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Postby Star-of-Hope » Wed Dec 12, 2001 2:46 am

<a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=11&threadid=6547">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=11&threadid=6547</a><BR><BR>a thread which introduced me to a terrific friend..and gave us alot of laughs, hidden away here in The Collectibles,we had few visitors to interrupt our own personal 'madness'.<BR><BR>I miss Socr@tes <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby Harvestar » Fri Dec 14, 2001 11:56 pm

There's been so many hilarious posts in the Donut Guild. I wish I had the time right now to go back and look through for some more good ones. tuile, Eve, and Thenie's role play about going back in time, especially Eve trying to get "information" out of that knight. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0> <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>Another memorable time was when Crispy was driving to Phoenix to meet Arwen740 for the first time. And we all sat around the guild table chewing our fingernails with Arwen as crispy made his way across the desert. Raven Tellaboutit's hilarious reporting especially stands out as does Snowdog's metitative waiting silence. When I met crispy and Arwen a few days later, we all laughed and smiled over everyone's posts. <BR><BR>Other memories: Winged_Balrog's crocodile hunting, any of Broken_Arrow's lovely posts, goatboy's contraptions, and so many more!!<BR><BR>The Donut Guild: <BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=37&threadid=20523">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=37&threadid=20523</a><BR><BR>Anyway, here's one recent post by fatcatdave on Dec/14/2001 2:42 PM:<BR><i><BR>"Hark, i hear hoofs " cries fatcat<BR>"Oh Heck He's off again"<BR>"They are Hoofs I tell you" Fatcat runs out of the guild and peers up to the roof, And is run over by an aged donkey being ridden by a Very familiar looking old man " I told you I could hear Hoofs" Groaned Fats<BR>"Oh I'm Ever so Sorry but i seem to have misplaced a number of Reindeer and a rather spiffing Sleigh, So i'm not looking<BR>where im going, Haven't got any sherry have you?"<BR>"Yeah, I dress meself in the Stuff, Oh Crispy might have some, He was trying out the Chrismass batch earlier"<BR>The battered Phatfeline and the old man walk in the door, <BR>"OH MY GOD " Says Tuile Its, Its...... ITs Satan,"<BR>"Erm, No I dont think so, Though i think the Red suit may be confusing you, But the large beard, Black boots and Coca Cola promotional offers stapled to his butt may give it away"<BR>"santa"<BR>"Hes lost his Reindeer"<BR>"And my sleigh"<BR>"So, Ergo, no presents"<BR>"And i had Presents for all of you"<BR>"We MUST get that sleigh back"<BR>"But How?"<BR>"We could staple photos to all the trees around Here, Works with cats"<BR>"Oh Yeah, Has any one seen these Reindeer? Answer to the Names of Rudolph, Donner And Blitzen, Distinguishing<BR>Features One Large red Nose,We'd get lots lots of phone calls, mostly from the funny farm asking us to join them"<BR>"Er, Should Santa really be Drinking all that Sherry,?"<BR>"Too Late He's passed out"<BR>"So No Santa, No Reindeer, Great Chrimbo this is going to be, Unless....."<BR>"Unless what"The whole guild strain forward listening to fats idea<BR>"Unless Santa Sobers up, and those pesky Reindeer turn up"<BR>"Oh"<BR>"Or"<BR>"Or What"<BR>"Or We could do it"<BR>"How?"<BR>"well, We could Dress up the fattest one of us (Or two of us) as santa, Go down to the Zoo, and steal some reindeer, Chuck a red nose on one of them,Get Goatboy to lend us A small airforce Jeep of some desciption and were away"<BR>"But Reindeer can't Fly"<BR>"Tell that to the Drunk Red one over there"<BR>Crispy Stands up "Okay, As leader of this Guild It really should be my decision, And I say....(What was the Question again)<BR>Oh yes I say we do it, Goat Get that Jeep, Tuile, Arwen, Xat And Brandie, Go get them Reindeer, And Me and You fats, were Gonna be Santa Claus"<BR>"Oh Great, Pass the Sherry"<BR>"What Shall I do ?" says Rise, Stepping over the prone form of santa<BR>"You and the Rest of the Guild Start making Toys"<BR>"I got the Jeep"<BR>"That was quick"<BR>"Its the CO's, So its got GPS and everything"<BR>"Won't he miss it"<BR>"Nah , He's an officer"<BR>"I can hear Hoofs again"<BR>The Girls return Holding ropes that curiosly angle upwards, "We got the Reindeer, And you were right about the flying"<BR>"Right hitch em to the Jeep, Load up them toys, grab the donuts, Jump aboard,and lets go"<BR>"Fats" say Crispy "Half way Round I'll let you be the legs"<BR>"Yeah Im sorry About that Curry i had"<BR>And so the Donut guild Speed around the world delivering the Gifts to truly deserving children,(Although some of the last ones only got half eaten donuts), And half way round , as promised Crispy and Fats changed over, though Fats declared<BR> that his HO HO HO was much better and insisted on doing it through Santas button fly, Making it the First Santa with a<BR> talking groin, And All over the world little children were woken up by a curiously disjointed santa arguing with his legs, and telling said legs to lay off the sherry, and what was in that curry, and christmasses were much better when he was a little nipper, And Familys would awake and find little notes that said that Sherry was all well and good, but a bottle of Jack Daniels would be much more appreciated, And a couple of homes would find their Christmas Turkey had mysteriously<BR>disapeered and had left a note telling them it was leaving them for the chicken next door, And at least one family got two<BR>visits when it was realised that Speaker, Snowdog and Rise had Been left behind, And were found sitting in a strange Kitchen playing Monopoly, Strangly Rise was quite miffed about being picked up, and kept muttering about Hotels and Real<BR>Estate<BR>At some point over London Brandie had to stuff a Donut in Xats Mouth as she kept Shouting, ' you can see my house from<BR> here' and they all shouted NO at fats because he kept saying over and over'Are we There yet?' Ans so the night drew to its<BR>inevitable end and the dawn rose over the Earth, Bringing a new day to pass, and the tired members of the Donut Guild<BR>returned to the ground with a quiet feeling of satisfaction of a job well done,<BR>"I'll put the kettle on" says Tuile<BR>And after a couple of cups of coffee, and reminiscence of the previous night the guild become aware of a large figure in long wooly under wear<BR> "I suppose you want to thank us for saving christmas"says Fatcat<BR>"Thank you? THANK YOU????? You Fools its only December the 14th" </i>
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Postby fatcatdave » Sun Dec 16, 2001 2:55 am

A very humble thank you Harvi<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><BR><BR>I am honoured to be included here
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Dec 16, 2001 11:30 pm

<i>I have to add here a story post from the long lost <b>Wandering but not lost</b>, who built quite a character in the realm of role Play. Also, he menntions me in it! When 1000 posts were still rare on these forums and weren't reached in weeks, this was his 1000th post:</i><BR><BR><BR><b>Wandering but not lost</b><BR><i>Date Posted: Jun/21/2000 3:47 PM</i><BR> <BR>Greetings everyone. My name is my own but you may call me Wandering. Finally, yes finally, I have reached that grand number of one thousand. I do not choose the usual speech or the usual thank yous. Instead I shall choose to give you a story about a youthful Wanderer who has seen much on his search to find his master and learn much. And now for the one thousandth time I shall post and like always I hope that you enjoy my tale. I apologize for the length but hope you read.<BR><BR><BR><b>The Wanderer Returns to his lost Master’s Home</b><BR><BR>Returning for the third time, Wandering entered the city where master raised him. It was a small town and the people recognized him but he also never was out discussing like the usual citizens. He was busy sparring and such with his great blue cloaked master. So many years ago he had awoken at Rauros and seen everyone gone. He bitterly recalled those tears and the salt flavor. Master had saved him many times. He had pulled Wandering from the fires of an orc raided city after the now brown cloak’s parents were dead. Every few years he returned but never would find master, that blue cloaked shadow vanishing back and forth. <BR><BR>The last years Wanderer has returned and every time would leave with tears as he found not a soul. He had lived without a name, without a single speck of who birthed him. He only had a legendary blade that also was just as mysterious. pulling his brown cloak up high he entered the brown shack again as he had done so many times. There <BR>were only really five rooms to the house. But each room could hold the secret he sought. However he grew doubtful if he would find anything. He even doubted if the master still lived. He was not seen among the dead orcs and trolls but it still was plausible that there <BR>was still a corpse. Yet Wanderer was desperate to find him and could not admit to himself that with all his searching the master could be dead. <BR><BR>Wandering was quiet when he entered the first room with only the sound of a squeaking door. He looked around but still did not see even a flash of blue. The Wanderer grew disheartened but still would look in every room as he always did. He entered the kitchen and once again spied noting but the usual tools bathed in more dust than last time. Entering the next room, the room Wandering slept in so long ago, he saw nothing again. He began to feel reality setting in sharply like a blade coated in a poison he was not yet immune to. Still, he drew into the fourth room... the room Master slept in. <BR>He saw the bed but nothing was upon it. There were his scattered possessions and such but they looked untouched. Then Wandering walked to the final door. He feared opening it. If nothing was there once again he would feel the bitter sting of salt. Yet what if there was master in the study like so many years before. He drew forth his hand <BR>and set it on the aged door handle but did not yet turn it. Fearing reality he took a deep breath and turned it. Inside the study with all the numerous books Wandering saw nothing. There was no master. <BR><BR><BR><b>Wandering leaves in dismay</b><BR><BR>Wandering left the town disheartened but not in tears this time. He had grown so much since last time and no longer felt the ping of tears. Like every year Wandering could retreat to that grove where he was usually taught. He could sit there and finally ponder if all his Wandering was worth it. But he was not the same as he always had been. Wandering instead left the town and left the forests where he was trained. The snow was light this time of year but the frost was still sharp to those not used to it, but not to Wandering. <BR><BR>In the distance he saw before him a mountain. It was not too far and night was setting in. He thought of returning to Masters home and sleeping in that bed he did so many times. But Wandering thought it better not to return. He would wish to see again if master was there but it would lie empty. He would never return again for it hurt too <BR>much. Master had left him and now he would leave master. Why search for a person who is probably dead? Instead Wandering climbed to a small cave high in the mountain near the top. There he built a small fire and read for a while till dawn arrived. He could not sleep. He as well pulled out a new book of which he would write of his small knowledge of Magic, a new frontier for him. By the time he put the book down the sun had set.<BR><BR><BR><b>Wandering leaves the cave near Dawn</b><BR><BR>Why return to searching for Master. Instead Wandering would not descend the mountain and be that much closer to the forsaken town. He wanted to be thousands of miles from there and never hear the word master again. His past or what was not hidden to Wanderer was far too painful to return. Scaling furiously he grew close to the mountain top. His tightly clutching hand reached the small flat peak and Wandering thrusted himself up to the top. Last time when he climbed a mountain he fell and was miraculously saved. This time he would need no saving. But he received it anyway. For there at the opposite edge of the mountain was his savior donning the blue cloak. Wandering was saved of his life of loathing that was so short lived. Immediately he <BR>looked upon the blue cloak and reached out quivering to touch it and prove it was real. The figure rose and extended his hand giving a firm hand shake like he usually was greeted. Wandering began to feel tears but held them back. His eyes were watering but he did not cry. <BR><i>“Master. Is it finally you? Where have you been and why did you leave me?”</i><BR>Wandering spoke in a sort of quivering voice as if man had seen but the most inspiring of sights. <BR><BR>The now older master spoke in his powerful voice, <BR><i>“Yes it is I. As for where I have been it has been in many places. I have been the wind rustling the bushes behind your path or the illusions upon a mountain peak. For yes you saw me many days ago in an accidental occurrence. You were not ready to see me, and I made you fall. But I too saved you. I called forth a mighty wind to carry you gently. I have watched you and never did abandon you. I could not train you all your life. Your friend Snowdog spoke true long ago in the desert when he said I left you so you could experience life on your own. You had skill but not experience. So I made myself invisible and followed. Yes I do know magic and never spoke it such. But I refuse to teach you everything. Magic is something you must choose to learn but something I choose not to teach.” <BR><BR>“Why master do you not teach me? Have I brought you shame?” <BR>“No,”</i> he responded. <i>“You have brought me honor. You defeated a gravely dangerous foe named Alavari. He had hunted me as well for different reasons. As for not teaching you magic, I am growing old and whatever I can teach you is held more so in your blood in amounts I can only hinder. I have taught you some magic mixed in the arts of combat that have enabled you to effortlessly do some things a tad beyond physical possibility. Yet I can teach you no more for I do not feel the vigor I used to and know Radagast will do well. You have much sorcery in your blood. Your father was a great mage. He taught me sorcery and planned to teach you. His name was Iluvian and was <BR>regarded as one of the finest mages to walk upon this earth. He took a life of hiding for many great powers sought his might. His blade was forged many years ago by the greatest metal smiths to live. It was passed onto him and he put forth many spells into it. It is mighty and so enchanted to conceal its strength. When the orcs attacked lead by his enemy he gave me that blade to give to you and asked me to teach you like he wanted. He too taught me how to fight. Iluvian has all but been forgotten now. Your mother too was forgotten. She was a half elf and thus you are a quarter. She was as well a gifted sorceress and was called Aldamara. She was not as known as your father and chose not to be so. They were both killed in the orc raid but it was not just for food as you believe. It was by a former friend who was killed as well. He slew your mother and took your fathers life. But your father slew him too. They were all digested by the orcs. The apprentice of the villain, Alavari, who you killed, was there and I fought him till he ran off. We fought later at Rauros but I took him far away to hide your father’s sword. I <BR>decided I could train you no more.”</i><BR>He continued, <i>“I can not stay with you for the wind still calls me. But I shall give you this token that will call me to you if ever I am sought after again. For I need hide no more. Before I go there is one thing I must tell you.”</i><BR>The master leaned over and handed him the amulet. Then in the Wanderer’s ear he whispered the one word that made all clear. With that the master vanished as quickly as he came.<BR><BR><BR><b>The Arrival Home</b><BR><BR>Wandering walked home after that. Before though he went one more time to master’s house and merely rested in the bed he used to so many years ago. When he arrived in that town that was his first in this new world he unlocked the door to his rarely visited home. He set down his bags and went to his room. There upon his bed was a neatly folded blue cloak and an attached note that read in Master’s pen. It stated:<BR><BR><i>To Wandering, <BR>You have learned all I can teach you and proven yourself through many <BR>rites of passage. Hereby I bestow upon you no longer the title of apprentice and give you the blue robes of the embracing sky. I shall watch you with pride. May your books fare as well as your journey shall.<BR><BR>sincerely, <BR>Master.</i><BR><BR>Wandering put on the blue cloak and neatly folded and stored his brown one along with the memories of his past. He attached his mighty blade of his fathers and remembered the word master told him before leaving.... Wandering’s name<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Iman » Mon Dec 17, 2001 2:28 am

Wow!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> So many great posts I haven't read!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><BR>Now I feel scared to post..so many great ones lurking around<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>Here is one that I will never forget..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>by <BR><BR>!ISAIAH! (but mostly inspired by Professor Tolkien<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR>Ringbearer<BR>Alliance: grey havens <BR><BR>Posts: 11516 <BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/05/2001 12:50 AM <BR> <BR> <BR>One morning the TORCsters woke up to find a large tent covered with ropes and poles. Everybody was extremely interested but more promising still (to the hungry TORCsters’ mind) was an enormous open-air kitchen that was erected in north corner of the tent.<BR><BR><BR><BR>Isaiah called it a party but it was really a variety of entertainments rolled into one. Everybody who posted on TORC was invited. He gave away presents to all and sundry - the latter were the greedy Finns: Elwood, Don Huono Ereine, Nerdanel, Elladan, Asgoot, Ered Engrin and Klonkku who went out again by back way and came in again by the gate. On this occasion the presents were unusually good. The famous posters, Chris Ans, Dottie, Terry D and Random Precicion were so excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating. Gunnar, Moonlight, Gonadan, Ar Pharazon and Ringmaster were too very excited cause they found toys like of which they had never seen before. <BR><BR>When every guest had been welcomed and was finally inside, there were songs, dances, music, games, and, of course, food and drink... and lots beer for the Canucks and Finns. <BR><BR>The fireworks were by Apocrita the wizard: they were not only brought by her but designed and made by her; and special effects, set pieces, and flights of rockets were let off by her. But there was also a generous distribution of squibs, crackers, backarappers, sparklers, Mandos-torches, Gil-Galad-candles, Helpingfriendlybook-fountains, Iman-barkers, Belegur-claps. They were all superb. The art of Apocrita had improved with age. And there was also one last surprise, it startled Sandra exceedingly as Isaiah intended. The lights went out. A great smoke went up. It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance, and begun to glow at the summit. Out flew 10 red and golden dancing bears – not-life size, but terribly life like: fire came from their mouths, their eyes glared down; there was a roar and they whizzed three times over the growd. They all duck and many fell flat on their faces. The bears passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over the tent with a deafening explosion. <BR><BR>That’s the signal for supper, said Isaiah. The pain and alarm vanished at once as the prostrate posters leaped to their feet. There was a splendid supper for everyone. <BR><BR>After the feast came the speech, most of the posters were now in a tolerant mood. They were prepared to listen everything. <BR><BR>Dear posters and lurkers, dear purists and revisionists, Isaiah began, rising on his place. and my dear Americans, Europeans, Scandinavians, Aasians, Africans and Iglu-men, ‘Igloo-men!’ shouted a poster from the back of the tent, his name, of course, was Themedes the igloo-man, and well merited; His feet were exceptionally furry (because of the cold climate in Finland), and both were on the table.<BR><BR>Iglu men, Isaiah repeated. <BR><BR>I hope you’re all enjoying yourselves as much as I am. Deafening cheers.<BR><BR>Cries of yes (and no, from the Finns from the back row). <BR><BR>Everard and the other kiwis got on a table and with bells in their hands began to dance the Springle-ring: a pretty dance, but rather vigorous. <BR><BR>I shall not keep you long, he cried, I have called you all together for a purpose.<BR><BR>The Dutch pricked up their ears.<BR><BR>Indeed, for three purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all and don’t know half of you as well as I should like, and that 10000 posts is a is too short a time to post among such excellent and admirable Tolkien fans like:<BR><BR><BR><BR>Jon <BR><BR>Ted<BR><BR>... and the other moderators.<BR><BR><BR><BR>Apocrita<BR><BR>Themedes<BR><BR>Gunnar<BR><BR>Ringmaster + twins<BR><BR>Gonadan<BR><BR>Terry D<BR><BR>Dottie<BR><BR>Iman<BR><BR>Sandra<BR><BR>Belegur (where is this guy?)<BR><BR>Ar Pharazon (where is this guy?)<BR><BR>Moonlight<BR><BR>Chris Ans<BR><BR>Random Precicion<BR><BR>Everard<BR><BR>Socr@tes<BR><BR>N@ked cheese <BR><BR>Tommy B<BR><BR>Gil-Galad<BR><BR>Treagol<BR><BR>Grey elf<BR><BR>Witch wench<BR><BR>Innocent evil<BR><BR>Runes<BR><BR>Diamond of long cleeve<BR><BR>Elmtree<BR><BR>Dogstar<BR><BR>Imrahil<BR><BR>Dan rj<BR><BR>Xatia<BR><BR>Balrog of Moria<BR><BR>Nira<BR><BR>Erinhue<BR><BR>Samwise jr<BR><BR>Orc#5063<BR><BR>Vincent<BR><BR>Sir Elwood<BR><BR>Don Huono<BR><BR>Asgoot<BR><BR>Ereine<BR><BR>Ered Engrin<BR><BR>Javelin (where are you dude)<BR><BR>Epor<BR><BR>Nerdanel<BR><BR>Klonkku<BR><BR>Peregrin2k<BR><BR>Sumee<BR><BR>Star of Hope<BR><BR>Drogo<BR><BR>Orodreth111<BR><BR>Moonbiter<BR><BR>Lytse<BR><BR>Meneltarma<BR><BR>HELM’S DEEP<BR><BR>Hanani<BR><BR>ILvEowyn<BR><BR>Elven_Prodigy<BR><BR>Mablung<BR><BR>Saranthir<BR><BR>Wandering but not lost<BR><BR>Lawnboy (where is this guy?)<BR><BR>The great Maeglin<BR><BR>Shadowjack<BR><BR>kath<BR><BR>Luthien<BR><BR>Kelannar<BR><BR>Nienna<BR><BR>Helpingfriendlybook + the bears<BR><BR>Mandos<BR><BR>Han Solo<BR><BR>Scatha<BR><BR>The grey pilgrim<BR><BR>Alison<BR><BR>Aranarth<BR><BR>Genuvere<BR><BR>Hobbituk<BR><BR>Rosamund<BR><BR>Snowdog<BR><BR>Gungnir<BR><BR>Hama<BR><BR>Freaqboy<BR><BR>Wildwood<BR><BR>Alatar<BR><BR>Locksley<BR><BR>Barad-dur<BR><BR>Meeker<BR><BR>Pavelnash<BR><BR>Rodia<BR><BR>The peoples hobbit<BR><BR>Fëanor<BR><BR>Frode<BR><BR>Arwen^<BR><BR>Arthedain<BR><BR>Lissuin<BR><BR><BR><BR>Tremendous outburst of approval<BR><BR><BR><BR>(... and if I forgot someone, don’t worry cause I like you all!!!!!)<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Secondly, to celebrate my birthday, which is 17th of April and I’ll be leaving on a vacation so I won’t be here then. <BR><BR>Thirdly and finally, he said, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. He spoke his last words so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to announce that – though, as I said 10000 posts is far too short a time to spend among you, This is the END, I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!<BR><BR><BR><BR>Isaiah stepped down shouted “FRODO LIVES!!”, and vanished. There was a blinding flash of light, and the guests all blinked. When they opened their eyes Isaiah was nowhere to be seen.<BR> <BR> <BR>
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Postby Parador~J » Mon Dec 17, 2001 1:47 pm

FatCatDave...if ever there were truer heros...it is the Donut Guild...*ROTFL*<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>..<i>isn't Santa lucky...</i>...<BR><BR><BR>Thank-You Snowdog!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> I liked that one...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>...Wondering's words kept me spell bound...<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><BR>*Iman...I too feel as you do <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>...but...Pick-up your Pen (keyboard) and post-on!!!! <i>I have faith in you...</i> <BR><BR>ISAIAH!!!!, ISAIAH!!!! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>...that was a great post! Thank-you Iman for treating us to it <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>You know...there would be no way I or anyone else I suppose...that could or even has the time, read all the great posts of TORC since its birth back in 1999...So, for that very reason a thread is born...gives the legends a chance to reminence and us newbies a chance to catch up!!!
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Postby Parador~J » Mon Dec 17, 2001 4:03 pm

I have two poems I would like to submit...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> these poems have been on my mind...just have not taken the time to post them...(it was worth the wait <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>*The first one was written by Corbin Halloway...ever since I had read one of his poems earlier in TORC's 'Articles' on the homepage...I started calling him the 'Master Poet' <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>...(But, since then, I have come to find many Master Poet's at TORC <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0>...Harvester, Rwhen, TerryD, Dryoms...I know there are many more...and I will find you!)<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<b>The Choice of Samwise</b> -- by Corbin F. Halloway<BR>Friday, November 09, 2001<BR>The Reading Room : Poetry :<BR><BR> …It would not be worth while to leave his master for [revenge]. It would not bring him back. Nothing would. They had better both be dead together. And that too would be a lonely journey.<BR>He looked on the bright point of the sword. He thought of the places behind where there was a black brink and an empty fall into nothingness. There was no escape that way. That was to do nothing, not even to grieve. That was not what he had set out to do… <BR><BR>His body felt nothing; and yet, he was cold.<BR>Now in third person conscious of every sensation,<BR>He noticed the sound of tears falling on leather – <BR>His tears! – rolling over a soft, tattered fold<BR>After pattering just once their fervent elation.<BR><BR>Where now is the Fellowship, Elessar, Elessar?<BR>Why do the Holbytlan wander afar?<BR><BR>Perverse curiosity fluttered close by<BR>As his inner Observer took hold of one foul vine – <BR>A hideous growth once inside the great monster…<BR>How soft, and how easy it would be to tie<BR>In a noose – to play puppets, should he be inclined.<BR><BR>I shall dance in the air with a neck like a swan’s!<BR><BR>For a swan can bend every which-way, so I’m told.<BR>Bones and blood-flesh and spirit deep sleep will enfold…<BR><BR>…oh, how I want to sleep!<BR><BR>Dim dreams of a puppet-show came to an end<BR>When the glint of a blade caught his fractured attention.<BR>How smoothly the metal tongue would slip inside him<BR>Far deeper than kisses, and harder to mend<BR>Should the wound leave him breathing through Life’s intervention.<BR><BR>Where now is the Fellowship, Hamfast’s son, Hamfast’s son?<BR>Why must a servant guess what’s to be done?<BR><BR>He reeled and he faltered, but mostly he wept.<BR>Bent with sobbing, he clutched at the corpse of his master.<BR>Black silence framed moments of heightened awareness:<BR>Oh, sharp was the pain as his hero-friend slept!<BR>Sharper still seemed the knife… and his breath became faster.<BR><BR>I’m so afraid, sir – both of glory and doom,<BR>So afraid of the world, dreading what lies beyond it,<BR>Afraid to keep living, afraid of your tomb…<BR><BR>Would stones quench their thirst on warm hobbit-blood wine?<BR>Or would Fate allow one chance for hope to hold on to?<BR>He kept the debate, his resolve like a candle,<BR>First flickering, then burning strong in his mind:<BR>This was his quest to finish, though he didn’t want to.<BR><BR>Where now is the Fellowship, Peregrin, Meriadoc,<BR>Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf?<BR>And Elessar, sword re-forged on elven welding-block,<BR>Was Middle-earth doomed the day you set off?<BR><BR>He knew he might never again feel whole:<BR>That was part of the burden he gained by becoming<BR>At last his own hero with no one to follow.<BR>He knew he was never meant for such a role – <BR>Even stouthearted warriors quailed from pain so numbing.<BR><BR>I won’t drink the poison of Life’s daunting terror!<BR>I shall not submit to the drug of despair!<BR>Mistakes, I’ve made many; but this fatal error<BR>I must prevent for the sake of times more fair.<BR><BR>‘Good-bye, master, my dear!’ he murmured. ‘Forgive your Sam. He’ll come back to this spot when the job’s done – if he manages it. And then he’ll not leave you again. Rest you quiet till I come; and may no foul creature come anigh you! And if the Lady could hear me and give me one wish, I would wish to come back and find you again. Good-bye!’ <BR><BR>And though he continued, his tears did not dry.<BR>He did not find new courage – his journey seemed longer.<BR>Far lonelier was it to follow the hard path:<BR>With chances like this, it was useless to try…<BR>Yet behind cloud-cast nights, there’s a star burning stronger.<BR><BR>He had no fine magic, no face of an elf,<BR>He wore no coat of mithril, could speak in no strange tongue.<BR>His name was Sam Gamgee, and he was a gardener.<BR>This was his transition from servant to Self:<BR>A transition each one of us makes when we’re young.<BR><BR>Where now is the Sam in you, sister-friend, brother-friend?<BR>Where is the light that shines on without end?<BR><BR>We will all take a leap of faith straight into Hell.<BR>We will all lost the thing we love best.<BR>But you must not bow down with submissive farewell!<BR>Find your Samwise, then on with the quest.<BR><BR>We are all on some quest, to destroy or to save,<BR>And we all will face Shelob someday.<BR>So if, when you’re there, you consider the grave,<BR>Find your Samwise and follow his way:<BR><BR>Life is better by far when you start by fulfilling<BR>First simpler needs. Here is how to begin:<BR>Choose the greater good – no secret there, just be willing<BR>To look past your want to the Samwise within.<BR><BR>…end…<BR><BR>© 2001 C.F.H.<BR><BR>Thank-You Corbin...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR>This poem continues to stay with me...<BR><BR><BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR>This next one comes from Dryoms...I really enjoyed this poem as well, and can relate to it...lololo<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> (In fact, we all can...lol)<BR><BR><b>"Once Again"</b> -- A Poem<BR>Sunday, November 04, 2001<BR>The Reading Room : Poetry<BR><BR>A 'difficult book' I had thought it from old<BR>Since-I'd first tried to read what the story foretold<BR>For I was much younger and hard to impress<BR>And had left them mid-journey I'd have to confess.<BR>The book seemed so large and the story so slow<BR>And I, but a child, not seeing the flow<BR>As the intertwined sections kept changing midstream<BR>First one then another became the main theme.<BR><BR>But many years later the urge struck again<BR>To once more go with, as they walked down that lane<BR>To see why this epic holds so much renown<BR>And whether or not I could put the book down.<BR><BR>To start with the plan was to just take it slow<BR>And to read but a lone single page at a go<BR>Before going to sleep as eve turned to night<BR>I once again learnt about Middle-earths plight.<BR><BR>The weeks of my life were just days in the book<BR>As the background was set and the path undertook<BR>But a page turned to two and then three and then four<BR>And each time I stopped I was left wanting more.<BR><BR>An interest arose, it's hard to say why<BR>Since it's not like a book to make me laugh or cry<BR>And yet did I find such emotions awoken<BR>In deeds and in spirit of our heroes unspoken.<BR><BR>For the book seemed to cast such a magical spell<BR>Even before they had reached Rivendell<BR>And I counted the hours till I could read more<BR>To discover what happened, what next was in store.<BR><BR>Forward and onward the characters sped<BR>Their quest ever harder the more that I read<BR>My fingers could barely keep up with the pace<BR>As the pages turned faster whilst time seemed to race.<BR><BR>The weeks in the tale now mere days in my world<BR>As the chapters rushed past and the story unfurled<BR>Nothing else mattered for I had to find out<BR>Just how it would end, what it all was about.<BR><BR>But alas all too soon the last page had appeared<BR>And no more would I see, of my heros, I feared<BR>And I found myself wishing I still had to start<BR>Along down that path when the Hobbits depart.<BR><BR>But the film's nigh upon us and eargerly awaited<BR>And I find myself now truly poised with breath baited<BR>For the start of the story played out on the screen<BR>Leaves me in no doubt it will have to be seen.<BR><BR>Giving us one more chance to relive the events<BR>And to savour again all the book represents<BR>Where we can escape to that mythical time<BR>And once again spy on the fellowship nine.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Reported By: Dryomys <BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby mr_baggins111 » Mon Dec 17, 2001 11:22 pm

This is from Darkprose: <BR>Date Posted: Aug/15/2001 9:03 AM <BR> <BR> <BR>Would anyone care to speculate on the fate of Middle-Earth had the Moria Balrog captured the Ring?<BR><BR>Given that the Ring makes its bearer more of what he/she already is and grants them access to a whole well of power (Sauron was one of the mightiest of the Maia, and the greatest part of his power is contained in the Ring), I'm going to go with:<BR><BR>Balrog kicks Sauron out of Barad-Dur to live as a pauper, sticks a HUGE drinking straw into the bowels of Orodruin and begins raining lava spitballs onto the entire bent world of Arda.<BR><BR>And you thought the nuclear bomb was scary...
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Postby Idril » Tue Dec 18, 2001 12:13 am

I don't know if anyone has put this thread 'out there' yet but I will do so just in case it has not been mentioned. This thread has a very special place in my heart as it was my introductory thread to these boards more than a year and a half ago. I feel that it is one of the best 'stories' on the boards. Here is the link:<BR><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=195">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=195</a><BR><BR>I hope that I did that correctly. It is a good although long read. <BR><BR>
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Postby Hyramendaciel » Sat Dec 22, 2001 9:25 pm

interesting
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Postby Parador~J » Thu Jan 10, 2002 8:42 am

Hail TORCers...and welcome home!!!!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Isn't it great to be back where we belong...<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><BR>While we were refuges in Exile at RingBearer...(Great place!)...first of all, I couldn't help but notice the difference TORC made in just a few days of posting...what was incredible was the transformation of those boards...not that it was anything less than that...but, TORC does have its way with producing silverlinings where ever it goes...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I had a wonderful holiday with everyone there!!!!!<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> One I will always remember warmly...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I want to resurrect this thread by dedicating this post to Frodo Took & EntwifeLost....the thread you are about to encounter was none more than sheer laughter & brilliance!!! It starts at post 17 at this Link...<a target=new href="http://www2.ringbearer.org/mb/messageview.cfm?start=40&catid=3&threadid=3229">http://www2.ringbearer.org/mb/messageview.cfm?start=40&catid=3&threadid=3229</a>...and continues onto the next thread...stay with it gets better and better!!!! LOL <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>...In fact, FT does an instant replay...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>BTW...*<i>keep him from the Ent Draught...if you know what is good for you</i>*...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Broken-Arrow » Thu Jan 10, 2002 9:36 pm

I have to nominate my friend and spirit-sister's Mother's Prayer from the Scriptorium! It was when I first read it, and is now still upon reading again so touching!<BR>[l]<BR>
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Postby Broken-Arrow » Thu Jan 10, 2002 9:36 pm

AAARRRGGGHHHHHH! This cat stepped on my keyboard and prematurely posted without the link... twice!<BR>Here is the Link to Mothers Prayer:<BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=35&threadid=22372">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=35&threadid=22372</a><BR><BR>
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Postby FrodoTook » Thu Jan 17, 2002 12:01 pm

While visiting RingBearer, I came across <BR>the following message, originally entitled<BR><b>"178 minutes long, 178 reasons why I love it"</b><BR>by <BR><b>Iavas-Saar</b>.<BR><BR>I thought it was awesome and I promised Iavas <BR>that I would repost it at TORC for him.<BR><BR>All the following is by Iavas_Saar <BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR>Date Posted (at Ringbearer): Dec/29/2001 5:59 AM <BR> <BR> <BR>I would have posted this on TORC, but it's not well, so I'm posting here. If someone could copy this farewell thread over to TORC when it re-awakens I would really appreciate it. I need to get away from LOTR for a while, and that means the forums in particular, as it was becoming too all-consuming and I need to start enjoying other hobbies again.<BR><BR>I want to leave you with a list of moments from the film that all combine to make it by far my favourite ever film. I hope that many of you enjoy these moments too and that they will bring back nice memories of the film. <BR><BR>1. Galadriel speaking elvish and a simple black screen. A mesmerizing start.<BR><BR>2. The wonder on Galadriels face as she receives Nenya. The 9 kings who will become wraiths. The weakness of men is clear without the voice-over: the expressions on the faces of the 9 do not have the same purity as we saw in Galadriel.<BR><BR>3. The map of Middle-earth. This is the world that is at stake.<BR><BR>4. Sauron creates the Ring of Power. Flames roar across the screen. We get our first view of the Ring, glowing powerfully on a long dark finger: "One ring to rule them all."<BR><BR>5. Elves and men march towards the slopes of Mount Doom which are swarming with orcs. Elrond shouts a command and the archers fire. The front line of elves hacks down the first wave of orcs with swords swinging in unison. Breath-taking.<BR><BR>6. Sudden silence as the Dark Lord makes his appearance. Men and elves recoil, the determination on their faces giving way to fear. Suddenly Sauron is smashing his enemies into the air, several at a time. One of the coolest things I've ever seen on film.<BR><BR>7. Narsil is broken and the Dark Lord is vanquished by Isildur. The Ring finger hits the ground with a thud that you would expect of something far heavier, showing the importance of the Ring changing its bearer. Sauron erupts across the battlefield throwing everything to the ground. His spiked helmet falls to the ground, hollow.<BR><BR>8. Isildur's company is attacked by shadows in a gloomy forest. You can just feel that this happened in ancient times. Great atmosphere.<BR><BR>9. "My preciousss". Gollums voice is perfect IMO, and better than the BBC adaption.<BR><BR>10. We glide past the Misty Mountains, beautiful. Gollum sits by an underground lake, talking to his precious. Fish skeletons litter the ground. We briefly see his glowing eyes and strands of hair. I will never forget this image.<BR><BR>11. "Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumour grew of a shadow in the east. Whispers of a nameless fear." Add to these words the sublime images of the moon through branches, the sun glimmering through trees, and a wonderful sunset, and also Howard Shores atmospheric score, and you have one of the most evocative and beautiful moments ever seen. Shivers down the spine every time. Middle-earth comes alive.<BR><BR>12. "Lossst! The precious is lossst!" Perfect Gollum again. I hope he lives up to this promising start when we see him properly in TTT.<BR><BR>13. The music becomes suddenly happy and peaceful, and we see the first tranquil view of the Shire: a hobbit reading beneath a tree. In the distance a voice is singing. A horse and cart trundles through lush woodland. Seeds drift past on the breeze.<BR><BR>14. "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." As we see later, this is not always true.<BR><BR>15. Frodo leaps onto the cart and embraces Gandalf as the flute hobbit theme plays, setting the scene for the touching friendships on display throughout the film.<BR><BR>16. A jolly theme plays as the cart passes through the idyllic countrside of the Shire. The water is the bluest blue. The grass is the greenest green. And the yellow plant is the yellowest yellow.<BR><BR>17. A sweeping melody plays as we see a beautiful pasture, and behind that The Hill and Bag End. Damn I want to go there! And we get a great reference by Gandalf to the incident with the dragon from The Hobbit.<BR><BR>18. Hobbit children rush over the fields to ask Gandalf to let off fireworks. The look on Gandalfs face as the children cheer is priceless. The innocence of it all is a welcome relief from the youth of the real world!<BR><BR>19. The joy of both Gandalf and Bilbo to see each other again. You have no doubt that these two are friends who go back over many years.<BR><BR>20. Seeing the the interior of Bag End from Gandalfs POV. It is so cosy, and you can almost feel the warmth from the crackling fire. And seeing the map from The Hobbit tops it off.<BR><BR>21. "I think Frodo is still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields, the little rivers." This is very evocative and really enforces how idyllic the Shire is. Hearing Bilbo say this just makes you want to walk straight out of Bag End there and then and go exploring.<BR><BR>22. Bilbo and Gandalf sit above the party field at dusk enjoying some pipe-weed together. If you don't smile at Gandalf's ship of smoke going through Bilbos simple ring there is something wrong with you. It's little moments like these that will make this film an enduring classic.<BR><BR>23. Bilbo telling the children the troll story, and also the stone trolls showing up for real later on (I wonder how many non-readers got that?). How did they find such cute kiddies? The look of wonder on the little girls face is particularly memorable. Another little moment to make you smile.<BR><BR>24. Gandalf's fireworks and Merry and Pippins tomfoolery. I love all this innocent fun, as it makes the darkness later on even more potent.<BR><BR>25. The concerned look that Bilbo gives Frodo before disappearing. Fantastic acting to be able to say so much without words.<BR><BR>26. Bilbos version of "My precious". Freaky.<BR><BR>27. Gandalf becoming tall and threatening, and Bilbos subsequent regret. This is very touching, as well as showing us that Gandalf is indeed more than just a conjuror of cheap tricks.<BR><BR>28. The ring falling from Bilbo's hand. Well done to the director for giving weight to such a small but important moment.<BR><BR>29. Gandalfs wink at Bilbo just before he departs. I don't know how he gives off such warmth. Bilbo sings the same Road song as he set off as Gandalf sang as he arrived.<BR><BR>30. Gandalf deep in thought by the fire. "Riddles in the dark.... My precious...." I absolutely love the reference to the riddle game. Although it was not shown in the Prologue, this shows that it definitely happened.<BR><BR>31. The sweep over Barad-dur, with the canals of lava, and hundreds of orcs working, accompanied by Shore's pounding score and the screams of Gollum being tortured. This just rocks so much.<BR><BR>32. The black riders issue forth from the huge gates of Minas Morgul. The choir gets going, things are turning nasty.<BR><BR>33. Gandalf rides up to a hill looking down towards Minas Tirith and Mordor. Fire and lightning in Mordor. Wow. The fleeting glimpses of MT are also breath-taking. This is epic stuff.<BR><BR>34. It is dusk. A dog barks. Something ominous is coming "Shiiiirrrreeeee...... Baggiiinnnsssss" You gotta feel sorry for that hobbit, he'll be scarred for life.<BR><BR>35. At first, Frodo can't see anything unusual. Then the fiery letters appear on the Ring. Gandalfs expression goes from relief to the realisation that what he feared is indeed true.<BR><BR>36. "One Rine to rule them all. One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them."<BR><BR>37. Gollums torture. "Shiirrree! Bagginnsss!"<BR><BR>38. Two black riders charge down a lane. They cut down a hobbit. Things become extremely tense in Bag End. "You must take it!" The score really builds the tension here. Brilliant exchange between Frodo and Gandalf.<BR><BR>39. "What must I do?" The first sign that Frodo is made of stern stuff.<BR><BR>40. "Hobbits really are amazing creatures." Frodo smiling gently up at Gandalf, with his stick and his green cloak, all ready to set off.<BR><BR>41. "A little late for trimming the verge don't you think?" Brilliant exchange between Gandalf and Sam. That's our Sam!<BR><BR>42. Gandalf silhoetted against a pure dawn sky. Beautiful imagery.<BR><BR>43. Gandalf rides off at speed, and the hobbits are left alone in the forest. The journey has begun. Frodo and Sam trek through the Shire, accompanied by a beautiful part of the score. I absolutely love the scenery. Again, Middle-earth feels so real here.<BR><BR>44. "If I take one more step, it will be the furthest from home I've ever been." Frodo and Sams friendship and faith in each other begins to shine.<BR><BR>45. "It's a dangerous business, going out of your door." Bilbo's saying accompanies Frodo and Sam camping beneath a tree. Two hobbits on an adventure.<BR><BR>46. The tower of Orthanc rises majestically out of a wooded grove surrounded by snow-capped mountains. This location will change a lot over the course of the first 2 films.<BR><BR>47. Gandalfs chilling realisation that Saruman has gone bad, and the thrill of seeing two powerful wizards inflicting serious pain on one another.<BR><BR>48. Sam thinking he's lost Frodo just before they meet M&P.<BR><BR>49. "A shortcut to what?" "Mushrooms!"<BR><BR>50. The blue mist, the swirling leaves, and the warping of the road.<BR><BR>51. The heavy clumps of the black riders boots and glove, the sniffing, the insects, and Frodo's horrible temptation to use the Ring. Scary little scene.<BR><BR>52. The shot of a silhoetted black rider, the breeze ruffling its robes, the horse snorting. Very powerful imagery.<BR><BR>53. A black rider leaps out at Frodo with that terrifying scream. There is a desparate scramble, and then tense slow motion shots of Frodo just managing to get to the Ferry in time. You are shouting "Go on Frodo!" along with the other hobbits.<BR><BR>54. The black rider turns and trots away into the blue mist. Other black riders gallop past and there is a different type of scream, more of a drawn out wail. Amazing imagery and atmosphere.<BR><BR>55. M&P show their love of beer in the Prancing Pony.<BR><BR>56. Strider in the corner. The shot where he lights his pipe and you see the glow of his eyes for a second before they fade away is a beautiful touch.<BR><BR>57. Frodo's dream-like trance that searches for someone saying 'Baggins'. A nice addition to the Rings power IMO. When Frodo tries to run over to Pippin you get a great feel for the pub being crowded and people getting in your way. Good claustraphobic effect.<BR><BR>58. The pale blurriness of the shadow world, and behind it all a giant flaming eye looms over everything, cutting through the shadows. Very intense, you can almost feel the heat from it, and the voice is genuinely scary. Take it off Frodo!!<BR><BR>59. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift." Strider puts out the candles with his fingers and pulls back his hood. Sam, Merry and Pippin burst in bravely showing their loyalty to Frodo. "You have a stout heart, but that will not save you." Great intro to Aragorn.<BR><BR>60. Saruman using the palantir and communicating telepathically with Sauron. Chilling. Our first proper look at an orc, and he can't walk properly, and does not seem that nasty or strong (the make-up is fantastic). Good motivation for creating the Uruk-hai.<BR><BR>61. "The roots go deep." The trees are pulled down as Gandalf sits huddled in the rain. Very powerful imagery as the camera pulls back to reveal the full extent of what is being done to the trees far below.<BR><BR>62. Harry is crushed flat under the Bree gate. Ouch.<BR><BR>63. The ringwraiths glide past a petrified Barliman.<BR><BR>64. The camera swings round from the beds to reveal the ringwraiths in the dark. Wow. The gentle creaking of their boots as they move into position is amazing.<BR><BR>65. Strider gazing out from a misty window as the ringwraiths scream away in a room across the yard. I love his apparant calmness. And his description of the Nazgul to the hobbits is awesome.<BR><BR>66. The 3 shots of black riders in the countryside as Strider says "They will never stop hunting you." Some of the most powerful imagery in the film. Left me awestruck.<BR><BR>67. "We're going to see the elves!"<BR><BR>68. Pippin reveals the number of daily meals that hobbits like to have.<BR><BR>69. "This was the ancient watchtower of Amon Sul." Great feeling of history to this line.<BR><BR>70. The distant view of Weathertop with Aragorn silhoetted against an eerily pink/purple sky. Stunning.<BR><BR>71. The hobbits hear a nazgul scream and see them advancing through the mist below. They draw their swords and run to the summit. The long shot of the summit as they run to the center of the ruins has real horror film lighting.<BR><BR>72. The WiKi appearing out of the gloom. Wow. The clunk of his footstep and the sound effects as he grips his sword. The wraiths slowly advance. Surely the hobbits don't stand a chance. Scary.<BR><BR>73. Sams heroic "Back you devils!". M&P are brave too. The hopelessness as Frodo falls and pushes himself backwards along the ground.<BR><BR>74. The Nazgul uncloaked. Frodo's pain as he is stabbed. It's all so intense.<BR><BR>75. Aragorn jumping in. The way he fends off the nazgul with both the flaming brand and his sword is amazing to watch. The slow motion parts really show his determination. And the look on his face before throwing the flaming brand at the last wraith is just too cool. And in the midst of all this we get Frodos tearful "Oh Sam".<BR><BR>76. The appearance of the moth fluttering over the ruined Isengard, accompanied by a single choirboy in the score. What can I say. Simply beautiful to behold. A fantastic idea by Jackson and co, and executed with cinematic genius.<BR><BR>77. The plummet into the depths of Isengard. From a glimmer of nature down into the heart of mass production. Awesome. The gruesome birth of Lurtz rams home how corrupted Saruman is, and Lurtzs fierceness as he stands up to his full height is frightning to behold.<BR><BR>78. Arwens shining appearance to Frodo, her beautiful elvish, and the lovely accompanying choral music. I like the fact that Frodo sees Arwen more from the wraith world (which explains why he sees the shining light, and a different dress and hairstyle). A nice substitute for not seeing an unveiled Glorfindel.<BR><BR>79. Aragorn and Arwen talking in elvish about what to do. Again the score stands out too.<BR><BR>80. The flight to the Ford is damn exciting and very well executed. I can still hear the sound of the hooves in my head.<BR><BR>81. The flood, the white horses! A great climax to the first part of the film.<BR><BR>82. Arwen trying to save Frodo. Great acting from Liv, she makes Arwen very caring. This part always brings a tear to my eye, mirroring Arwens own tear.<BR><BR>83. The white light of Frodo's recovery giving way to the calmness of Rivendell. Fantastic to see Gandalf again.<BR><BR>84. The return of the moth and the rescue by Gwahir. The shot of Saruman on Orthanc silhoetted against the moon as Gwahir flies into the foreground is beautifully composed. Then gliding over the mountains, epic stuff. Gandalfs decision not to worry Frodo with the details of why he was delayed, and the obvious discomfort the memory causes him, are more brilliant touches. There is just so much depth to the performances.<BR><BR>85. Sam rushing in to find Frodo awake as the hobbit theme plays can't help but make you smile.<BR><BR>86. The long shot of Rivendell nestled at the end of the gorge is spectacular. This is what makes Middle-earth so special.<BR><BR>87. The slo-mo shots of Frodo and Sam walking together, and then meeting M&P, are just so nicely done. It's moments like these where you see Jacksons film-making talent really adding something special.<BR><BR>88. When Frodo sees Bilbo, the look on his face, and the score, combine so perfectly. Such a touching moment. You really believe that Frodo is just overjoyed.<BR><BR>89. "There and back again, a hobbits tale by Bilbo Baggins." Bilbo wishing he could go back to the places he'd been before. The map of the Shire. Frodo reminiscing. Just fantastic stuff.<BR><BR>90. Frodo deciding that he is ready to go home.<BR><BR>91. Beautiful shots of Boromir and Legolas arriving on horseback.<BR><BR>92. Elrond and Isildur at Sammath Naur. The shimmering heat effect and Elronds cloak blowing up behind him are awesome.<BR><BR>93. A quiet hallway in Rivendell. Aragorn sits reading. A fantastic picture of Isildur defeating Sauron on the wall. The whole place feels so real.<BR><BR>94. Boromir examing Narsil. When he sees Aragorn and becomes agitated you can tell that he has been having a tough time in his life. The troubles with his father and the glory of Gondor already hold sway over him.<BR><BR>95. Great symbolism by having Boromir drop the hilt and Aragorn carefully retrieve it. You can tell that Aragorn is deeply affected by his ancestry. He almost seems to worship the shards. A quiet moment that shows a much deeper side to Aragorns character.<BR><BR>96. Livs words of encouragement to Aragorn. "You will face the same evil and you will defeat it." And indeed he does, at the end of the film, by resisting the Ring as Isildur could not.<BR><BR>97. Arwen giving Aragorn the Evenstar on a beautiful nighttime bridge.<BR><BR>98. Boromirs description of Mordor. "The very air that you breath is a poisonous fume." And we are going to see this place come alive at some point!<BR><BR>99. The way the Ring works its evil magic over the entire Council, leading to the argument. As this goes on, Frodo realises with horror what is happening, and that hobbits are the only race that remain relatively unaffected by the Ring. They have kept the bad history between elves and dwarves. Here it is brought back to the surface and boils over due to the Ring.<BR><BR>100. Frodo makes the brave decision to take the Ring. At first he is not heard above the argueing. "I will take the Ring." Gandalf closes his eyes with sadness, a perfect reaction from Sir Ian. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though.. I do not know the way." What a moment. A pivotal moment. And pulled off amazingly well.<BR><BR>101. Gandalfs smile to Elrond as Aragorn pledges his sword to Frodo.<BR><BR>102. Sam, Merry and Pippin refusing to be left behind. I love those hobbits.<BR><BR>103. Bilbo breaking down after his lunge for the Ring. Poor guy, I get sad just thinking about it.<BR><BR>104. The final views of Rivendell as the Fellowship depart. Breath-taking, but with an underlying 'now things really get going' feel to the music. Then the triumphant theme plays as the Fellowship stride confidently past the camera with snow-capped mountains behind them. The Fellowship is truly on its way.<BR><BR>105. Boromir teaching M&P swordfighting. What a wonderful addition. This, for me, really shows that the movie has a heart. Jackson really cares about these characters and I think that comes across the whole way through, and at this moment especially. When Aragorn smiles at the rough and tumble between the 3 of them, that smile is real. It's how we all feel at that moment. Totally heart-warming (but also very sad in hindsight).<BR><BR>106. The first view of the imposing peak of Caradhras, and the pure white snow as they trek upwards.<BR><BR>107. Boromir picking up the Ring after Frodo slips. Frodo's wounded expression is fantastic, as is Boromirs fascination. The Ring is already at work.<BR><BR>108. Legolas walking on top of the snow as everyone else slogs through it.<BR><BR>109. Sarumans voice on the wind, and Gandalf trying in vain to calm the mountain.<BR><BR>110. Saruman looking at a book about Moria, with a drawing of the Balrog. "Shadow and Flame". This sets up the Balrog so well.<BR><BR>111. The amazing views of the old road from the Moria gate, and then the giant cliff itself.<BR><BR>112. The ithildin of the Moria gate glowing in the moonlight. Beautiful.<BR><BR>113. Sams goodbye to Bill, and Aragorns reassuring words to Sam. And you can very faintly hear wolves howling in the distance, nice touch. (Though I do admit it's a shame Bill wasn't mentioned earlier in the film, which would have made the scene a lot sadder).<BR><BR>114. Gimli sharing his excitement to be entering Moria with Legolas. But this is quickly turned to sorrow. It's quite sad now I think about it.<BR><BR>115. Seeing The Watcher come to life. I especially like the shot of it clambering up towards the door at the end, a view which seemed to hark back to the Krackens of old adventure films. I also like the fact that Boromir has a pivotal role in saving Frodo.<BR><BR>116. "There are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the world."<BR><BR>117. We pull back to see the vast interior of the mines as the Moari choir starts to sing ominously.<BR><BR>118. We get to see some more of Gollum. His movement is fluid, and the close-up of his eyes is spectacular. There is definitely intelligence in them.<BR><BR>119. Gandalfs chat with Frodo, including his "Many that live deserve death" speech, and his advice that "All we have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given to us." This is a wonderful scene that again shows the heart of the film, and is also extremely sad when you know what is soon to happen.<BR><BR>120. When the Fellowship enters the vast hall with all the pillars, and the music swells. Wow.<BR><BR>121. Gimli discovering Balins Tomb.<BR><BR>122. Gandalf reading from the book. "Drums. Drums in the deep." Very soon we will hear those drums for real!<BR><BR>123. Pippins carelessness. The echoing sound down through the mines. The moment of silence as everyone holds their breath. Amazing tension.<BR><BR>124. Doom doom. The tension mounts. Sting glows blue, the music starts, and off we go.<BR><BR>125. Boromirs lack of concern as 2 arrows barely miss his face. Then the great line "They have a cave troll." He is definitely not scared!<BR><BR>126. The hand-held style of the fight works amazingly, conveying the confusion and desparation of the fight. The fight gets better and better each time I see it.<BR><BR>127. The cave troll lumbers in. This beast is going to take some beating. The CGI is not perfect, but it's damn good and easily good enough to suspend disbelief. This thing feels like part of mines.<BR><BR>128. Sam using his pans. That clunk just sounds so cool in the heat of battle.<BR><BR>129. Aragorn trying to defend Frodo from the Troll. There is a special bond between these two, shown again as Frodo runs to see if Aragorn is okay. The slo-mo gasp of pain from Frodo when he gets stabbed still gets me even though I know he's not really hurt at all. Gandalfs expression is awesome, as is Sams agression to fight his way to where Frodo is.<BR><BR>130. I actually feel quite sorry for the cave troll when it dies, as its moans are really sad. Silence falls and the battle is won. Frodo is fine thank goodness, and he reveals his mithril to everyone.<BR><BR>131. More orcs screech. Gandalf is not amused. "To the bridge of Khazad-dum!" And they burst out of the chamber to the triumphant theme.<BR><BR>132. The first roar of the Balrog and the orange light far off down the hall. Amazing. This thing is big. "A demon of the ancient world." Legolas's expression says it all.<BR><BR>133. They enter a mounstrous cavern with a thin flight of steps high above the fiery floor. The scale of it is awe-inspiring. The Moari choir starts chanting in Dwarvish which really gets things cooking.<BR><BR>134. The leap across the gap in the stairway, and the mini archery battle between Legolas and some orcs. This is adventure at its best.<BR><BR>135. The Balrog. Shadow and Flame. A demon of the ancient world. Truly magnificent. Awe-inspiring to behold. I can't imagine it being much better.<BR><BR>136. The bridge. Perfection. The encounter will surely go down in movie history. "Fly, you fools."<BR><BR>137. Frodos "Noooooooooooooo!". How on earth did Elijah do that? How can any actor inject that much anguish into a cry? The most heart-breaking moment of the movie.<BR><BR>138. The slo-mo as Aragorn leaves in disbelief and arrows hiss silently around him. This is just amazingly poignant.<BR><BR>139. The reactions of the Fellowship on getting outside. The music and the images here are amazing. The acting is fantastic. Frodo tries to be strong but it's no use. Aragorn knows he has to take command and be strong.<BR><BR>140. Galadriel speaking to Frodo as they enter Lorien. The colours also stand out for me here. I can't describe it, but there seems to be a depth and a realness to the image unlike other films.<BR><BR>141. The walk up to Caras Galadhon. The glimmering vistas are amazing. There is a peacefulness to all the designs.<BR><BR>142. The appearance of Galadriel from the shimmering light. The music stands out again.<BR><BR>143. Galadriel testing Boromir. It is left to our imagination what she says to him, and also to Sam, which is a good thing.<BR><BR>144. The otherworldly blueness of the surroundings as the Fellowship rests in Lorien, and the peacefulness of the fountain splashing in the background. Add the Lament for Gandalf, and you are completely carried away into another world.<BR><BR>145. Boromirs talk with Aragorn, one of my favourite moments of the film. Boromirs little speech about the White City is so beautiful. You can just feel the banners blowing in the breeze as he describes it. This rounds off Boromirs character perfectly. He is a good man at heart struggling to find any hope.<BR><BR>146. Galadriel is almost angelic as she glides through the night towards the Mirror.<BR><BR>147. Frodo seeing the spoiled Shire in the Mirror.<BR><BR>148. The Uruk-hai putting on their armour and face-paint. These guys are a real threat. Brilliant use of slo-mo.<BR><BR>149. The solemn dawn as the Fellowship paddle away from Lorien. Frodo remembers receiving the Phial from Galadriel, then we see her giving a farewell gesture, with beautiful choral music making it a very striking moment.<BR><BR>150. Legolas sensing Lurtz. Shows how good the elves senses are.<BR><BR>151. The Argonath. Amazing visuals, amazing music. The back view is particularly stunning.<BR><BR>152. The camera lingers on Frodo and Boromir as they get out of the boats. Both expressions tell you a lot about what they are thinking. You know that they are both approaching some sort of crunch time where their destinies will be decided.<BR><BR>153. Frodo wanders high up into the woods on Amon Hen in quiet reflection. Can he really go ahead and leave everyone?<BR><BR>154. The Frodo/Boromir encounter. Boromir is amazing here. I never thought the scene could play out as well as this. When Boromir shouts out "Frodo I'm sorry!" you really want Frodo to realise it and go back and make peace with Boromir.<BR><BR>155. Looking across to Barad-dur and nearly being caught by the lidless eye. The intensity gives way to sudden silence when Frodo takes off the Ring.<BR><BR>156. "Where is the ring?" In his nervous state, Frodo hears desire in Aragorns voice when really there is none. Aragorn sounds so different for that one line, it is obviously heard from Frodos POV.<BR><BR>157. The Ring calls Aragorns name, but he has the strength to resist. He is stronger than Isildur. I think at this point he begins to believe that he is strong enough to claim the throne.<BR><BR>158. Aragorn turns to face the Uruk-hai army with a new look of self-belief. The slo-mo here is superb.<BR><BR>159. The fight scenes are once again awesome. The quick editing again gives the feeling of desparate intensity. Aragorns cry of "Elendil!" is a very nice touch. His main fighting strength seems to be fierce intensity rather than very fluid technical skill.<BR><BR>160. Legolas is a joy to behold when figting. His best moments for me are the arrow through the head then fire manoevre, and the 3 arrows in quick succession scene. Gimli is cool too but not quite in the same league.<BR><BR>161. Frodo exchanging a sad look with Merry to say that he is going it alone. M&P make their sacrifice for Frodo. A brilliant moment which I think improves on the book.<BR><BR>162. The shots of uruk-hai rushing through beams of sunlight are awesome.<BR><BR>163. Boromir rushes to save his 2 favourite hobbits. He has to redeem himself.<BR><BR>164. We hear the horn of Gondor. The camera travels over the battle from where Aragorn is right across to where Boromir is, really making it seem like everything is going on at once. Fantastic.<BR><BR>165. You really feel the impact of the bolts hitting Boromir. The moment of silence after the 1st one hits is agonising. When he struggles on to defend the hobbits in slo-mo, and the sound is muffled, and the choir is humming, it is just perfectly executed. The emotional impact is huge. Jackson knows how to create an epic and highly moving last stand.<BR><BR>166. M&P make their attempts to avenge Boromir, but are captured. The distress on their faces is horrible.<BR><BR>167. The departing Uruk-hai completely ignore the dieing Boromir. Lurtz takes his time to fire the killer blow, relishing the moment.<BR><BR>168. Aragorns fight with Lurtz is about raw passion on Aragorns part. He is fighting to avenge Boromir. It's a hugely satisfying fight, and you really want to cheer the beheading. <BR><BR>169. The part where Lurtz pulls himself further onto Aragorns sword deserves a separate mention to the rest of the fight. It's just too awesome.<BR><BR>170. Boromirs death scene. Beautiful. You can feel the bond that had grown between him and Aragorn. "I would have followed you my brother.. my captain.. my king." One of the most moving lines from the film. Brilliant scriptwriting. "Be at peace, son of Gondor." A tear runs down Aragorns cheek. Films don't get any better than this.<BR><BR>171. Frodo standing by the water, with the Ring in his hand, his moment of destiny upon him. You feel his pain. The tears are real. Beautifully shot too.<BR><BR>172. The words of Gandalf come back to Frodo. Such a poignant moment. Even in death Gandalf is a comfort, his advice will live on and shape the course of the future. Frodo makes up his mind once and for all. He has to be decisive.<BR><BR>173. "Of course you are. And I'm coming with you!" A perfect moment. Brings tears to my eyes even now. Sam would rather drown than not be able to protect Frodo.<BR><BR>174. The shimmering water. The hands meet.<BR><BR>175. When the two hug, and the hobbit flute theme starts, it is probably the most touching moment of friendship I've ever seen. If you don't cry at this moment I want to know why not!<BR><BR>176. Aragorn strapping on Boromirs armguard. He will now carry on the fight to save the White City. There is new found resolution in Aragorns eyes as Legolas realises they will not follow Frodo and Sam.<BR><BR>177. The three hunters are now bound together. Gimli's dispair turns to hope that they can still do some good by rescueing M&P. They disappear into the woods with new determination. All is not lost.<BR><BR>178. "We may yet Mr.Frodo. We may." "Sam, I'm glad that you're with me." Brilliant last lines. Despite the threatening mountains of Mordor on the horizon, the friendship of the two hobbits gives us hope. They are helpless in a vast world, but they are not alone. They will go on bravely as long as they can. A risky ending to a film, but an incredibly powerful one IMO.<BR><BR><b>End of Iavas-Saars Message</b><BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>Following is one more post he made in the thread.<BR>In addition to the 178 reasons he shared with us,<BR>it really shows just how big a fan he is...<BR>----------<BR>by <b>Iavas_Saar</b> <BR>Date Posted: Jan/02/2002 6:45 PM (At RingBearer)<BR> <BR><i>While I'm here, I might as well reveal how far my love of this film has gone.. at my 7th viewing today, I went to a screen with SDDS sound, and closed my eyes for the whole movie, concentrating solely on listening to the missing parts of the score and all of the sound effects. If you are someone who knows they are going to see the movie a very large number of times, I recommend devoting one of your viewings to this (but at a screen with good sound). There is so much to the sound that you just can't pick up on when your brain is concentrating on the visuals as well. In many places Middle-earth seems to come even more to life, because the sounds are exactly what you would hear if you were really there, whereas the image is always a flat image on a cinema screen, and can never be 100\% realistic.</i><BR><BR><b>End of Iavas_Saars post.</b><BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>Everyone, I hope you enjoyed reading these messages as much as I did.<BR>It is my honor to have re-posted them here at TORC.<BR><BR>True classics.<BR><BR>This post is dedicated to my Middle-earth friend (Iavas_Saar)<BR><BR><b>Cheers Iavas and thank you for <BR>sharing your thoughts and feelings.</b><BR><BR>Your friend,<BR>FrodoTook<BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR><BR> <BR> <BR>
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Postby socr@tes » Thu Jan 17, 2002 1:30 pm

I would be a fool to let this one pass by.<BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=252">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=252</a>
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Postby Harvestar » Thu Jan 17, 2002 3:13 pm

I just wanted to say that Broken-Arrow's posts are always so beautiful and lovely! Her spirit seems to shine through each word that she types. <BR><BR>This particular one that I submit (I hope you don't mind, dear BA), had me in tears. It was a submission to Arwen 740's Butterfly Garden (also full of beautiful poems and writing). <BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=28046">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=28046</a><BR><BR>Broken-Arrow, Oct/30/2001 4:20 AM<BR><BR>Nésé'e Arwen740!<BR><BR>My Spirit-sister I seek thee out for the four winds of the four arrows blow and I know not what to do! I hear your song in the<BR>skies above me and it brings me comfort to hear your voice! But my feet are tired and my body groans, and your words are<BR>comfort I hold to now.<BR><BR>Nésé'e Arwen740, blessing you are to us! With your loving, caring spirit you caress us here as your hand of life reaches out!<BR>We love you! Nésé'e néméhotâtse! May your words again come to hold us in their caring embrace as theey have so many<BR>times before. May the dry bones, sand, and wind be passed by your spirit and again blow forth your gifts of love, life, story, art,<BR>and song once more! For a stranger you are not to us, but a part of us you have become, and without you nésé'e we are not<BR> <BR>I hope all is well with you and you only step away for a time, and not get caught up in the race of craziness that is this worls<BR>nad claims so many in its grasp, but to stop and look at the flower growing, and the bee nursing it, and remember your love for<BR>the things that have come to be such a big part of your life. <BR><BR>A big hug to you my sister of the spirit that cries to me, and I wish I could hold you now in my arms and say to you how much<BR>you mean to me. For it is rare to find one that has the way woven so deep in their heart, and to see you pour it forth so well to<BR>others in your art and words.<BR><BR>My father last night asked of my tears, and I told him my friend comes no more to the gardens. So he asked me of my friend,<BR>and I told him of you and the words you have written me and showed him the words you have written to all here in the<BR>Butterfly Gardens. He read all I had printed many times, and then smiled and said you have the way in your heart, and that<BR>you are Cheyenne more than many of the first nation, and that it is not blood that says, "I am Cheyenne", but the spirit. He<BR>names you Butterfly in Willow, for you work and grow and sleep and are reborn anew and thrive are mother to many and<BR>dance and fly in the winds! And you stand and you rest your arms about many and cover them as your fingers touch the earth.<BR>He smoked in your honor and says you need to drink the waters that nourish your roots, and rest in the winds sometimes. He<BR>says he will meet you on his journey to walk the winds and will be a breath that rustles your leaves.<BR><BR>Grandfather, my friend Arwen740 calls to the winds, will she find rest? Will she not be cought in the craziness and be able to<BR>let her spirit soar in the four winds again? If it is allowed, touch her dreams and breath anew in her what the great Sky spirit<BR>and great Earth spirit has blessed her with and let her find rest from the worries of the world. may she know that wel love her<BR>so, and that she means more to so many than she may realize.<BR><BR>Néméhotâtse Butterfly in Willow, Arwen740,<BR><BR>Saralai Brokenarrow
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Postby GoodSam » Thu Jan 17, 2002 6:11 pm

This one is actually a two-parter and was posted by Whistler on Feb 18, 2001. I keep thinking of it even now. It moved me and made me chuckle. Thank you again Whistler for such a wonderful journey<BR><BR><b>An Account Of My Recent Adventures, Including a Remarkable Interview With the One (Part One) </b><BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=11203">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=11203</a><BR><BR>Allow me first to state that I am in possession of physical evidence (never mind what, just yet) that the following account is at least partly factual. I was rather addled (or worse) when most of this business occurred, and perhaps my memory has tricked me here and there. Or maybe not. Believe whatever portions of it please you, and overlook anything that strikes you as bogus. I can promise only that I have attempted to stick to the facts as I remember them. <BR><BR>Some of you remember that, some time ago, I reluctantly withdrew from the Council for reasons which are not worth reviewing. The following strange events, which have thrust themselves upon me since that time, compel me to make a brief return. <BR><BR>Be warned! The following post is very long, and very weird. I have not edited it down to an easily digestible size, as I feel that I have no right to do so. For your convenience, however, I have broken it into two installments. As to the weirdness, for that I offer neither explanation nor apology. <BR><BR>Read and judge, O sages of the Council! <BR><BR>********** <BR><BR>(It’s late. I have been working in my studio for most of the evening, lost in the pale blue light of my Macintosh monitor. Time to take a break, I think. Time to check those wonderful, infuriating message boards. What’s the harm in lurking for a moment?) <BR><BR>Me (to nobody): <BR>Same old stuff here. How many times will they make the same arguments? <BR><BR>(Quite a few times, it seems. I make myself a double espresso. Plenty of work remaining, late as it is.) <BR><BR>Me (enjoying a hit of caffeine): <BR>Better check my e-mail. <BR><BR>(Good idea. Maybe I’ve won a million dollars. Maybe hot women are waiting to fulfill my wildest fantasies, VISA and MasterCard accepted. Whatever. ) <BR><BR>Me (reviewing the inbox): <BR>What on earth? <BR><BR>(There’s a single letter from balrog@moria.com. Well, there’s a dandy handle! Message board poster, no doubt. Pretty odd. No text. There is only a mysterious attachment, entitled...) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Khazad-Dûm? <BR><BR>(Sounds pretty ominous. Well, I know better than to open an attachment in an unsolicited e-mail.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Yep. Gonna open it. <BR><BR>(Foolishly, I do. EXPLOSION! A ball of flame knocks me into darkness. I fall forever into an inky void, landing at last in a pool of icy water. Icy water?) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Bad idea. Thank you, mister balrog! <BR><BR>(Stunned and incoherent, I await my certain doom: having survived the explosion, I shall drown. In my confusion, all I can think is that I haven’t returned Dr. Strangelove to Blockbuster.) <BR><BR>(But I don’t drown. I am washed against a large, flat rock. Terra firma. This is good. The more firma, the less terra.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Well, that’s it for my fashionable Kmart sweatsuit. <BR><BR>(It certainly is. The Khazad-Dûm explosion has burned it away, leaving me in nothing but shreds of my Betty Boop underwear. Wonderful day to be dressed like an idiot. Well, there’s a bright side: I’m lost in hellish darkness, and probably will never be seen again.) <BR><BR>Me (in a brief coherent moment): <BR>A stairway. Yes. In the book, there’s a stairway. So maybe there’s a stairway leading out of here...? <BR><BR>(There is. Once I am able to stand, I begin to feel my way about the cavern into which I have fallen. I find the stone stairway and begin my ascent.) <BR><BR>Me (groggily, hoping to lift my spirits): <BR>Stairs go ever on and on. <BR>On, till Whistler breaks his neck! <BR>Attercop! Heigh diddle-diddle! <BR>I do not like green eggs and ham. <BR>I do not like you, balrog@moria.com! <BR>Fifteen birds in five fir trees <BR>Don’t like you, either. Tra, la! <BR><BR>(On and on. How many steps? And then what?) <BR><BR>Me (deteriorating rapidly): <BR>...call within the next ten minutes, and we’ll send you Hits Of the Seventies absolutely free. Yes, Virginia, there is a Balrog. I would like to thank the members of the Academy. <BR><BR>(Hours pass. Or is it days?) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>...three cups of sugar, the Professor and Mary Ann. You shall not pass, flame of Onion! I am a servant of the Secret Flies. <BR><BR>(At last I see a light. A crescent moon! I climb, and the moon grows larger. No, it’s not the moon. It’s a sliver of sunlight, shining through a half closed manhole cover.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Yes. There’s a manhole cover in the book. I remember it extinctly. It’s made of...mithril and strawberries. Lovely spoons, Lobelia! <BR><BR>(Finally I reach the last step. There’s a ladder! I climb it. Arriving at the final rung, I slide away the manhole cover and crawl, with my last remaining strength, to the surface.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>The Eagle has landed. I did not have sexual relations with that woman. <BR><BR>(I collapse.) <BR><BR>(I am next aware of...a couch? Yes, I appear to be reclining on a couch. I have been wrapped in a cloth which smells of mothballs. Someone has found me and brought me here, wherever here is. Soon I will open my eyes. Not yet.) <BR><BR>Voice: <BR>An australopithicus? Do you suppose it is an australopithicus? <BR><BR>Voice 2: <BR>It is an enigma. Look! It has the face of an enigma. <BR><BR>Voice 3: <BR>A very handsome face. He resembles...Mr. Niggle, prior to the Norman invasion. The orcs cut his ears off, you know. Served ‘em with horseradish. <BR><BR>(Right. Okay. I’m surrounded by lunatics. Hey, this is just like the message boards.) <BR><BR>Me (with eyes still shut): <BR>Hello, everybody. I hear you. I am now about to open my eyes. If any of you are...oh, monsters or anything, please inform me in advance. <BR><BR>Voice 4: <BR>Sir, you are clearly unaware of the honor which has graced you. We are not monsters. We are (if I may say so) the most sublime entities in all of Creation. Behold us, and despair! <BR><BR>(I behold. I despair. They’re a ragged bunch of creaky old ladies and gentlemen. The youngest appears to be eighty, at least. All of them are dressed in shabby, out-of-style European outfits.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Hi. Nice threads. Very...sublime. <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>Do you not know, sir, whom you address? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Well, let me see. I’m guessing you’re the Twilight Zone Gilbert & Sullivan Society. <BR><BR>Old Man (after thinking for a moment): <BR>No. That is entirely incorrect! <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Okay, I’m stumped. <BR><BR>(The man exchanges glances with his elderly companions. His eyes ask, what could be wrong with this fellow? Is he blind?) <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>It is clear that you are not entirely recovered. Otherwise you should immediately recognize us, sir, as the Powers of Arda. In other words, the Valar! <BR><BR>Old Lady (tapping his arm): <BR>And...? <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>Oh! And the Valet. <BR><BR>Old Lady: <BR>Valier! The Valar and Valier! Get it right, you silly a__! <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>The Valar and Valier. At your service. <BR><BR>(Yikes! This is seriously scary. I need to get out of here.) <BR><BR>Me (sitting up): <BR>The Valar and Valier. Of course. Obviously! So, I don’t suppose you have a telephone? <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>We are incommunicado, sir, with all except the One. And who are you? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Whistler. Call me Whistler. <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>Nay! For now you are Whistler the White. Behold! We have clothed you in a snowy garment, trimmed with rings of mithril. Seldom were the valiant kings of Noodlenor attired in such finery! <BR><BR>(It’s a wrinkled bedsheet. Noodlenor? Everybody claps.) <BR><BR>Old Lady: <BR>Very pretty speech, love. Introduce us, now, to Mr. Niggle! <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Whistler. <BR><BR>Old Man: <BR>I am Manwë. This is Varda, Lady of the Stars! Here is Ulmo, Lord of Waters. Also Mandos, also Nessa, also Aulë. Here’s Nienna, here is Tulkas, here’s Yavanna, Giver of Fruits... <BR><BR>(This takes a while.) <BR><BR>Varda: <BR>Dear, we have forgotten our manners. It is time to put a kettle on, I think? <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>So it is. Ulmo! Teatime, there’s a good fellow! <BR><BR>(Ulmo winks and heads for the kitchen.) <BR><BR>Varda: <BR>You haven’t tasted tea, Mr. Niggle, until you have tasted it brewed by a demi-god. <BR><BR>Ulmo (from the kitchen): <BR>Angel, if you please! That is the term I prefer. It is more Judeo-Christian. But a rose by any other name...what? I forget. <BR><BR>Yavanna: <BR>Gathers no moss, I believe. I’d have noticed, if it did. <BR><BR>Nienna: <BR>Spoils the broth. It spoils the broth. Alas! The broth is always spoiled. Always, always! <BR><BR>(Nienna sobs uncontrollably.) <BR><BR>Manwë (to me): <BR>Pardon Nienna. She has been preoccupied with broth since Aulë took her teeth. <BR><BR>Aulë: <BR>Cripes, I didn’t take ‘em all. Only the gold ones. Anyways, they’re mine, you know! Substances of Arda are mine. So mind your own business, Mr. King of the Winds! Or should I say, Mr. Windbag? <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>Aulë, please! She needs her teeth. You ought to let her borrow them at dinnertime, at least. <BR><BR>Mandos: <BR>Oh, Manwë! Let me thrash him! Give me the word, and I shall reign a dreadful judgement upon him. Why, I shall knock him to the rank of Maia! <BR><BR>Aulë: <BR>Bah! You’re worse than Manwë. Who made YOU a judge? <BR><BR>Mandos: <BR>Eru! It’s my job, you bloody twit! <BR><BR>Ulmo (still busy in the kitchen): <BR>What is your pleasure, Mr. Whistler? Earl Grey, or Darjeeling? Or possibly a nice Formosan Oolong? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Please! I don’t want any tea. I have to go. Thanks for everything. <BR><BR>(I’m leaving. The bedsheet drags behind me.) <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>Sir! We have offended you. Please, there is something you should see. I entreat you to remain for just a moment. Will you wait? <BR><BR>(Hey, he’s a nice old guy. It’s the least I can do.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>All right. I didn’t mean to be abrupt. It has been a hard day. Or a hard week, maybe. I’m very confused. <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>The Valar are never confused. So heed our counsel, sir, and you will prosper. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Your counsel? Sure. I’m pretty desperate for advice. <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>In time. First, you must behold the Great Work which the Valar undertake! Since the foundation of the World That Is, naught of such splendor hath been wrought. Ne’er, sir! Ne’er! And I daresay that Fëanor himself would have straightway forsaken the Silmarils to gain a prize so fair. I daresay further that... <BR><BR>Aulë: <BR>Oh, bother! Shut yer yap, Mr. Windbag, and let him have a flippin’ look, for Eru’s sake! <BR><BR>(Manwë scowls at Aulë and turns to lead me into a tiny room. In the center of the room, there’s a table. On the table, I see the Great Work.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>A jigsaw puzzle. You’re working a jigsaw puzzle? <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>Not just any jigsaw puzzle, sir, but the World’s Hardest Jigsaw Puzzle! Look, Mr. Whistler! It says so on the box. <BR><BR>(That’s what it says. World’s Hardest Jigsaw Puzzle, Ages 12 and Up.) <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>The puzzle is entitled “Hundreds of Puppies.” And let me assure you that the title is accurate! Have you ever seen so many puppies, Mr. Whistler? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>That’s a lot of puppies, all right. <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>Oh, it is maddeningly difficult. How can one be certain (for example) that the tail of a beagle is not, in fact, the tail of a retriever? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Must be tough. <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>Indeed. I should hate to imagine what would happen, if a work of this nature were entrusted to anybody lacking substantial supernatural credentials! <BR><BR>(They are waiting for a compliment. What can I say? I suppose it won’t hurt to be nice. Could they really be the Valar? If so, they deserve a little honor, a little respect. For old times’ sake.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Okay. I am certainly impressed, and you’ve convinced me. Even the wisest of the Firstborn, I’m certain, couldn’t handle such a puzzle. You are clearly the Valar...and Valier! <BR><BR>(Everybody cheers. Even Nienna and Aulë are smiling.) <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>Very good, Mr. Whistler the White! And now, I will offer you the counsel of the Valar. You must seek the One! <BR><BR>(The One? Let me guess. He lives in the trailer park, next to the drive-in movie.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>The One? Eru? Ilúvatar? <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>The same. You do not (of course) belong here. And even the Valar are powerless to help you, awesome and majestic though we are. You are quite a special case. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>All right, then. Where do I find the One? <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>He is due at Bag End within the hour. <BR><BR>(Bag End! Finally, a place I’d like to see.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Within the hour? How far is it? Which direction? <BR><BR>Manwë: <BR>The questions are irrelevant. You will surely find it, Mr. Whistler. But we must have our tea, and resume the Great Work. Goodbye! <BR><BR>(There’s a flash of light. I am standing in a desert, alone. This isn’t Bag End, by a long shot.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Well, they don’t make Valar like they used to. What now? <BR><BR>(I walk, having no idea which direction will lead me to the One. After a while, I see a hazy shape in the distance. A tree? Yes, but it’s nearly transparent. It grows more opaque as I approach.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Curiouser and curiouser! <BR><BR>(By the time I reach it, it is real. A tree. And a hill. And a garden. And a round green door with a handle in the middle.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>It’s perfect. It’s real, and it’s perfect! <BR><BR>(Perfect? Well, not quite. The garden is overgrown with weeds. The paint is peeling off the green door, and there’s an overall look of disrepair.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Odd. It wouldn’t be like Sam to let things get so shabby. But otherwise it looks all right. Very hobbit-ish. <BR><BR>(I knock. No answer, but the door swings open on rusty, creaking hinges. I enter. It’s dusty and dark. But I like it. It’s a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.) <BR><BR>Voice (from outside): <BR>Hallo, hallo! Is anybody in there? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Yes! The door was open, so... <BR><BR>(A human-shaped form passes slowly through the circular doorway. Well, he’s plainly taller than a hobbit! Short for Ilúvatar, though. And on the stocky side.) <BR><BR>Voice: <BR>Splendid! They told me you were here! Very peculiar, what has happened to you. Quite unprecedented. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Are you...the One, sir? <BR><BR>Voice: <BR>Yes, but only to the Valar and Valier. As their author and creator, it is entirely understandable that they regard me as their deity. Dear, how dusty this place has become! But of course we give little thought to housekeeping. <BR><BR>(Suddenly a beam of golden sunlight streaks into the center of the room, and the speaker’s craggy face is clearly visible.) <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Professor Tolkien? <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Indeed. And you are Whistler the White, he of the wrinkled bedsheet! Most amusing. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Oh! Professor! This is a very great honor! <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>I cannot think why. I should think it a considerable disappointment to one who expected an encounter with Eru himself. But I thank you for your courtesy, however misguided. Have you your pipe with you, sir? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>I don’t smoke. <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Today you shall, and you shall borrow one of these excellent hobbit-pipes. This one was Bilbo's, I think. No! It was left here by Merry. How dreadfully careless he was, to leave it behind! Here, we shall chat until your pipe is extinguished. <BR><BR>(He fills the pipe with aromatic pipe-weed, lights it, and passes it to me. Then he lights his own pipe and somehow fits himself into a hobbit-chair. I am on the floor, looking up in wonder at the great man himself.) <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Well, it has been a long time since I visited Bag End. It is so quiet now! So very quiet. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Where is everybody? Where are Bilbo, Frodo, Sam and all the rest? Will I meet them? Are they here? <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>They are gone, all gone. They left some time ago. They came to me, in a body, and asked to be excused. It was time for that, of course. I embraced them and thanked them for their service. Then I released them and sent them away. Certainly there were tears! But not all tears are evil. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Sent them away? To where? <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>I cannot say. To oblivion, perhaps. Or perhaps to another West of which we do not know. It is an intriguing but unanswerable question. <BR><BR>(There is a long silence. I still do not know where I am, or what is happening, or what it all means.) <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Now, then! Tell me your impression, Mr. Whistler the White, of the illustrious Valar and Valier! <BR><BR>Me: <BR>I’m...afraid to say. <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Nonsense! There is no cause for fear in this place. We are past all fear, and past all care. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Then I will tell you frankly, professor, that I was extremely disappointed. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. They were old and silly and... <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Utterly pathetic. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Yes. <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Did they show you that ridiculous puzzle? The one with the overabundance of yapping little canines? <BR><BR>Me: <BR>They did! And it made me ill, to see them obsessed with such an idiotic project. It was just sad, that’s all. Sad and depressing as...heck! <BR><BR>(Tolkien laughs heartily, his bright eyes twinkling. Pipe smoke rings around his snowy hair as though it were a halo.) <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>“Depressing as heck!” Well, it is good to hear that somebody (and an American, no less) still makes an effort to keep his language rather less salty than he might. I despise vulgarity, but slang can be charming when skillfully utilized. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Please! What has happened to the Valar? <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>One might observe that they have "hit bottom," I believe! There, now! Another Americanism. Ha, ha! <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Why are you laughing? Is there a joke here somewhere? <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>A joke? No, not a joke. But your concern is misguided, sir. You see, but through a clouded glass, as the apostle writes. When you see clearly, you will think differently. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Can you explain, then, why it isn't tragic that the once-great Valar, the fashioners of Arda itself, have degenerated into doddering, helpless old loonies? <BR><BR>Tolkien: <BR>Sir, I remind you that the Valar are fictional. They live (though barely) only in my mind, and in yours, and in the minds of other readers. You have seen only my personal Valar, and indeed they are less than a shadow of what they have been. They ought to have gone away when Bilbo and the others did, of course. It would have been more dignified. But they are very proud, and are reluctant to surrender to the inevitable. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Inevitable? Why must your characters fade, and go away? Why do you allow it? <BR><BR>END OF PART ONE <BR><BR><BR><b>An Account Of My Recent Adventures, Including a Remarkable Interview With the One (Part Two) </b><BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=11246">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=11246</a><BR><BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>...You have seen only my personal Valar, and indeed they are less than a shadow of what they have been. They ought to have gone away when Bilbo and the others did, of course. It would have been more dignified. But they are very proud, and are reluctant to surrender to the inevitable. <BR><BR>Me: <BR>Inevitable? Why must your characters fade, and go away? Why do you allow it? <BR><BR>PART TWO<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I do not allow it. I encourage it. It is a matter of evolution, though not (of course) Mr. Darwin’s variety.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I’m sorry. I mean no disrespect, but...<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>...but I disappoint you, as the Valar did!<BR><BR>(There is a very long pause as the professor puffs his pipe, eyes closed tightly in thought.)<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Mr. Whistler, do you know why we dream? That is, why we make stories and poetry and such?<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I don’t know anything. Not today.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I will explain, if I can. Are you aware that, when a man loses an arm or a leg, he sometimes feels (in his mind and heart) the sensations which the absent limb would experience, if it were still attached?<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I guess I've heard of that.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Well, sir! Of course you know that I am a Christian and a Catholic, and as such it is my belief that every man and woman is a flawed and incomplete work. Each of us is conscious of realities for which he has no words, and of needs for which he has no name. We feel each day the agony of our incompleteness. We know that we are missing a portion of ourselves. Hence we fashion shadows to fill our empty spaces, to create (as it were) new limbs for those which Melkor has hewn from us. And with those limbs we tread, however unsteadily, on paths which are otherwise denied us.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Paths to where?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>To Eru, Ilúvatar, Jahweh, Jehovah! At least, that is how it was (and is) for your humble philologist. But now I do not tread those paths unsteadily! And now I do not need the dreams and shadows. <BR><BR>Me:<BR>I see. I think.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Here is an imperfect analogy: the World That Is began as Eru’s song. The Valar sang this song, but not forever. No, they gained Arda! And Arda was afterward all that delighted them. Born of the song, Arda was nonetheless distinct from the song. It was something more. It was something they could never have anticipated. Yes, and they beheld it with wonder! So it is with me, and with my own poor efforts. <BR><BR>(He blows a magnificent smoke ring.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Your efforts aren’t poor. I love your...dreams and shadows, as you call them.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I am pleased that so many agree. But of course they are only that, dreams and shadows! I have now progressed beyond them, and that is what I mean by evolution. Middle earth is fading for me now because the yearnings which inspired it are yearnings no longer, but splendid (if greatly altered) realities. My good friend Clive, whom you also admire, has often made the same observation regarding his fantastic worlds and planets.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Clive? Do you mean C. S. Lewis? I always thought he hated that name.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I believe he did, long ago! But of course one sees things differently here. One is not so easily annoyed. Death, as you call it, is liberating in many ways.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Death, as I call it? Do you call it something else?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Well, Death is perceived very differently to one who has attained it. It hardly factors into one’s thinking. Can you say as much, in the place which Mr. Lewis has rightly termed the Shadowlands? I have not thought about Death, sir, for ages.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>You seem to have adjusted pretty well.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>The Elves always coveted the gift of Ilúvatar to Men. And they were wise.<BR><BR>(I am ready to ask the Big Question.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Sir, am I...dead?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>You are somewhat dead, but not enough to do you any good. No, it won’t stick. Not at all. But you shall have a crack at it again, I shouldn’t doubt.<BR><BR>(Sigh of relief from your humble reporter, who is in no hurry)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Tell me about Mr. Lewis. Is he in Narnia?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>He goes there at times. I join him on occasion, and I'll tell you that I much prefer its faded state! Once, one could hardly set foot in the place without stumbling, face-first, into an allegory! They popped up like mushrooms. Not at all my sort of environment! But there are no allegories now. No, not even the great talking Lion.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Even Aslan is gone? I think that’s sad, whatever you say.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Sir! You must try to understand. Shadows are for you, not for us! You think we abandon our dreams when in fact we embrace them. Mr. Lewis never loved his Aslan more, I think, than when he took his leave of him.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>This is too much. My head is aching.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>The pipe-weed, perhaps? One must get used to it. That's fine Longbottom Leaf, you know. Or the shadow of it, rather. Perhaps you would care for a bowl of ent-draught? There is only a little left, but you are welcome to it.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Oh! Yes, by all means!<BR><BR>(Seemingly unbidden, a figure emerges from the shadows, carrying a bowl.)<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>This little fellow is my only remaining Middle-earth companion. I do not know his name. And he will be leaving soon, I think. Then I shall shut the green door of Bag End...and I shall not return.<BR><BR>(Is Tolkien’s companion a hobbit? I take a closer look.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Jiminy Cricket! Gilthoniel O Elbereth! An orc! He's an orc! <BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>A little one, yes. Do drink heartily, now, and you’ll feel better.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>But...an orc! How can there be an evil creature in this, of all places?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Evil? Only evil minds fashion shadows that are genuinely evil. Evil is defined by the heart's intentions. And mine were never evil, I hope.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Then everything in Middle-earth is actually good?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Not within the context of the narrative, of course! Within that context, the concepts of evil and good are mutually exclusive and clearly defined. I am happy to have made no contribution to the amoral and nihilistic mentality which permeates your wretched popular culture!<BR><BR>Me:<BR>No one accuses you of that, I’m sure.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Kindly recall that I depicted evil only for the purpose of illustrating, and indeed celebrating, goodness. Never did I shamefully dangle the forbidden fruit of Eden (so sweet, and so desirable!) before my readers’ eyes. I allowed it first to rot, and afterward invited my readers to inhale its putridity.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Mordor stinks, all right.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Ah, but I have wandered off-topic. We were discussing the orc! I call him good because he served the story, which served its creator, which served (I hope) its creator’s Creator. And he is now, at any rate, retired from the service of the Lidless Eye. So drink, and be renewed!<BR><BR>(I accept the bowl, forcing myself to smile politely at the orc. He bows and quickly exits. I sample the ent-draught, which is delicious but impossible to describe.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Oh! That’s good! That’s really good!<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>There is nothing better. And now you are refreshed, and must ask whatever questions will complete this remarkable interview. There is a gathering of Inklings today, and my time here is short.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I don't know what to ask. I wouldn't even know where to start.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>You could start anywhere. I have learned the mysteries of time and space, and seen the face of God. But you are not ready for such revelations, I think! So perhaps you should ask about something more mundane. Ask (if you like) about Mr. Peter Jackson’s cinematic magnum opus.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>The movie? You know about the movie? How about a brief review of the work so far? Thumbs up? Thumbs down?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>No thumbs at all, if you please! No, the cinemaniacs (to coin a term) will do what they will do, and it will mean precisely nothing in eternity. However, I will endeavour to make such observations as I might have offered, once, as a flesh-and-blood creature of the Shadowlands.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Please.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I will say first that I should have been shocked, and indeed appalled, by the expenditure of such an inconceivable sum upon a mere entertainment. Of course, I should have spoken as a humble academic for whom even moderate sums were at times inconceivable. So let us look beyond that.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Fine with me.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Let me see. I daresay I should have approved of the hobbit-holes, and of the styling of the splendid Gondorian helmets. Also I should have rejoiced to find no evidence of Disneyfication.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Yes, you had a "heartfelt loathing" for Disney.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Indeed. Though nowadays I find him a pleasant fellow, aside from his appalling taste in Dwarves. I have called him a Philistine, but dear Mr. Lewis (as you may recall) said as much of me.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>He did? Seriously?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Ages ago, he described as uncivilized anyone who loathed to read the same book twice. This was a reference to me! I was a philologist, a papist and (to him) the cultural equivalent of an orangutan. Three unpardonable flaws. Splendid man, wrong about practically everything and utterly charming.<BR><BR>(He loathed to read the same book twice? What about ten or twenty times, like most of his fans?)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Let’s discuss specifics, now, regarding the movie. How do you react to the Arwen expansion? Could Boromir have handled the Ring? There are literally hundreds of questions! Oh! And Bombadil is out, of course. We figure that’s all right, but we’re concerned about the Saruman-kabob. The question is this...<BR><BR>(Tolkien turns his face toward the shadows. He is silent for a while.)<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>No, I'm afraid it is useless. I cannot discuss trivialities, however much I try.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Trivialities? You regard the changes as trivial?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>That is not my meaning. Rather, I mean that I regard this discussion as trivial. The film itself is trivial. Even the books (to me) are ultimately trivial, save for the virtues they celebrate. But that is because they are only a part of my life’s first draft. I have undergone substantial editing. You are addressing my Second Edition, sir! And now I am greatly improved.<BR><BR>(I cannot even formulate a comment. I am just a foolish man, still in his First Edition.)<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>The Inklings await. It is time for us to end our conversation. But first, I have a question for YOU.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>For me? Are you serious?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Entirely. But you may take your time about it. You make take a lifetime, if you wish.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I may. What’s the question?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Does a Balrog have wings?<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Ah, you're playing with me now. That's the oldest question in the book. And you're the only one who knows the answer!<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I am not playing at all. And I do not know the answer. If I did, I have forgotten it.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>But it's your story!<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Mine? Have you really missed the point of this discussion? It is NOT my story. Not any more. I have passed on to better things, and have bequeathed it to the world. In all but the legal sense, my work belongs (regrettably, in many cases) to all who will embrace it.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Even Peter Jackson?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Even the rather unpopular Mr. Bakshi.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Ouch!<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Ouch, indeed! Many who love my work do not understand it. Many will prove themselves vulgarians. Many will grind it into fodder for the feeding-troughs of bestial consumerism. Doubtless it will suffer appalling abuses in the years and generations to come. I hear already the beeps and bells and buzzers of Middle-earth computer games. Plastic toys will follow. All dreadful, of course! But quite unavoidable, given the perversity of Man.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I’m afraid you’re right. As the saying goes, nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the public.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Never. But ultimately nothing can destroy a good story that is meant to be read, not even the moneychangers who (now as ever) are indifferent to the Temple they defile.<BR><BR>(He empties his pipe, and I realize that we are nearing the end of our discussion.)<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Now, sir! Will you return, do you think, to the message boards?<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Maybe. I haven't decided.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Please convey this message, if you do: tell them, sir, that it will be all right. Tell them that the story will survive in spite of anything, if indeed it merits survival.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I will.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Tell them that their dreams are theirs forever, and cannot be tarnished or taken by anyone.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I will.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Tell them that I am content to entrust to my readers my literary children. I doubt that any bear, in defending her cub, has done so with greater enthusiasm than they have displayed in defending Middle-earth against detractors, real and imagined.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Some of them are bears, all right.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Berserkers, I should call them! And I do admire their passion. I am however disturbed by the near-worshipful attitude which a minority display. Never did I wish to be deified. Had I sought worship, I should be like Melkor. And I should be spending my eternity elsewhere.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>All of us overstate our arguments at times. In the heat of the debate, a “good versus evil” mentality develops. You become God, with PJ as Lucifer. Nobody really thinks that way, of course.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Let us hope not. Civilized debate is a glorious thing, possible only when accompanied by reason and reasonable courtesy. I strongly disagreed with Mr. Lewis in matters both frivolous and grave. But always we were careful to argue respectfully. I think I should have grieved, in my life, to see my readers (imagining that I would take delight in their fury) carelessly accuse one another of villainy, cowardice, heresy and similarly hateful crimes. I have witnessed all of those crimes. I witnessed them, sir, when the Little Tramp sought to devour my whole continent. The use of such terms, in reference to an infernal motion picture, is offensive in the extreme.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>The Little...oh! I get it. But didn’t you use the term “murder” in reference to the Zimmerman script?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Ha! So I did! I was (in life) what is called a curmudgeon. Always cross at something! Even so, I despised incivility and intolerance. If either sin is present in my work, I should like to hear the passage cited.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Well, I’m staying out of this. I have used more than a few harsh words, myself. But I’m trying to reform.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Do so. Refrain from provocation, sir! And if you are provoked by another, tell him that you have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words until the lightning falls.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Oh! I will certainly say that!<BR><BR>(He smiles. I can tell he’s still proud of that line.)<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Now, then! Your pipe is extinguished. It is time.<BR><BR>(I give him my pipe, and he places in my hand a tiny object.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>What is this?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>It is a piece of that idiotic jigsaw puzzle. Half of a schnauzer, it appears.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>You stole it from the Valar?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>I freely confess. It occurred to me that soon they will finish the puzzle. What will happen then? Deprived of their sole intellectual pursuit, they will grow unimaginably weak and complacent. And I retain enough of my former self to wish them, in their proper and inevitable passing, at least a shred of dignity. <BR><BR>Me:<BR>"Do not go gentle into that good night."<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Ah, the drunken Welchman! Yes. My thinking is this: when they discover that a piece of their puzzle is missing, it will stir in them a long extinguished fire. Not (of course) the Imperishable Flame! No, it will be a little fire. But it will be better than no fire at all, I should think.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>They could use a heckuva spark, all right.<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>The Valar will set themselves to find the missing piece. They will focus all their energies upon it, and so regain (perhaps) the slightest fraction of their glory. They will view the undertaking as a Quest, I should imagine. <BR><BR>Me:<BR>And you could write a book about the Quest: "The Schnauzerillion!"<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>Oh! I shall escape that horrid pun by translating it to Sindarin.<BR><BR>Me:<BR>So...shall I take this half-a-schnauzer with me?<BR><BR>Tolkien:<BR>If you please. As a very little favor to a very old man who has gone beyond the uttermost West, and still has not ended his journeys.<BR><BR>(He turns and exits quietly through the round doorway, shutting it behind him. The light dims dramatically.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Professor, wait! How do I get home again?<BR><BR>(The orc reappears, this time laden with a rustic backpack. He wears a little cap with a Microsoft logo. Yes, how appropriate! Being a Macintosh man, I have always regarded that symbol as the new Red Eye.)<BR><BR>Orc:<BR>Khazad-Dûm! You get it? Ha, ha! Baked Apple! Khazad-Dûm!<BR><BR>(He does a little orc-dance.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>You! It was you! You’re balrog@moria.com!<BR><BR>(He laughs again, then points into the darkness and beckons me to follow. I’ll follow, all right! We rush into the emptiness together. In time his footsteps fade, and I am suddenly aware that he has left me. Somehow I know that he has gone wherever Gandalf and Bilbo and Frodo have gone. And though he is an orc, and the cause of my predicament, I cannot help but wish him well.)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>I wonder how an orc gets internet access?<BR><BR>(Time to move onward. Onward and...ouch! What’s this? Whatever it is, it’s hard and smooth. A wall, perhaps? I push against the surface, and...)<BR><BR>(...a door swings open, revealing my studio! Nothing is damaged. My Macintosh is waiting. I’m home, Auntie Em!)<BR><BR>Me (turning back to examine the mysterious door):<BR>A wardrobe? I’ve been in a wardrobe?<BR><BR>(Yes. A wardrobe, plain as day! A calling card, no doubt, from Mr. Lewis. Pretty clever! I wish I had met him.)<BR><BR>(I am still wrapped in the sheet, and I still clasp the puzzle piece tightly in my palm. What to do now? I am weary of the message boards. And yet...)<BR><BR>Me:<BR>Hey! Where did I get that Tolkien screensaver?<BR><BR>(Where? I can guess. I sit at my desk. I place the half-a-schnauzer near the keyboard, where I can see it as I type this account of my adventures. I sip my espresso, which is still hot and steaming. And finally I thank the One for sending us, from time to time, a noble dreamspinner whose heart is in the uttermost West.) <BR><BR>Me:<BR>Well, I’m back.<BR>
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Postby vynaca_of_mirkwood » Thu Jan 17, 2002 7:55 pm

<BR><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=32647">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=32647</a>
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Postby Aerin » Thu Jan 17, 2002 9:55 pm

Okay, the best rp thread of all time, in my opinion, is <b>Elbren's Challenge</b>: <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=7522">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=7522</a>
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Postby FrodoTook » Thu Jan 17, 2002 10:03 pm

I am repeating vynaca_of_mirkwoods submission..<BR><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=32647">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=32647</a><BR><BR>Please check it out!!!<BR><BR>Beatles tunes with Middle-earth themes!!!<BR><BR>It is GREAT!!!<BR><BR>Thank you so much <b>vynaca_of_mirkwood</b> for providing that link.<BR>I am a big Beatles fan and I absolutely loved it.<BR><BR>FT<BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Armenelos » Fri Jan 18, 2002 10:28 am

i don't know if anyone has posted any of these yet because i don't have time to read them all right now.<BR><BR><b>Do hobbits suck?</b><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=32649">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=32649</a><BR><BR><b>Which LotR character(s) would you like to go on a date with?</b><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=21742">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=21742</a><BR><BR><b>The Three Rings, Immortality & Dry Rot</b><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=32470">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=32470</a>
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Postby Sharn » Sat Jan 19, 2002 1:19 pm

<b>Ayslhyn's</b> very funny parody of Tom Bombadil's verse in the "Guild of Madness and Ultimate Insanity" deserves a mention!
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Postby Harvestar » Sat Jan 19, 2002 5:58 pm

Of all the reviews I've read, Luthien's review sums up a lot of the reactions I've seen and is so beautifully written, I had tears in my eyes. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>It was posted in the "Luthien!!! Today is the day isn't it?" thread in Talk.<BR><BR>Luthien, Jan/19/2002 12:09 AM<BR><BR><BR>O mio Dio che meraviglia!!! <BR>It was, it was, it was definitely Tolkien, it was Middle Earth, it was all I could have hoped and even more.<BR>Despite all the changings.<BR>I'm glad I'd read all the spoilers to be prepared and so the emotions I felt have not been spoiled by the surprise of finding all<BR>these differences (which still bother me, but the final result was so beautiful that I'm able to live with them and to bear them<BR>all, if I can't accept them, since nothing will erase the lines of the book and its spirit was there in the movie)..<BR>The story had to be condensed and opened and this is what can explain them.<BR><BR>I've been literally trembling from cold in the first flashback, then slowly my body got acquainted to the emotion of finally<BR>being there.<BR>I've been holding my breath and sweating in Moria and my uneasiness has grown to the final climax of Boromir's death where<BR>nausea bound my troath and all the anguish of being subjected to the Gift of Iluvatar pervaded me.<BR>Every actor "was" the character: even if I'd have liked a better characterisation of Merry and Pippin, for example, but they<BR>represent hobbit's innocence and joy of life, features we know too well they will soon loose (but not definitively, thank God, at<BR>least for the latter).<BR><BR>What can I say before Ian Holm and Ian McKellen: true Mastership: their performances have been a full joy for my eyes.<BR>Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, Sam, Saruman, Elrond, Galadriel: well portrayed despite all the changes in the script (and I<BR>still can't swallow Aragorn's unsureness of his own worth).<BR><BR>Frodo: this boy was Frodo and I would have liked to save him from his Doom from the very first scene, looking at his so<BR>non-human, innocent, pure hobbitish smile while dancing at Bibo's party.<BR>I've been struck deep by the Morgul's blade together with him and I said to myself "I can't, simply can't bear what is going to<BR>happen to him in these three movies". How beautiful is Gandalf's expression when Frodo at the council offers himself to<BR>carry the burden: in this expression was all what he (and I) felt for the Hobbits. Elijah expressed perfectly panic and suffering<BR>and I really don't know with which heart I'll be able to follow him in his long way to Mordor.<BR>And those three hours passed in a glimpse, filling me of joy (I'm happy" is what I said to Beren while in the Shire) and leaving<BR>me empty and sad at the end when I rose to wear my coat, since the day so long awaited had come and passed.<BR>
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Postby Parador~J » Sat Jan 19, 2002 9:16 pm

<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-crying.gif"border=0> This brings a big warm smile and a few tears to my heart, to see these legendary memories in posts <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-crying.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><BR>**It is about 9pm central time...I have dedicated this time to catch up on reading the great posts submitted thus far...selecting the CD 'Enya'...perfect music to set the mood...some I went back and reread...It has been a wonderful journey of a few hours...as I read the posts I could feel the essence of the spirit of the words spoken of in the threads and postings submitted to the collection by those faithful TORCers whose lives have been touched by other's words...The treasure that lies here can not have a monetary value placed on it, only the value of a heart can see & feel the vast richness that has accumlated in these vaults...<BR><BR>Broken-Arrow, (I love that name) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...Mother's Prayer is beautiful...your spirit sister, Arwen740 did an excellant job...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-crying.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>*FT...Lavas-Sar!!!!...178 minutes long, 178 reasons why I love it"...I hope you return LS one day...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0>...brilliantly done <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...Thank-you FT<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...<BR><BR>*GoodSam...my hats off to Whistler!!!...That one I have in my own personal archives on my computer<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.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-crying.gif"border=0>...that is some kind of writing...When we were refugees at RB...Whistler had started a thread...Locksley entered and welcomed her old friend back...She had commented about how he can start a thread, and hundreds will come...he has this talent...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.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-wink.gif"border=0>...I hope I will have the honor of meeting him one day...Thank-you GoodSam...and thank-you Whistler<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>*I too echo FT's thank-you vynaca_of_mirkwood<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>...I loved it!!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>LOL<BR>'Lurtz's Lonely Orc Club' ...Jsarfusco...your good <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>...How about the 'Blues Brothers' next??...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Aerin<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> 'Elbren's Challenge...is a challenge, LOL<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> and a wonderful challenge at that!!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...I booked marked it so I can finish reading it...it is worth the time for sure...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>Excellant RPG...Thank-you for sharing it with us <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Armenelos...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>, I liked those threads you submitted!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...Hobbits suck, OH MY <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0>...I love Hobbits...but, it goes to show us all that not everyone loves hobbits...except FT, of course...they just haven't met him yet, obviously <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>...<BR>And the 'Dating LOTRs characters'...whahooo!!!!...now, me being single, I can choose...lets see <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>...I think I will hightail over to thread and post...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>LOL<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...everyone had a good time in that thread<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Sharn, thank-you<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>...I will be going over there tomarrow to read your submition by Ayslhyn...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Harvestar, last, but not least<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-happy.gif"border=0>... "Luthien!!! just transported me back to the theater <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-crying.gif"border=0> beautiful <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...The Movies...Mr. Jackson, will you take me to Middle~Earth please...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> as you can see, I am in need of a break...<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><BR><BR>***Keep them coming...I and many others look forward to just setting a while, sipping on a cup of warm Ent Draught and getting lost in the magic of TORC...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR> <BR><BR>
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Postby Iman » Sun Jan 20, 2002 3:55 am

Parador~j : You have faith in me???<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0> Thank you!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>For I am a member of Elbren's Challenge<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I have faith in you too! You have donated here some of the best posts i have ever read<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Now, wy didn't i ever think of that Aerin??<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> what an honour!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby FrodoTook » Sun Jan 20, 2002 7:06 am

Many thanks to <b>GoodSam</b> for posting one of the many <b>Whistler</b> "GEMs". <BR><BR>I just read the whole thing for the first time and I loved it.<BR><BR>Thank you <b>Whistler</b> for sharing it with us in the first place.<BR><BR>Very creative and talented, you are!!!<BR><BR>FT<BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Denethor » Sun Jan 20, 2002 8:03 pm

The following post has an unique place in TORC history since it was the origin of the term 'Henry' (the TORC nickname for the Balrog of Moria).<BR><BR>---------<BR><BR>Posted by Lossoth<BR>Date: 13th January 2001<BR><BR>"The Adventures of Henry the Balrog" by Lossoth<BR><BR>The Balrog and Sauron never got along. He was appointed Sauron's chief assistant back when he held Angband, they constantly disagreed about the wallpaper, so he left and joined Morgoth in Utumno. When everyone moved back in to Angband, Sauron and the Balrog, whose name was Henry, were always bickering until finally Morgoth sent Sauron to Tol Sirion. That job would have gone to Gothmog, and it really pissed him off that he missed his big shot, so Gothmog punished Henry by putting him in charge of the corpse pile-up after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Henry was so sick of the leadership afterwards that he put his fire whip, Thuringwethil dolly and favorite elf skull, tied them up ina hankerchief on the end of a stick, and ran away. He was halfway across Aunfauglith when the Host of Valinor attacked Angband, so he just kept on going. The Sauron/Gothmog/Henry hate triangle was more complex than that. None of the Valaraukar really liked Sauron in the begginning, when he was called Gorthaur. They considered him an eviler-than-thou jerk who was to evil to become a normal Balrog, had to go and make his own image. So a lot of them were behind Henry in the wallpaper arguments. Sauron considered himself an amatuer interior designer and couldn't be told no.<BR>(This trait has haunted Sauron throughout his career. Many of his best plots were slightly spoiled by his wish to decorate in his own tastes. For example, Elendil knew he wsas a bad guy, but the last straw for him was when Sauron burned six of Numenore's best artisans alive when they couldn't supply him the perfect "shade of black".)<BR>The other Balrogs also knew that Gothmog was a real kiss up. He would stop at nothing to get ahead in Morgoth's eyes. When he volunteered to fight Fingolfin, Henry broke into a bout of uncontrollable giggling and gaspes of "you'd get whupped" when he could catch his breath.. It was this giggling that drove Morgoth himself to battle Fingolfin. Afterwards, Morgoth didn't blame Henry, knowing that the Balrog "called'm as he saw'm. Instead, he blamed Gothmog.<BR>When Sauron was defeated and fled into Taur-nu-Fuin, Morgoth put Henry in charge of an expidition to find the wayward servant. Henry sent Thuringwethil to Tuar-im -Duinath, thinking that maybe Sauron had fled there. He hunted for Sauron, or Gorey, as many of the Balrog called him, throughout Dorthonion. Just as he was closing in after a particulary good lead from a squirell who claimed Sauron had given him wings, word came that Thuringwethil was returning. Henry went down to Tol Siroin to meet her. Henry was petting the skin of his old friend Drauglin when Thuringwethil, sometimes called Mavis, arrived.<BR>"What happened to him?", she said.<BR>"Was Gorey down there?"<BR>"Nobody was down there. The place is empty."<BR>"Great. You know I was this close, and I broke off to come hear what you had to say?"<BR>Mavis became indigant. "Not my fault, giggle boy. Next time, follow through." Mavis and Henry had an on-again off-again lust affair.<BR>"Don't mess with me, batty. I'm in charge of this hunt, so don't tell me what to do."<BR>"If I didn't tell you what to do, you'd be as useless as that empty skin!" Henry became real angry and skinned Mavis alive on the spot. He walked off, not even noticing the man singing a few miles to the south, or the woman riding the dog coming up the valley. <BR>
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Postby FrodoTook » Mon Jan 21, 2002 7:42 am

I am going to do something here that might seem a bit <BR>selfish to others but that is not my intention. I am <BR>submitting a thread that I started and here is <BR><u>why I am submitting it</u>.<BR><BR><b>It was in this very thread that I first met a large <BR>number of members of TORC for the very first time and <BR>got to know many of them a little better.</b><BR>(It is a "collectible" to me because of all the members <BR>who posted in it and <u>proudly displayed their creativity</u>)<BR><b>Here is an alphabetical listing of the <u>65 members</u>,<BR>not including me, who participated. All the names still bring <BR>a smile to my face <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> and a warmth to my heart.</b><BR><BR><b>I thank everyone of you!!!</b><BR><BR>Aiwendil <BR>Angbasdil <BR>Arathorn-II <BR>Armageddon<BR>Arwen740<BR>arcados<BR>Chernabog<BR>crispycreme <BR>Denethor<BR>Derry_Dol <BR>DungeonMaster<BR>Earnil<BR>Eeyore<BR>Elvin_Princess <BR>EntwifeLost <BR>EowynDernhelm <BR>Epor<BR>erinhue<BR>finarfin <BR>Finrod_the_Faithful <BR>fisssh <BR>FoulOleRon_No2 <BR>FrodoTook<BR>gilgalad<BR>Gimli-Gloins-Son <BR>Glorin<BR>goatboy<BR>Grey_Elf <BR>Haefalas<BR>hamlet <BR>Harvestar<BR>horge <BR>I-am-Tigger <BR>ILvEowyn <BR>IsildursHeir<BR>Ithilien <BR>Legolas the elf <BR>legolas_the_fair <BR>LiMuBai<BR>Manic_Depressant <BR>Master-Samwise <BR>MelechaEsh<BR>Milo Burrows <BR>Misty<BR>mormegil20 <BR>mr_baggins111 <BR>Mr.bunny <BR>Olorin_of_the_West <BR>orodreth111 <BR>Orthanc_You <BR>Sauron's_Nagging_Wife <BR>Shelrond <BR>Silmarill<BR>§ol <BR>Star-of-Hope <BR>Stybba<BR>Syrinx_2001 <BR>Telperion <BR>TheEllipticalDisillusion <BR>The_Lone_Ranger <BR>thenazgul9 <BR>Vercelestarriole <BR>Volcanus<BR>Waterbark <BR>Winged_Balrog <BR>Ysbryd-lochrann<BR>Zaphod<BR><BR>The thread started 8-11-01 <u>(3 weeks after I joined TORC)</u><BR>and officially ended 9-23-01.<BR><BR>The participation was overwhelming and from the feedback <BR>I got, many members had a great time with this thread and <BR>I had the pleasure of getting to know them.<BR><BR>It was a really fun thread.<BR><BR>It is with very fond memories that I humbly submit...<BR><b>"The Signature Contest"</b><BR><BR><a target=new href="http://tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=23227">http://tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=27&threadid=23227</a><BR><BR>Folks, by now you know that sigs are disabled.<BR>Of course, during the contest, they were viewable<BR>and our <b>"Gallery of Sigs"</b> was <BR><u>truely something special to behold</u>.<BR>I can still see them in my minds eye<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><u>Everyones words are still there to enjoy</u>.<BR>I just got through reading the whole thing<BR>and I loved it.<BR><BR>FT<BR><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby eliana » Mon Jan 21, 2002 6:29 pm

well, moan and bug was mentioned, wandering was mentioned, hfb was mentioned, what is left? oh right!<BR><BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=40&threadid=21258">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=40&threadid=21258</a><BR><BR>silly people let that one go.<BR><BR>i would post a link to epic journey, an rp started by wandering that was incredible, but it is unfinished and since i hope we shall finish it someday but are not currently working on it i shall merely mention its name, the epic journey
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Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Tue Jan 22, 2002 11:17 am

This is the best thing I have ever seen on TORC:<BR><BR>It was in the White Council Awards thread (5th post)<BR><a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=360&catid=25&threadid=28385">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=360&catid=25&threadid=28385</a><BR><BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR><u>The Mordorian version of these awards:</u><BR>Least Favorite <BR>Most Nauseatingly Sweet<BR>Most Sadistic<BR>Most Masochistic<BR>Person Whose Butt You’d Most Like to Kick from Mordor to Valinor<BR>Biggest Drama Queen/Knight<BR>Narrowest Mind<BR>Most Esoteric Name<BR>Most Annoying Sig<BR>Best Martyr<BR>Most Hilariously Dramatic TORC Departure<BR>
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