and then they dived below. The three lady Queens stood tall, their outline by the sun. With their shimmering dress of snow, watching over the Butterflies, the birds, and me. The trout would turn the water, and where the yellowjacket did drink, was now soft ring ripples, upon the face of the lake. An insect came flying, making a low drone, and landing near me to say hello, He was a sight to behold. He was black with yellow eyes, and antenna segments. his legs were black and yellow, and red and white spots along his side, with a forked tail that must have helped him in flight. Paintbrush clouds in the sun now spread across the sky. Kissing the moon gently as they slowly walked by, turning loose joy and smiles upon my face. The butterflies gathered upon my pack, as the sun sank behind the ladie standing, will the stay all night? As darkness slowly creeps across the mirror lake, the moon shines through the clouds color hue. From yellow to orange to red to purple too! The bats then came to play above the lake in twilight, fluttering and dancing in their erratic flight. Their silent peeps were music to my ears, and it all was so beautiful it brought me to tears. Th eblack of night then threw its blanket of stars across the sky as the mountains to into its arms the moon into its embrace. The silence whispered over the lake and land it seemed, and the whispers of the wind, did finally lull me to sleep.

by **mandos** » Tue Aug 28, 2001 11:45 am

mandos enters the garden by the back gate. Straining to push the heavy wheelborrow, laden with supplies, he makes his way to a small, shadowed corner near the tree and plaque placed in memory of Mork and Glork. There he uses his spade to dig a small footing, and when finished, he begins to mix together the cement and sand for mortar. Placing a few large stones into the hole, he begins to raise a pedistal. Carefully setting and tapping each smooth grey slate stone into it's bed straight and level. Wiping each one clean, and then moving to the next one up the column. Soon, the base is at the hight he wishes and he places the last mortar for the top stone. Black onyx, thick, wide, flat and polished glass smooth with an inset in the middle. Once the top stone is set, into this inset mandos places a bronze plaque, fitting it into it's setting. With a clean towel wiping his hands, and cleaning off a few smudges here and there, mandos looks upon his work and reads again the plaque. The Wags Guild April 15 - August 26 2001 Next time he visits, mandos thinks it would be a good idea to bring some potted flowers to plant at the base of the pedistal. Maybe an orchid or two.

by **sandra** » Fri Aug 31, 2001 7:55 pm

She gazed at length from behind a broad Oak, it's bough richly laden with acorn fruit. The man formerly dubbed the 'King of Life', affectionately known as 'Boss' had been striving to erect a monument in honour of a passion now deceased. Having pinched her flowing black skirt between the knees, she firmly held her sweeping blonde tresses back in a bunch and stood fast. Though only mildly the wind blew, her hair had been flickering and she didn't wish to entice his attention away from his solemn task. He wasn't one to seek pity, coupled with his desire to gather his thoughts in solitude, she felt her presence would be an invasion of his privacy. A Robin chirped merrily from a nearby fence as it paraded it's reddened breast while the coo's of a Dove echoed a tree over yonder. A rabbit skipped across into the wooded area after feasting on the fresh grass. The man noticed nothing around , his eyes focused only on the gleaming epitaph. A few moments later, he began to gather his tools. One by one he tossed them into the dusty barrow. Giving a final look, he turned and walked slowly away. The barrow's wheel squeaked loudly as he pushed it down the stoney path and back out of the black gate. Stepping out from behind the tree, and picking up her basket of newly cut red roses, she made her way to eye his work. She knelt upon the bracken covered ground, sighing as she read the plaque. It's highly polished black onyx shone deeply. Not a flaw to be seen.... Started back in April past He didn't know that it would last Taking on the main character role It quickly became his heart and sole Now his fate with women was truly sealed That's when he called it The Wags Guild In most of the days it made him smile Some would class it as beguile Many came and posted within Never knew it would be raised as sin Some tried in vain to make it all clean But alas it was taken, never again to be seen A lesson to learn, always show respect Or end up in trouble, a total reject And now we have experienced his anger at best He buried the thread Wags in a grave to rest Here is his memorial, a shining epitaph Perhaps 6ft down, the Wags are having a laugh That's how I wish to remember it most A fun loving thread with Mandos, it's host Leaning forward , she takes a red rose from her basket, kisses it's velvet petals and gently lays it at the pedalstal's base. Climbing to her feet, she bids farewell and leaves.....

by **Arwen740** » Sat Sep 01, 2001 9:51 pm

I return to the garden to search for my old friend. Her twilight wings glide through the shadows of sorrow along the cool valley walls. As the cool breeze whispers of autumn, the change of season enters our hearts. Now we quickly gather our provisions for winter, the love of family and friends, to keep us warm when our hearts descend into the mother for sleep, nourishment and comfort. We must go through these dark, lonely times, drawing on our seed strength to send new roots into the ground. In time the sun will warm our lives and we will be drawn once more into the golden light. Dearest Raven, these painful times will pass. Though you may feel alone and sad, I carry you in my heart. We need your precious spirit to teach us how to soar freely above the earth. Please continue to bless us with your presence. Love, Arwen

by **RavenTinuviel** » Mon Sep 03, 2001 2:59 am

Raven soars in the southering sun, feeling the cold reach out from the north. She smiles as her friend again comes to the garden and she dives to her to land upon her shoulder. Rubbing her golden hair she smiles and says, "My friend, you are blessed! You have found the warmth you so deserved and you should cherish him always with all your heart and soul. Your hand on this place will remain always, and I will soar above and watch down upon you as you walk with your love hand in hand through the Butterfly garden. And the seasons do change and as this spring gave birth to your beautiful presence here, so to will next spring give birth to new life and love. My friend, I will always watch over you, and you will take care of your love and yourself for days eternal, and will wither not but spring forth anew every day in the glow of your love. Thank you dear lover of butterflies for reaching out a hand to let this bird land and rest near you and to get to know you. Please return often to these hallowed gardens." Raven took a strand of Arwen's golden hair and flew away, above the garden she went and circled. She could see her babies flying on their own far to the east, and she could see below in a lonely corner of the garden a monument built in memorial of a deceased guild thread. But Raven saw no memorial to Sandra, and she looked about to and fro for any sign of her friend. She flew low to a dark corner to see the woman laid to rest in her coffin, with nobody there to say goodbye. She was carried out and laid to rest in the ground, 6 feet below with nobody to say goodbye. Raven turned and as she came to the ground she transformed into a woman, and with a guitar in hand she stepped to the edge of the grave. Looking down at her old friend she opened her mouth and out dropped the golden strand of hair from her new friend to come to reast atop the casket. This is what binds time, and old friends are lost and new ones made, and as she is laid to final rest, Raven started to sing.... SONGS TO AGING CHILDREN COME Through the windless wells of wonder By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one People hurry by so quickly Don't they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Some come dark and strange like dying Crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings of crying So much said in listening Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me Songs to aging children came This is one © 1969 Joni Mitchell (Clouds) Raven cries for her friend as she rains tears down upon her, and turning finally she looks about and she sees the wind still blowing and the leaves still rustling, and with a final tear she flies away, waving goodbye to her friend. Sandra Lilly, I love you! Goodbye my friend. And Raven circled higher and higher towards the sun, Again to look about the Butterfly garden and to smile ans she watches the blossoming love between her two new friends.

by **Broken-Arrow** » Tue Sep 04, 2001 10:59 pm

I t has it in this time that Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse leads my mâhta'sóoma and I enter the Butterfly garden on a late summer day. The vehpôtse leaves on the trees are weathered from sun and wind, and some surrender life now to allow other leaves to live yet some more days. My feet touch the grass so soft between my toes, and I hear the sound of Children! I walk to the sounds and I see Spiderwalker carrying Nightkicker upon his shoulder, While baby Dustcloud picks daisys in the grass. I look for another, bt no other there is, and I slowly step over to them. Their happiness in their laughter fills the glade with spirit, and the butterflies dance among the branches and leaves. A Raven sails high above, circling to watch, ans Spiderwalker sees me. "Mom? You are here!" And he runs with Nightkicker close behind. I cry tears of joy as I hug Spiderwalker, and I say, "You have gron so big! You will go and hunt when the winter comes!" I look and see a hand reach out to me, and I bend down to see the little boy. who shyly stood behind his brother, but he smiled big and gave me a hug as I held his hand. "You have grown too my little one! Youare a beautiful young man!" And a cry could be heard as we turn and walk together to Dustcloud. I pick up my young one, and he laughs and waves his arms so happily. I kiss him and in turn Nightkicker and Spiderwalker, and Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse stands in the trees awaiting me. A fresh apple hangs in that tree, ripened by the sun, and the kids each take one and eat, and are filled and are happy. I hold the apple and I cry, for I do not wish to leave my children, but Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse whispers to me that I cannot stay, for my time to walk on the wind has not yet come. He quiets mt spirit and as I stand, I hear a faint young girl's voice whispering on the wind as the butterflies danced, "I love you mommy!" she says to me softly, and I hear Tried To Live now on the wind. I take the hand of Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse and I share my apple with him, and he leads me to a river, flowing through hearts. I sit there and listen to the waters sing, and I lay down to sleep, dreams fill with my children's voices.

by **Arwen740** » Wed Sep 05, 2001 6:54 pm

The echos of laughter dance along the granite cliffs of the valley. The butterfly chrysallises have long since released their winged blossoms and still I wonder. Does the caterpillar recognize the butterfly, or do we inch our way tediously through the branches of our existence, blind to our becoming? I do think that some of us see the butterflies that fly freely above us. And I do believe that we will all become butterflies. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>

by **Genuvere** » Fri Sep 07, 2001 7:25 am

Genuvere lays her head in the grass and cries... So many have passed, and are seen no more. Terry Do and his words waxing Poetic, Lady Galadriel who would grace the gardens, And in her happiness I see too Arwen fade, giving her beautiful words only to her love. Snowdog still steps here and there, but too his words seeming to be few. And my dearest Sir Forinor Arthedain..... What will become of the Gardens? New replace the old? The words of my friend Raven rings strong, And the sweet sadness of Broken Arrow... Will we all become butterflies? And after we lay our eggs of words here we will fade? I cry, for I love the people here new and old, and it is the way of this place.. to grow and fade To make friends and lose them, and to find love and to lose it. Will we all become butterflies? Or are we now butterflies going about our life here. To hatch new and to crawl the leaves, filling ourselves on the greenery that is this place, and the time comes for us to change as we sleep, and for a time we are gone... To emerge transformed and beautiful, and seeing the places we used to go changed also? We then leave our eggs to hopefully hatch anew for another generation.

by **Broken-Arrow** » Mon Sep 10, 2001 8:04 am

Broken Arrow's mâhta'sóoma slipped through the air as Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse led her to Genuvere. She had to look again, but only faint shadows remained where her children played. Her mâhta'sóoma stood now with Genuvere as she stood holding a leaf that had fallen premature from a tree. "Listen Genuvere to the wind, do you see it? Yet you can feel it upon your face and hands! Too soon in life the leaves return to earth, but in death they generate renewal and beauty for seasons to come. Let your mâhta'sóoma hear the words of Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse and think and sleep, and open to what the whispering says to you!" Broken Arrow's mâhta'sóoma took again Ma'háhko'e Ôhtanovóósánêstse's hand and she wept forher children, and for Genuvere to find peace in the Butterfly Garden.

by **RavenTinuviel** » Thu Sep 13, 2001 7:36 am

Raven landed in a tree, unable to fly. The weight if death hung about her as she cried. But the sun was still out, and the fall colors were blooming, and the world is still a place of beauty, but the mist in her eyes kept her from seeing it for a time. In silence Raven sat unmoving, remembering all that will laugh or cry no more.

by **Terry D** » Fri Sep 14, 2001 1:20 am

My heart is yours, Lady Raven... A Elbereth,..

by **Terry D** » Sun Sep 16, 2001 8:31 am

Orald smiled, then danced upon the air, a carpet of larkspur and dandy-lions danced beneath his feet... he sang a song of the soon-to-be Ranger... "... hee dil, dondy dill, hey Bombadillo Raven fair, unveils her hair and butterflies dance in Old Man Willow..." Orald smiled, his animated face turned upward, to blue sky through green leaves... butterflies danced amid cool breezes...

by **Terry D** » Mon Sep 17, 2001 6:26 pm

Orald whispered of love... his heart, deep with passion, joined each whispering word and caressed them with bouquets of remembrance... green eyes twinkled in glistening smile... bending down he touched the memorial... "The Wags Guild... sleep well princes and princesses,.. rest in this garden of love..."

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