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Postby Terry D » Mon Sep 17, 2001 6:30 pm

Take a seat on that comfy hillock of clover and daisy. Rest friends... let me make an elixir to warm you and then,.. I'll be back in a jiff with something special.<BR><BR>Now let's see, I'll need twenty gallons of vanilla ice cream... good, great! I just did this in erinhue's "Welcome" Inn... and he had all the "Blue Bell" we need in his freezer! Now a bottle of Kahlua,.. bottle of Creme de Cocoa,.. a bottle of Amaretto,.. a bottle of Cherry Brandy,.. a small can of pineapples,... yes, that will do it. Okay, good, this Cherry Brandy vat is almost empty, I'll just use it. Remove one side, errrrrrr, uhhhmmmpp,, Pop! Now, Ice Cream first, then the Kahlua, Creme de Cocaoa, Amaretto, Well, the brandy is already in there, uhhmmm chop, then plop in the pineapples... <BR><BR>Now, if I can only recall the mixing spell... uhhmmm, yes "Haruumm diddle dumm, wickety wackity whumm, around the vat, mix and match, in flurries, in slushies, in fun!"<BR><BR>Great! now two large cups of Aerin's Elven Kahlua Iced Brandy Delight for my dear friends... here princesses, princes, I hope this will refresh you... Anybody else want some? There is more than enuff?<BR><BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR>Lift glass and heart, for those untimely taken... "Mere Moments"...<BR><BR>In violence they disappeared from our earthly touch...<BR>yet, ever-new, eternal, they linger<BR>and rejoice in the Haven of Grace...<BR>Sob in earnest this day.<BR>We ache, for the pain is too much...<BR><BR>Gaze backwards through memory's haze,<BR>Look forward, toward assured embrace,<BR>They await, ethereal essence,<BR>We are waiting, earthly dross...<BR><BR>Faithful the moment, when we will rejoin them...<BR>with infinite songs, unlimited hope and joyous hugs.<BR>Celestial distance will never diminish,<BR>the fire of love from season’s past…<BR>Look deeply in the mirror,<BR>those we care for are ever near.<BR>Within the Fabric of Love,<BR>we all have our part...<BR>Hand in hand and heart to heart.<BR><BR>Mere moments, and they were taken...<BR>Hearts cried in thousand-voiced chorus,<BR>Momentarily caught, eternally released,<BR>into starlight and song...<BR>For us, they will ever belong.<BR><BR>Mere moments, and we were shaken...<BR>Remaining temporarily in this shadow play.<BR>Mere moments and we will be taken.<BR>Claiming companions that seemed lost on the way.<BR><BR>We will soon lift our voices together,<BR>we will soon be enveloped in song.<BR>Soon, the comfort, the presence of reunion<BR>and those we love, never truly gone,<BR>will guide us into the Ethereal Garden,<BR>where we remain, always near, never gone.<BR><BR>We will never have to remember,<BR>too dear to ever forget,<BR>this fated, distorted September,<BR>too near the awful regret.<BR>Linger with hearts, soft and tender,<BR>in arms loving, held, ever close.<BR>Eternal our sharing entwines us<BR>Infinite companions ever-yet....<BR><BR>To the fallen, hail!<BR>To those who remain...<BR>Let sadness rend our hearts of tears,<BR>so that hope and peace<BR>will companion our remaining years.<BR><BR>Forgive us all, Lord.<BR>
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Postby Arwen740 » Mon Sep 17, 2001 8:06 pm

The luscious drink is soothing and refreshing. Thank you dearest Orald. I shall bathe in it for awhile. <BR><BR>I am so moved by your beautiful poem. I can only sit on this grassy bank for awhile and watch the stars appear.<BR><BR>Dearest Raven, my tears join yours. Please alight here beside me and sing your beautiful song. <BR><BR>Dearest Broken Arrow, my heart breaks. I know you will return but I will keep you in my heart. My tears flow because you must go for awhile but I know you will return. In the short time I've known you you've touched me so deeply with your strength, your beauty, and your deep soul. Please remember we are with you where you are going. If you are lonely or need to talk, just go to a hillside and look up at the sky and I will be sitting beside you. I will sing to you on the wind, dear Broken Arrow. <BR><BR>Now Orald, sing your beautiful poem again, please. Yes, it is so beautiful and sweet. I will return to hear it again soon.
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Postby Harvestar » Tue Sep 18, 2001 1:28 am

Harvestar creeps into the Butterfly Garden. Seeing Arwen sitting on the hillside, watching the stars, she sits down next to her friend, and squeezes her hand. The bright stars twinkle above, steadfast and unchanging. <BR><BR>Broken-Arrow, I send thoughts to you by the stars and moon. May you have a safe journey and may there be a swift recovery. <BR><BR>Terry D, mmm...thank you for the wonderful beverage! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>And for your beautiful words! <BR><BR>Harvestar watches the peaceful rising of Saturn, as the cool breeze waves the grasses. <BR><BR>
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Postby Terry D » Tue Sep 18, 2001 2:17 pm

And Earth bowed her head in gentle prayer, as Night genuflected upon her pastoral busom... sleep well, Mother is watching....
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 20, 2001 11:10 pm

These two selections from "The Tolkien Virgin" forum, are whispering through the boughs of trees... Orald begins to sing a song of Memory,.. for those who have abode then departed, within the heart of TolkienOnline... dream on, fair mistresses and masters of word and our hearts... <BR><BR>"Hail and well met" ~~~~~~~~~~~to those whom we have come to love, those who have written wella and loved equally... those ethereal presences who have departed the realm of TORC... we long for their return...<BR><BR>thank you mark-edmond... thankful~huuggs m-e!!<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR>These two selections from mark-edmond, echo within the maze of TORC. I hear voices from the past, reverberating with quality, the essence of what writing should be... Tolkienian in the most etheral sense.<BR><BR>This thread is a memorial to the many people who come and go, reknown presences of immense worth, the myriad writers aboard TORC.<BR><BR>many huuggs and thanks mark-edmond<BR><BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR>A Tolkien Virgin: The Return of the King - Book V - Chapter 1 -- The Journey Continues<BR>Wednesday, September 19, 2001<BR>The Reading Room : A Tolkien Virgin : <BR><BR><BR>"A pale smile, like a gleam of cold sun on a winter's evening, passed over the old man's face; but he bent his head and held out his hand, laying the shards of the horn aside. 'Give me the weapon!' he said..." <BR>Book V<BR>Chapter 1<BR>Minas Tirith<BR>Can you feel it?<BR><BR>All so quiet and tense. "The deep breath before the plunge."<BR><BR>That's what strikes me most about this opening chapter: the tactile, sinister tension. Waiting for the hammer to strike.<BR><BR>This longish chapter opens with Gandalf and Pippin upon Shadowfax racing for Minas Tirith. They see the fires, "The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for aid. War is kindled," and Gandalf urges Shadowfax on.<BR><BR>Now, is it just me or is the description of Minas Tirith a little confusing. If you've been following these articles, you may notice a trend in this. I get the greatness, strength, beauty, the various levels and gates, but actually putting it all together and visualizing the city as a whole I couldn't do. Thankfully, my copy has the art of Ted Nasmith's idea of Minas Tirith on the cover--awesome. Again, his weakness being people (and animals) and his strength being landscapes, the painting is fabulous and really helped.<BR><BR>Eventually Pippin and Gandalf are brought before the Steward, Denethor. The vast hall all wrought in stone is just awesome and I like how Denethor's seat is on the first step of the stair to the throne. It's a really interesting plot element to have the Stewards ostensibly awaiting the return of the king after so much time. Though, I'm interested to see how Aragorn's arrival is actually received.<BR><BR>Pippin is consistently amusing. First, he chimes in and tells the guards not to let Gandalf deceive them--while Gandalf was in the midst of trying to gain admittance for Pippin. Then, when he feels insulted by Denethor, who should be intimidating to anyone, Pippin proudly offers his service to him out of gratitude to Boromir. So, now Pippin has sworn fealty to the Steward... with Aragorn on his way to displace him. What happens if Denethor isn't too happy about relinquishing power to Aragorn? Could Pippin be called to fight against Aragorn when he arrives? That would be ironic!<BR><BR>Pippin's observations about Gandalf is the number two thing that jumped out at me in this chapter. During the stare down between Denethor and Gandalf, Pippin's thoughts wander toward Gandalf's age. He's the first character to do so. Wondering, just how old is Gandalf? Later when Pippin and Gandalf are alone again, Pippin sees something else in Gandalf that I found profound, "under all there was a great joy: a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing, were it to gush forth." That is an amazing thing to perceive given the immediate situation. What is the source of that fountain?<BR><BR>Pippin meets and spends some time with Beregond, a likeable man of arms. They become friends, it seems, but things get grimmer, especially as a "fell Rider of the air," disheartens them as it passes. Later, when Pippin meets Beregond's son, Bergil, that little incident brought a smile to my face. But, then, too few men arrive to aid Minas Tirith, the city's lights are dimmed, and the chapter closes with Gandalf saying, "The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn."<BR><BR>So, I was left with that feeling of dark tension I mentioned above.<BR><BR>Real quick before I go, I noticed that Pippin's speech sounded strange to the men of Gondor. It got me to thinking, what accents did the Hobbits (and the other Men and even other races) have in Tolkien's mind? What, did those in Gondor sport a high British accent, while the hobbits had a Yorkshire or Scottish accent, or something like that? Tolkien read the books on tape didn't he? Or was that just the Hobbit? At any rate, I wonder if that would be any clue as to the different accents. How much you wanna bet that the Gondor folk have American accents in the movies! Ha!<BR><BR>till next time,<BR>keep thinking,<BR><BR>mark-edmond<BR>Kanazawa, Japan<BR><BR><BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>I don't have a lot of time tonight... work! <BR><BR>... but, I just popped in for a quick hello,.. when I saw mark-e had just posted a new TVirgin vignette... I had to stop and read, after all, m-e was the one responsible for me signing on board star-ship TORC!<BR><BR>I had spent the summer, "when rumors were ripe,.." the summer when PJ's films were being unveiled. What memories,.. the Y2K glitch was in full swing... rumor of Sean Connery... devisional alternates, and the birth of the purist/re-visionists dichotomy! Did Balrogs have wings? Watch out for the squirrels! <BR><BR>Among the web-sites that were awakened by PJ's films, one site had a neophyte Tolkienist, as a contributing commentator. A man of words named mark-edmond. <BR><BR>... sorry, later, I hope to get back, but work calls...<BR><BR>Okay, back...<BR><BR>Well, anyways, that summer of 1999,.. among the Tokien sites,.. the reason I returned to what is now tolkienonline... that wondrous community of mark-edmond fans and Varda experts, the core elementals of what became TORC,.. <BR><BR>well, that reason was, the Tolkien Virgin series!<BR><BR>Thanks, m-e! Big hug thanks!!!<BR><BR>I will return,.. brb...<BR><BR>... the first place I posted at TORC was in this forum. Back then, as a newbie, I had a lurchingly slow post count... two grades above lurking. There were several reasons a newbie counted each post, not the least, responding to the likes of mandos, Radagast, Lady Galadriel, Magpie Jen, Jon Goatleaf, erinhue, Vlheid, helpingfriendlybook,..! <BR><BR>Also, back then, a surfer had to lurk at certain sites... sheesh! lurking was an art and a phenomenon... not good for post count. But other sites demanded "attention"... it is the way of the net... nettentiontiquette...<BR><BR>Okay, sorry, back,.. I don't have a lot of time to post tonight... But, I had to include this wondrous post within its own Butterfly Garden... <BR><BR>Thanks, m-e...<BR><BR>"Book IV<BR>Chapter 7<BR>Journey to the Crossroads<BR>The calm before the storm.<BR><BR>The next day, blindfolded, Frodo, Sam and Smeagol are returned to the wood. Faramir says farewell and disappears with his companions. Frodo feels "as if a dream had past." And that's a good description, isn't it? Alone again with their task before them, as ever, their brief time with Faramir must have felt like a dream. But how long before this short rest and nourishment wear off and Frodo gets depressed again? They head off through the woods. Sam and Frodo's packs are heavier thanks to rations from Faramir and they have new staves from Faramir, as well. Parting with gifts--perhaps not as cool as those from Galadriel when they left Lothlorien--that are bound to be helpful.<BR><BR>I noticed that Gollum was able to move about in the day, even if in the shade, I wonder if that's a symptom of a change in him. But, where did he go at night, and why does he hurry them along? He couldn't be in league with the enemy. I mean, he helps Frodo in hopes of retrieving his Precious and has vowed to never let it return to Sauron... so why does he keep disappearing? Where is he going and why is he, specifically, in such a hurry? What does he know or fear that he won't say? At any rate, as I read, I became more and more anxious on account of Gollum's proddings. Toward the end of the chapter, I could feel Sauron's evil stirring as the unnatural dark falls on the land.<BR><BR>The closing of this chapter is one of the best. The ancient statue defaced, Frodo discovers its head, crowned with flowers and light. Frodo's exclaims, "They cannot conquer forever!" and night falls like a curtain. It's just perfect.<BR><BR>till next time,<BR><BR>keep thinking,<BR><BR>mark-edmond"<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>nuff said...<BR><BR><BR>-------------------------<BR>Tickled member of the Hugging Guild huugggss for Arwen and Crispy!!!! <BR><BR>"While you see a chance, take it,.. to find romance..." <BR>Steve Windwood huuggss for the Ladies of TORC!!!!<BR>
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Postby tuile » Thu Sep 20, 2001 11:43 pm

<i>Tuile steps gently on the grass, her toes begging not to be stubbed. She slowly makes her way over to Harvie and Arwen, soaking up the wonderous warm floral aroma in the air. There is a gentle breeze that pushes the scents closer in, almost enveloping her, and then out and away... Far above, a lone star streaks its existence across the gem-studded heavens. The trees rustle welcomes and the butterflies whisper hellos. <BR><BR>Tuile finds TerryD busily stirring a fabulous mixture that smells marvelous. She looks at Terry with a bright gleam in her eye.<BR><BR>"Would you drink a cup with me, kind sir? I thank you for inviting me into this gentle place." </i><BR><BR><BR>PS- Terry!! I LOVE M-E's posts!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> They were the first things I started reading on the site before the message board!!! He has a wonderful approach to the books that always lends something refreshing to my reading of them. Wonderfully fun!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Terry D » Fri Sep 21, 2001 12:30 am

Orald swoons, then sings... his heart fluttering with butterflies...<BR><BR>TD waltzs up to tuile, bearing two cups of Iced Elixir... "Care to dance, my Lady?"<BR><BR>Without hesitation, Knight and Princess begin to dance to the tune of Orald's echoing voice... "He Tom, Bom ba tomm, he derry dillo... over hill and o'er dale, bounding Bombadillo...."
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Postby tuile » Fri Sep 21, 2001 12:44 am

<i>Waltzing effortlessly under the sleepy stars, wonderous Knight in hand, Tuile feels as though she is drifting in a dream to amazing to be realized,......or was it just the elixir!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0></i><BR><BR>(00, have a marvel00s Friday Terry...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>T0 bed I g00..)<BR>((HUGS))
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Postby tuile » Fri Sep 21, 2001 12:37 pm

<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>Terry, I am late in expressing my awe over that poem, "Mere Moments"... I didn't know quite what to say when I first read it...it is beautiful...thank you for sharing your poems with us!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby tuile » Wed Sep 26, 2001 1:58 am

<i>A dweam wifin a dweam....<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> ...Tuile is swept up in the moments...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>..each suspended in time like dew on a branch...serentiy and bliss reside here..</i><BR><BR>w00t<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 27, 2001 6:11 am

Darkness ceased into a glimmering twilight,.. twilight passed its delicate hand upon Mother Earth... the world renewed with an innocent vigor. Or, rather, renewal, more marvellous, re-awakend each of us?<BR><BR>Soft light, barely sufficient to make a sky, emanated through air, within flower, over each blade of grass,.. light, tremulous, vivified skin and shell, husk and hair,.. unveiling everything, anything, each leaf, feather, dew-drop, gust of wind. All visible with unworldly perception... either by a nether-light that poured from them, as fire from cosmic orb,.. or by inner-twilight that glowed of our eyes, of our recognition. Nothing cast a shadow, within, without...<BR><BR>Dancers of color and hue, things were things no more... interchanging memories of light. Things, ever growing, things ever showing, shape and colour, ethereal form and substance, became idea indwelling... what each was, was all being. And what was memory, was now revealed.<BR><BR>With our feet bare, we are in love with tended lawn and free pasture. As toes touch grass, naked, moist, soft... every plant, each world, being, life, unite within tender step and we are one. Micro, macro are at length atoned, harmonious, blended into supernal light! Bare foot, tickled toe discover life renewed with each step. This dance enters and enlivens with its light-hearted syncopation. This dance of twilight is Awareness. <BR><BR>Knowing life at once, knowing whence we came, to be there and at home as well... alive, cognizant that life is dancing through all.<BR><BR>Sense after sense, hitherto somnolent, awakes with each step... sense after sense incredible, bereft of description, heedless of words, reveals without description. Expansive recognition, ever making heart to receive, sight to consume and be consumed with hungry apprehension,.. that consciousness entering, when doorway opens and all are one. That twilight moment when breeze brushing lips of flower petal, is our breath, our unspoken yearning... when wing of flight is tinkling bell. We are that exquisite joy of the bell, we are taht release of breeze. Each becomes glad-union, every becomes you. The Abode of being becomes a temple of revel, a tabernacle of joyous revelation. <BR><BR>We are a peaceful ocean... <BR>Wave swells with continual thrill <BR>of ever lifting wave...<BR>Life is a cosmic dance.... <BR><BR>Realize that light and life and truth lovingly glow with the twilight of our eye's glance. Each dancing Elemental, mere and pure, is in itself bliss... when not blissful, not light, Element is but mirrored reflection-in-darkness. Inspiration is recognition, that dark breeze is were-shadow, that singing flight is a universal sigh of thanks-union. <BR><BR>Dawn's Herald, is auroral wind <BR>softly reminding, <BR>luminously recollecting, <BR>sweetly urging memory... <BR>Awareness' approaches. <BR><BR>Each prismatic ocean wave <BR>of scarlet and orange <BR>and crimson and gold, <BR>transforms aloft into below... <BR>horizon into footfall. <BR>With Dawn's rising, <BR>every little flower <BR>straightens its slender neck, <BR>stalk uplifted, <BR>head outstretched, expectant... <BR><BR>Something more glorious than Dawn, <BR>more crystaline than light, <BR>is approaching... <BR>Love Himself! Life Herself!<BR>They ever near, <BR>as the necks of all things, <BR>the stalk of human-kind <BR>reach out to see Mother-Father parade!<BR><BR>Childlike we dance, <BR>with beast and forest, <BR>garden and starlight! <BR><BR>Flutter on butterflies, <BR>dream dragonflies <BR>hover cloudlike, <BR>colour the sky <BR>with raining acceptance, <BR>spectrum awareness <BR>with infusing unity... <BR><BR>Dance on the new earth, <BR>frolic under the new heaven, <BR>discover them <BR>Visit that old friend, <BR>who has opened conversation, <BR>revealed heart, <BR>and we gaze deep within. <BR><BR>Dance now, dance free, <BR>dance onward into what was <BR>and ever will be.<BR>Fluttering wings in forest <BR>uplift soaring heart. <BR><BR>Heart and embowered canopy <BR>become haven, <BR>betwixt leaf and wing <BR>the uplifting air revels <BR>within and without... <BR>Butterfly Garden is an aerial vault, <BR>where children fly <BR>and elders dance, <BR>and memories eternal awaken, <BR>as if by twilight's chance....<BR>
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 27, 2001 6:56 am

Where does Gnosis and Eternal Law meet? In the ineffable act of existence, the fact of being. It is both Inspiring Mother and Creative Father, dual as one!<BR><BR>Do not falter with the singularity of a limited vision. Binocular sight reveals actuality. Both Mother Spirit and Father Creator, invoke the memory of what we are to be. Woman awakens sleeping man... into child of Light, living celestial inferno in human form.<BR><BR>It is when People construct an altered, flawed, reality,.. composed of partial verse and borrowed song, that disguise becomes the end all and be all. Law is firmament's embrace and Light is heart unveiled! Sing with the heaven's stars, kiss each Dawn's lips,.. dance Free! <BR><BR>Rules are contrived annoyances that foster enslaving mediocrity... This is where the binding murk clouds daylight, within a false Luciferian World... when people take Law as Architect Supreme, and bind fellow travellars to yoke of rule and submission. Remember that it is both the Mother's tender awakening and the Father's virile sleep, that is the heart of our existence.<BR><BR>The Gnosis within Creation are not diametrically opposed entities. The shadows of sleep that is our created universe, unites with the joyous song of Mother Spirt's Inspiration! Sleep in shadows no longer, quickly the Light appears!<BR><BR>We long to return home. Father has constructed temporary memory. Mother is the way to new born remembering! <BR><BR>Awaken Child! <BR><BR>Return King!
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Postby tuile » Thu Sep 27, 2001 7:02 am

G00ness Terry...wow. You are a constant marvel..I..wow..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>I'm going to hang out for a while in your poem, and thoroughly wiggle my toes in the cool grass of dreams, if ya don't mind, before I come up with a proper reply...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>What a marvelous place...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>*sigh*<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>Simply beautiful...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 27, 2001 10:31 am

Woosh, I wish, I would think a little more before writing... there are at least a dozen things I want to "fix" in my last two posts! But, there is someone here who requested a little aside into these waters... This was an attempt to begin the journey into the inexpressible.<BR><BR>Sorry about the parts that drivel and snivel like a snotty nose...
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 27, 2001 10:48 am

... a most unsual butterfly landed on pristine, white, lily... the butterfly lovingly vibrated and the lily knew, Terry loved t00le... <BR><BR>what a sweetums huggs, dancing one!!!
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Postby tuile » Thu Sep 27, 2001 1:04 pm

Terry!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>The lily swirled the butterfly up and around in a dew-dripped dance in the breeze..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Terry D » Thu Sep 27, 2001 9:36 pm

Orald smiled, then laughed as he marveled,.. as the lily swirled the butterfly up and around in a wonderful dance... t00le, as fairy light, mere luminous glistening, in the Petal's yellow dusted stamen,.. <BR><BR>...within and without, flew the glorious members of TORC Twilight, t00le, as fairy light, buzzed in a sky dance with myriad lights, thousands strong the orbs of luminescence flew in glorious circles...<BR><BR>A chorus of light, the dance blended... gloriously, the dancing rhythms of evanescent explosions intertwined into spirals that unveiled the heart of flower, the spirit of song...<BR><BR>Suddenly, t00le espied and orbited Mrs. Took and Terry and Arwen and Arthedainian and Lady Galadriel and Snowdog and sandra and Kl0nkky... as the dew-dripped dance continued in the rushing breezes and the twilight explosion of fairy balls! Dance Halls and taverns, village and green...Hobbit or Elven Maid, Dragon or Shadow, firelit, in orbits spiraled the Light... onward and upward, then, barrels inward to core...<BR><BR>several lone drops of dew, glistenend, in singular, moist globes, resting on golden pollen carpets... reflecting in Orald's twinkling, green eyes...<BR><BR>Orald laughed to tears, then smiled and nodded. t00le danced... Orald tipped his hat and, properly, fell fast to sleep... dream on fair t00le, dance fair Arwen... return daunt Arthedain, welcome mandos and Star... Orald wagged his head and whispered a lullaby...<BR><BR>... within hidden shadows and starlight, a tended mound of wildflowers slept, under a weeping willow,.. wagging their heads the saddened flowers wept in shadows of joy and memory... Wagg on fair shadowy memory, wag on princes and princesses....
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Postby Arwen740 » Thu Sep 27, 2001 11:03 pm

Gentle is the whispered lullaby in the night. Arwen smiles, stirs in her cocoon and closes her eyes. The steady breathing of the valley lulls her to sleep. Thank you for this beautiful place, dear Orald. Sweet dreams, always.
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Postby tuile » Fri Sep 28, 2001 12:34 am

t00le swept up through the soft leaves, through the sifting light..the stars winking down on their reflections in the dew...her captive clasped within her petals, t00le felt in her heart a swooning affection for her butterfly and the sweet souls below..<BR><BR>She let them float down, a warmth breath of life slowing their descent..The lily glided softly over Orald's slumbering brow...smoothing the worries from his face...they sighed out the lullaby over other TORCers...smiles and sweetness seeped into their peaceful dreams...of this place..<BR><BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <BR>I kinda like it here..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Terry D » Fri Sep 28, 2001 12:39 am

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... prod me if I snore... <BR><BR>dream on Butterflies...
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Postby Terry D » Fri Sep 28, 2001 1:03 am

The Heralds of Azoth sang in the breeze...<BR><BR>A butterfly, bedecked in deepest blues and fluorescent greens, velveteen wings, flitted on the breezes. Haphazardly darting, then, purposefully it lit on Harvestar's lips. The butterfly's legs were tinged with nectar. <BR><BR>Harvestar awoke from her dreamy reverie. With a wave of her delicate fingers she brushed at the tickle on her lips. The butterfly disappeared in an emerald puff of smoke.<BR><BR>Orald smiled as he saw Arwen and tuile raise up on a clover patch. Brother butterflies hovered, then alit upon their exquisite lips,.. with tender nectar laced limbs, they tickled the Princesses' skin and glossed their lips with luminous nectar... <BR><BR>Even from his hammock, shaded by the giant Mallorn, Orald felt the butterfly kisses, as if it were from his own.... <BR><BR>-------------------------<BR>"When the elves passed westward, Tom was already there..."<BR>
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Postby tuile » Fri Sep 28, 2001 1:30 am

excuse me...but, <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>Oh ter-t00t...<BR>I'm so sorry if I made you sleepy..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>I can't tell you how amazing your writing is to read and almost experience...I wish mine could capture the senses as yours does...simply wonderful....<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I'll just keep plugging away at it...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Terry D » Fri Sep 28, 2001 1:37 am

The Heralds of Azoth sang in the trees... "Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,.. There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder..."<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>"... There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure <BR>'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. <BR>In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, <BR>Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. <BR>Ooh, it makes me wonder, <BR>Ooh, it makes me wonder. <BR><BR>There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, <BR>And my spirit is crying for leaving. <BR>In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, <BR>And the voices of those who standing looking. <BR>Ooh, it makes me wonder, <BR>Ooh, it really makes me wonder. <BR><BR>And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune <BR>Then the piper will lead us to reason. <BR>And a new day will dawn for those who stand long <BR>And the forests will echo with laughter. <BR><BR>If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, <BR>It's just a spring clean for the May queen. <BR>Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run <BR>There's still time to change the road you're on. <BR>And it makes me wonder. <BR><BR>Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, <BR>The piper's calling you to join him, <BR>Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know <BR>Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. <BR><BR>And as we wind on down the road <BR>Our shadows taller than our soul. <BR>There walks a lady we all know <BR>Who shines white light and wants to show <BR>How everything still turns to gold. <BR>And if you listen very hard <BR>The tune will come to you at last. <BR>When all are one and one is all <BR>To be a rock and not to roll. <BR><BR>And she's buying a stairway to heaven..."<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>Zeppelin good night hugs nestled the Butterfly Garden into quiescent rest... Orald quietly snored...<BR><BR>nitey-nite huuggss everyone...
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Postby Arwen740 » Fri Sep 28, 2001 8:26 am

As morning sunlight murmurs softly through the mist, the serpent bud stirs. The single note of golden honeyed light gently encloses the chrysallis, melting through her sleep. The amber glow of the sun hums a tune and she dreams within his autumn melody. Soon she will awaken to rise upon his song, to lift up in harmony upon his light, to dance in playful thirds and fifths upon his voice. <BR><BR>Good morning dear garden inhabitants. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Fri Sep 28, 2001 8:38 am

"Good Morning to you Fair one!" Snowdog said to the chrysallis.<BR><BR>He stood at rest here, for the beauty of the Gardens always calmed his wild spirit.
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Postby erinhue » Fri Sep 28, 2001 7:13 pm

A sunburned breeze carried the first taint of ice buried in its dry earth scent. Erinhue paused and heard the call of the sea, clean and crisp and sharp enough to blow away the taste of ash and tears.<BR><BR>The lingering smoke could almost be mistaken for the homey smell of burning leaves that had yet to fall loose from their branches in the outside world. It could almost be mistaken save for the bitter sting it brought to weary eyes.<BR><BR>Yet autumn will come and the earth outside the concrete canyons will blossom forth in color bright to rival spring. Here it will be gray that blends into the night, blends into the dreams and will not rest.<BR><BR>The time gone by was dark and that awful darkness sought to reach out and color all the days to come but Erinhue looked to the sea, look into hope, before the darkness comes and sees the dawn behind it a dawn as bright, nay brighter than any gone before but new and different as the first in time.<BR><BR>The summer now is gone and springtime is forgotten. We must move onward and regain our heart and strength before the winter comes.<BR>
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Postby sandra » Mon Oct 01, 2001 1:21 pm

Peacefully, deep within her thoughts, Sandra made her way back along the path she took a brief time ago. She stood fast momentarily, her burdensome heart lightened as she gazed around. The closed budded roses now boasted exquisite colourful blooms, so fetching beset the greenery of leaves and grass. A squirrel darted to the broad Oak along the slatted fence, a feast of nuts gripped tightly between it's sharp teeth. The delicate waterfall spray gave slow current to it's flowing ornamental basin, several bee's rested on the floating petals, their journey always ending where it began. <BR><BR>She continued on up the path, inhaling the sweetened aroma from the Lily of the Valley climbing the adjacent wall. Across the grass she glimpsed the Wags memorial, it's black onyx gleamed brightly in the sun's reflection. She peered down at the casket craddled between her arm and waist. Soon it too will be at rest in this beautiful garden of heaven. The portly gardener with the white frenzied beard, met her at the corner before the path twists back upon itself. He whispered the hole had been dug and was awaiting it's treasure, an inscribed wooden plaque is ready nearby. Treading lightly across the grass back to the shaded area along side the Wags grave, she buried the beloved Rally the Eldar I......<BR><BR>A quiet spot, under the trees<BR>With little sun and a cooling breeze<BR>The 10 month old has come to rest<BR>It was full of history, one of the best<BR>Came to a sudden bitter end<BR>Was badly abused, not by a friend<BR>And now as the cement dries and set<BR>Here's a promise, we won't forget<BR>A homely thread, it was so much fun<BR>It brightened our day, just like the sun<BR>But although one is dead, we shall survive<BR>Check out Rally 2, it's kicking and alive<BR>We won't lay down, we'll make a stand<BR>It's the thread thats been raised by OroSand<BR><BR><BR> <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby orodreth111 » Mon Oct 01, 2001 6:45 pm

OOC- I don't mean to intrude folks but I must let my friend know....<BR><BR>That is lovely and poignant and I wouldn't change a damn thing.<BR>Here is to book 2 never having to reside here. The first shall reside in a happy, warm place inside my heart. <BR> Love, Oreo
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Postby tuile » Tue Oct 02, 2001 12:21 am

Tuile rose from listening to Terry's marvelous song (what lyrics!!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>) and walked over to erinhue. She found him gazing at the expanse of the ocean..the open future of possibility. Not wanting to disturb, she slipped her hand in his, trying to send as much hope and love into him and all that was present and familiar to him as she was able. Standing quietly there gazing out over the ocean, she could gain a small sense of the loss and the pain..and therefore the hope and the love. After a while, she left him still peaceful, and walked through a lively garden..<BR><BR>Sandra was standing in a small clearing, gazing softly at a plaque. Her gaze revealed hidden in the plaque a history of song and laughter, of love and loss. Tuile watched in respectful silence as Sandra said goodbye. She could feel the buffeting waves of emotions passing the people in this peaceful valley. She couldn't fathom the depth, but she could recognize the direction. Sandra raised her head, and a direction was altered...and a strength that Tuile saw engulfing Erinhue began radiating from Sandra. <BR><BR>A smile grew on Tuile's face that she had trouble removing. After ridiculously unsucessful attempts, she gave up trying and began rapidly moving from one person to the next, hugging them with all her might. Terry, Arwen, Sandra, Oreo, Erinhue, Harvie...some people she hardly knew...and at the same time, the distance didn't matter a whit. She wanted to sing, which might offend not a few, and dance, which would fare far better. She was overwhelmed with a joy and love for the people in this valley...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby sandra » Tue Oct 02, 2001 8:11 am

Thanks Orodreth, my friend <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>You too Tuile, many hugs <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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