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

by **Parador~J** » Thu Dec 06, 2001 12:26 pm

Thank-you FrodoTook, job well done! I sure appreciate your help...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> This new thread...as the title explains, is to collect some of the more memoriable postings or threads from TORC...I had told FT I was going to copy and Paste his "BK Run", (which you'll get to read soon, it's a classic!), and add it to my special file I was keeping on my PC called, "TORC posting Archives". FT thought it would be a great idea to start a thread just for cherished TORC Posts and threads! I thought it was a grand idea too, so here we are...<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-wink.gif"border=0> As FT says, "We have some great posts/threads here at TORC and the categories are endless. Some humourous, some serious, some thought provoking, some sad, some very moving, some with Members Poems, and some very informative, etc." I know I myself have been so touched by some of these posts and threads that I would save them...I did not want to lose them in case I needed a pick-me-up, a good laugh, or some good info to back a debate up...The poetry is incrediable along with excellant story telling! *I need to say no more, for all who are TORC members know this to be true...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Yes, as FT stated, the Collection forum was the best choice for housing this most excellant thread,(Excellant I say, because it is all of you who have made the contributions of wonderful postings that inspired this thread), which will become no doubt a "collection cherished"(FT,TORC)...So, start rumaging in those dusty attics and search out your favorite posts or threads...may it be your's or another TORC member's...but, make sure and follow the guidelines listed below, we want to give credit where credit is due...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> FrodoTook's most excellant guidelines... *If submitting a post, please copy the whole post, including Members Name, time, date, etc... **If submitting a thread, please supply a link. ***More Excellant Guidelines by Frodo_Took! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> To copy/paste a post... <UL> <li>At the post you wish to copy, move your cursor/pointer just to the left of the members name. <li>When the pointer turns into an "I" shape, while holding down your left side mouse key, "rake" the cursor over the entire message. <li>Now, release your left mouse key. The message will be "highlighted". <li>"right click" on what is highlighted and click on "copy". <li>Now you can start a message, "right click" on your mouse and click on "paste" and your copy will pasted onto your message. </UL> If submitting a thread, please supply a link. To post a "link" to a thread... <UL> <li>Go to the forum the thread is in. <li>"Right click" on the threads title. <li>Click on "Properties". "Highlight" then "Copy" (as above) the long string of characters (beginning with http) just to the right of URL/address. <li>Now, start a message and "paste" what you just copied. <li>To the right end of what you pasted type [/L] <li>To the left end of what you pasted type [L] <li>There should be no spaces. </UL> Thats it!! You have posted a "link". 'Thank-you FT' <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-happy.gif"border=0> *****Thanks to FT and EntwifeLost for their encouragment of this thread...and to all of TORC for letting me share in with them the world of Tolkien... <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>Post on fellow TORCers<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>!!!!, and have fun guys <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> ------------------------------------------------------ ***Here is the classic "BK Run" I promised... FrodoTook's BK Run...Part I FrodoTook Ranger of the North Alliance: lothlorien Posts: 2075 / Date Posted: Dec/04/2001 9:59 PM "Well, getting all the TOYS was not really all that easy... First I called one of the Burger Kings (the one closest to my house) No answer!!! Then I called the next closest one and spoke to a manager who told me that yes, I could buy them all separately (without a meal) for 99 cents each. But I would have to come when they were not busy so a clerk could help me. I next called another Burger King to confirm this. It was confirmed and off I went. Burger King visit #1 I tell them I want to buy the whole set. They give me 4 and say that is all they have. A manager comes out and says there are only 8 different characters per box. I said, "Let me look through it". The box is huge. Say 2 1/2 feet by 1 foot by 1 1/2 feet with about 300 bags in it. I find the Ring (center portion) and 14 of the 18 characters in the box. All I need is Gandalf, Strider, Borimir and Pippin. I ask "Where is the next closest Burger King?" Burger King visit #2 I walk in and ask for the manager and explain all I need is Gandalf, Strider, Borimir and Pippin. She tells me she has an inspection coming soon and has no time nor any one to spare to help me look. She tells me she could look for them tomorrow morning and for me to call her. I thank her, leave her my list and ask "Where is the next closest Burger King?" Burger King visit #3 I go thru another whole box and tell the clerks who are helping me... "I'm looking for 2 tall dudes, one with a horn and the other with a flaming stick in his hand. Also, a short dude with a flame on his shoulder. And another tall guy with a tall grey hat." I finally found Strider, Borimir and Pippin. But no Gandalf. I was so close. He was all I needed. Then a clerk who had gone to the back and had been looking thru some that were already bagged up for meals came out and asked "Is this one you needed?" It was Gandalf!!!!! I thanked them all and wished them a MERRY CHRISTMAS. One of them said they would make a great stocking stuffer for my kids. I told her "Sorry, but these are mine!" After I got home, I immediately called Burger King #2 and told the nice lady that I had all of them now and thanked her for her offer to help. Her inspection went OK, BTW. Then I took all the toys out of their bags, being careful to keep all the accompaning literature, and placed all 18 of them around "The Ring of Power". As I said earlier. Some light up. Some talk. Some do both. I even arrainged them in a specific order. Elves with Elves and Half-Elves. Men with Men. Wizard by Wizard. All five hobbits together. All the "bad guys" (except Saruman who is by Gandalf) together. Just in case you wanted to know (and you probably don't) here is my order (going clockwise as seen from above). Gimli Legolas Elrond Celeborn Galadriel Arwen Aragorn Boromir Saruman Gandalf Bilbo Frodo Sam Merry Pippin Cave Troll Orc Lurtz then finally back to Gimli. They looked GREAT!!! I was "Happy as a Clam". Another true story from the life of FrodoTook. This one with a very happy ending!!! FT <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> ps: When I told the clerks at BK #3 I hoped they had a Merry Christmas, one of them said "Oh, you'll be back before long. You still need that Frodo goblet". You know what? She's right!!!" [BK RUN...Part II "I am a serious Tolkien fan. (But with a lighter side as well. I loved reading "Bored of the Rings") I was determined to get the TOTAL collection of TOYS and I was on a MISSION. Actually, I did leave something out of the story. At BK #2, after I told the manager that I needed Gandalf, Strider, Borimir and Pippin, I had to show her pictures of them on a poster they had at BK so she would know what to look for. I learned real quick not to use the characters names. I even learned not to say "The dude with a flaming brand". That just got me a blank stare so I quickly said flaming stick. That is why I said << "I'm looking for 2 tall dudes, one with a horn and the other with a flaming stick in his hand. Also, a short dude with a flame on his shoulder. And another tall guy with a tall grey hat." >> It was fun all together, especially after I had the WHOLE COLLECTION IN MY POSSESION!!! ps: Its funny that some of the best stories are the true to life ones. LOL I am glad you both enjoyed this little splice of my life. It is fun to share it. My little hobbits are setting there in the circle looking at me now, knowing that they are all together and no one is missing. Gandalf is beside Bilbo, lending support, as Bilbo hands the Ring to Frodos open hand. Sam kneels beside Frodo, cooking some food and right beside Sam are Merry and Pippin who are on guard with a red lantern and a flaming brand/stick. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> It is cool."

by **FrodoTook** » Thu Dec 06, 2001 3:42 pm

Here is one for the collection... A great post by Whistler Ranger of the North Alliance: easterlings Posts: 2110 Date Posted: Nov/17/2001 7:59 PM Entitled Authentic Review Found! In rural areas near my home there are a number of animal feed and farm supply stores. I was in one of these the other day, looking for pig shampoo, when I noticed on the counter a free, photocopied publication called Farm Talk. Inside (and much to my amazement) I found the following review of FOTR, which appears to be authentic: ************************************************* Fellership of the Ring: A Review Well, me and the missus got ourselves an invite to see this here movie called The Fellership of the Ring, and we figgered we might as well go have a look. We was giving a lift to this feller from New York who said he was one of them fancy movie critics, most of whom is pretty dumb if you ask me because they will give a thumbs up to movies in foreign languages with naked people in em, but show em a good kung fu flick and they get all high and mighty and say it aint art, which it dont have to be because movies is just supposed to be fun and none of them artsy movies is fun, even the naked parts. Anyways this here fellas car had broke down, which dont surprise me a bit because it was one of them fancy jobs from Europe, where theyd all be eatin sauerkraut if the Americans hadnt gone over there and kicked some Nazi butt. So we gave this feller a ride in the truck to a fancy hotel, and he was a real nervous and sissified type who said hed forgotten his valium or something and would hafta lie down. I think he was one of them men that don’t like women, if you take my meaning. But most of them movie people is like that, and I hear they also eats sushi which is nothin but fish bait, and they pay good money for water when they can get it for free right out of the tap. So theys all crazy in my book. Well, this sissy critic feller had him some tickets for this here movie that was gonna be shown to a whole pack of them sushi eatin fools. And he said we could have em for helpin him out, which I guess was a neighborly thing to do. But first I asked if they was gonna be naked people, and he said he didnt think so. But he told me there was gonna be some swords and killin and blood and head choppin, and that sounded like it might be worth lookin at. So we thanked him and took the tickets and left, but I didn’t shake his hand because some of them people has diseases. Well we got to this fancy theater downtown and they was rich people everywhere and I guess some of em was movie stars but I ain’t impressed with them people because theyd all have real jobs if they was worth a can of spit, which most of em aint. And it turned out that this here Fellership movie was just part one of three movies which together is called The Lord of the Rings. Now my wife is a good Baptist and she was pleased to learn that they was about the Lord. But the Lord didn’t turn up nowhere in this movie so maybe they aint gonna be religious pictures after all. Well we settled back in our seats and the dang thing begun. Let me tell you that they was lots of funny stuff on screen, and I’m talkin weird funny instead of ha ha funny. Some of the people was real short, and some of em looked okay except for needin haircuts. There was two fellas with long beards that looked like they mighta been related to Santy Claus, except they was skinny. And they was people with pointy ears that looked like that man on that old outer space program that shows on Channel 43. Also there was subtitles like in one of them art movies, but it didnt matter because there wasnt nobody sayin nothin sensible anyways. I never could get the story straight, but some of it was sorta pretty to watch and the rest had plenty of blood which is fine by me. And then the whole dang thing ended with two short fellers in a boat. And if I know anything about movie people, these two is gonna be gettin to know each other pretty well in the next movie, if you take my meaning, and I aint watchin none of that. Well, the dang thing was three hours long, and there aint no excuse for anything runnin three hours unless its football. So we was glad to get out of there, and we didn’t sip no champagne when it was over like all them fancy people was doin. We went to the Waffle House then, and the missus asked me what I thought and I said the movie was part good and part bad, the good parts bein the parts with fightin and the bad parts bein all the rest. And she said she didn’t care for the fightin much but liked all the stuff that was pretty and romantic and had sad music and ladies in fancy dresses. So we’re givin a thumbs up to this one because there is parts where both men and ladies can step out to visit the snack bar or go to the rest room, which you are danged well gonna need to do in a three hour movie. Especially if you buy one of them big Cokes.

by **LiMuBai** » Thu Dec 06, 2001 9:48 pm

re-post from the other thread: well i couldn't contribute just one post and since it takes too long to cut and past all of it, i'll just provide the link to one of the funniest threads i've read ... it's a parody of prancing pony threads actually ... crispy's "The Land of OOC ... Chapter One - A Word Aside" <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=25976">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=25976</a>

by **Gwen** » Thu Dec 06, 2001 11:10 pm

I got a GREAT ONE but I don't know how to make a link. Tell me how.

by **LiMuBai** » Thu Dec 06, 2001 11:51 pm

another repost from the other thread ... and here's another link to a thread started by the legendary helpingfriendlybook! <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=5926">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=5926</a> gwen, cut and paste the url of the thread and paste it in between [ L ] and [ /L ] (don't put the spaces within the brackets. the link above appears like this: [ L ]http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=5926[ /L ] (as i said, take the spaces out)

by **Parador~J** » Thu Dec 06, 2001 11:56 pm

Symbolism at its best...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> mandos Steward of Imladris: Doomsayer to Kings Alliance: tolkien online Posts: 4536 Date Posted: Aug/06/2001 6:37 PM How can I respond Kel? What can I do to calm your heart? You are right, that many here raise sword and shield at the mere mention, or veiled inference, of your name. They fear your wrath. They are angered by your unwavering stance in a world gone jelly. Are we to follow you around the world, shields ever raised, that never again an arrow may find a mark when your 'take no prisoner' style does so much to anger so many? You delight in battle. You stand among those who would aspire to such heights of swordsmanship, gleefully smiting those who would assail your stronghold. Many, and deep, are the wounds felt at the tip of your sword. You cannot cry feign when the ground at your feet is bathed in blood. I, among many, have seen the shard and splinter of your fallen enemy's steel litter the ground like pine needles on the forest floor. Would you have us weep for the last man standing? And yet you rail at those who tire of battle, and its wounds, that war is not to be without rule for champion and chattel alike. No one wins in wars of this nature, and no one is satisfied when an end is put to them from without. Both cry foul. Both petition for redress. Both nurture and kindle the hatreds forged in the fire of battle. None can be assuaged. Do you not tire of the need to carry such a heavy shield? Even as you sleep the horde sharpen their daggers. What would you have me do? Name it, and I will. humbled am I that anyone would consider me worthy of addition here. Also, too embarrassed at the numerous misspellings of the original! Please forgive my intrusion.<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0>

by **Parador~J** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 12:19 am

I don't think wjsaj knew what he was getting into...This is truly a classic in how to get rid of TROLLS <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> WE can thank Harvester for getting us started...from then on we were on a roll!!! Even Star-of-Hope was impressed at how everyone handled this trolling situation... <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/TheWhiteCouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=40&threadid=29792">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/TheWhiteCouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=40&threadid=29792</a> ***Thank-You LiMuBai for your help...I wasn't sure either about how to do the links...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>

by **FrodoTook** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 6:25 am

Here is another "GEM" for this collection... On Sep/10/2001, Tomolas_Halfelven posted the following message... I'm curious about Farmer Maggot, his origins and his place in ME history. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Following is the response by one of my favorite members... EntwifeLost Ranger of the North Alliance: Fangorn Posts: 1156 Date Posted: Sep/10/2001 1:08 PM I also was curious and thought he had a connection to the book Farmer Giles of Ham - but he does not ...I couldnt resist posting this excerpt: No more was said and the Hobbits quickly gathered their gear and moved on through the woods. Very soon they came to a clearing and beyond to fields planted with poppy and a strange variety of mushroom. 'I know these fields!' cried Pipsquak. 'We've wandered farther south than we thought. These are Michel Delving's fields.' 'Who's that?' asked Sam. 'I'm sorry. You'd know him better as Farmer Maggot, I think.' 'One trouble after another,' said Frodo. 'I've been horribly afraid of Farmer Maggot ever since he caught me trying to steal some of his mushrooms as a lad. He beat me and then showed me to his wood shed. "See, lads," he said, "next time this varmint sets foot on my land, you can eat him. Now see him off!" They chased me all the way to the ferry and I've never got over the fright!' 'Well, it's time you made it up, then, cousin,' said Pipsqueak and headed off across the fields. 'Don't you worry, master,' said Sam, 'I won't let no one beat you this time, and that's a fact.' Frodo srewed up his courage and set after them, to what doom he knew not. Suddenly, as they drew nearer to the farm-house, a terrific groaning and grating broke out, and a loud voice was shouting, 'Twig! Branch! Elm! Come on, lads!' The hobbits stopped dead and very soon the gate opened and three huge logs came rolling out into the lane and dashed towards the travellers, barking fiercely. They took no notice of Pipsqueak but two of them cornered Sam and looked at him in a way that can only be described as woodenly. The largest and feircest of the logs halted in front of Frodo, bristling and growling in a deep timbre. Through the gate came the largest man any of the hobbits ever saw. 'Hallo! Hallo! And what may you be wanting?' he asked. 'Good afternoon, Mr Delving.' Said Pipsqueak. 'The farmer looked at him closely. 'That's Maggot to you, master Pipsqueak - Mr Paragraph Took, I should say!' he cried with relief. 'It's been a long while since I saw you about these parts. It's a good thing I recognised you; I was about to set my logs on you after the queer vistor I had this morning.' 'Who would that be, Mr Moggot?' asked Frodo. 'You didn't see him? He left not half and hour ago. All dressed in Black he was and as foul smelling a customer as you could hope to meet. Came riding right through my poppies, he did, and right up to my door bold as you please. "This path don't lead no where' I said to him, 'your best way is straight back to the road.' 'I'm looking for Baggins, ' he hissed at me. 'Who are you?' says I. 'Ummmmm.....' 'Your name's "M"?' 'yeeeessss, that's right, my name;'s M. Now will you tell me if Baggins comes? I will bring gold!' he said. 'Oh no, you won't,' I said. 'You'll bundle of back the way you came and double quick! You can use the path this time.' I set the logs onto him but he struck a match and they shied away even as he stormed out right over my poppies again! Now then, Pipsqueak, who're your companions?" 'Well, this is Sam and that's Frodo Baggins.' said Pipsqueak. 'Well, if that isn't queerer than ever. You best come inside.' said maggot and waved his arm for them to follow him. Later, they all passed the news while waiting for Mrs Maggot to finish preparing dinner. Frodo and Sam learned much about Mr Maggot and his doings. He told them that the guard logs were given to him by his brother who lived in the enchanted part of the old forest (or 100 acre wood as it is known in latter days) and told them also of his dealings with the Elves and their lust for the distillation made from his poppies known as Morofeen that brought Mr Maggot most of his business these days. 'Haven't seen much of old Bombadil in a long time tough,' Maggot said, 'lives in the old forest, too, he does. Used to buy my mushrooms by the bushel-full, but now with all the ill news and all, I can hardly push off my special 'shrooms to the Hobbit teens down Bucklebelt way." Then the table was set with all the hobbits could eat, and the centerpiece was a large bowl of steamed mushrooms. 'I'm sure our master Frodo still has a liking for mushrooms, I daresay,' jibed Maggot. 'How did you...' 'Oh, I remember you all-right, Mr Baggins!' A cough from Sam drew attention. 'I'm afraid Sam has heard about your beating me and is a little wary of you, Mr Maggot.' put in Frodo quickly, secretly waving Sam into closing his flick-knife. 'Well, I'm sorry I beat your master, Sam, but he oughtn't have theived my mushrooms. Least of all those kind. Only for special customers I grow them. Cost me a bundle, your Mr Frodo did, and right sick he would have been, too, if he'd've eaten them. No, these mushrooms are better for you and me!' said Maggot digging another spoonfull of buttery fungus onto his plate. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>

by **FrodoTook** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 10:41 am

Following is a post that was made in the recent Lothlorien Feast Thread with a beautiful poem by erinhue who wrote it in celebration of the feast. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- erinhue Mariner Alliance: dol amroth Posts: 6904 Date Posted: Nov/16/2001 8:05 PM As the blue curtains part, Erinhue steps into the light cast by the Vial of Galadriel. Standing on the stage between the two mallorn trees the bard sets his fingers to the strings of the dragonharp and begins to play. His voice sings out the ballad in a butter smooth baritone. In times that will not come again There was a forest Lorien Clothed in morning glory mist Its byways were by beauty kissed A timeless wonder to behold Was Lorien in days of old Lothlorien, Lothlorien We still your beauty sing There never was a land more fair Than Lothlorien in spring. Throughout the age homage was paid Although The Wood began to fade And stories even now are told Of when its leaves all turned to gold For vibrant was its autumn hue And every honor was its due Lothlorien, Lothlorien We still your beauty sing There never was a land more fair Than Lothlorien in spring. The Golden Wood then was its name A glory still despite the change But now her beauty lies in tales Who's picture painting words are pale When held up to the Golden Light Of Lorien before the Night. Lothlorien, Lothlorien We still your beauty sing There never was a land more fair Than Lothlorien in spring.

by **FrodoTook** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 10:41 am

The,real,Maeglin submitted the following... The Endless ego boosting thread of Themedes, that one brought tears in my eyes. Also the guild of me and Themedes, the insanity guild, (you have to come there to FrodoTook) also all the people there are so funny!!

by **~Turin-Turambar~** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 11:36 am

I submit this thread as it was where I 'met' Elora. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I only saved the part where I entered to its end. <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=24246">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=24246</a>

by **FrodoTook** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 11:43 am

Snowdog submitted the following... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As the 'Curator' of Torc, I know of many great posts, and series of posts that make up a story and some great interactions between posters, and also whole threads. I will stary out by honoring someone who I consider a good friend and have kept in touch with though she no longer posts on TORC. This one was one of the best character introductions ever.... Elentari Date Posted: Jun/10/2000 2:28 AM "Heeeeeyyyyy!!!" Elentari, the wild forest woman lurched into the inn. She'd only just entered the realms of civilisation after a 20 year exile and she was on her first pub crawl. This was the 13th pub so she was verily wrecked. "Hey, you guysh what'sh happening? I have journeyed from yonder places of alcohol- I challenge you all to a drinking contesht!Thish chick can drink you under the table, anyone!Cept maybe that wishard cos he'sh a wishard yeah!" She collapsed in giggles and tripped over a sinister black sorcerer guy who had been yelling about some arena of magic. "Oh, shorry mate" she apologised drunkenly, rearranging her wayward clothing. He pulled her swiftly into a crushing embrace and kissed her manfully. She was going to struggle but then I realised hey, this guy is good! "Wow!" she smiled "Ish that one of the black artsh? cos you're shertainly skilled, Mr Black shorcerer bloke" He chuckled darkly, knowing he could have some fun here. He looked round to make sure his hated enemy had definitely vanished, then turned by to his prey. Hang on where'd she go? He looked round wrathfully; she was already off by the bar trying to talk some squirrel in to an arm-wrestling contest. "Come bushy tail! Loser buys double shots of Dragon's Breath all round!" And this one-two post by Arthedain and Elentari: Arthedain Date Posted: Sep/10/2000 12:24 PM Arthedain still could not really believe that it was Snowdog, for as plain as day he was slain in front of all he travelled with then. But he knew somethings most obvious only to the three of us. Snowdog said to Arthedain, "Remember meeting Elentari on the trail? We ran her over and she dived into the brambles and was hung up like a bug in a spiderweb. I paid her no mind but you, the gentleman that you are helped her out, and I could see in your eye then that you were smitten by her. Your eye gleamed and you were beat red when she brought those tasty fish to our camp stark naked, and you cared so much for her when she was near death after the mudslide. I know these things because I was there. It is me, Snowdog, though I dont remember all." Arthedain thought much and remembered the things that the one claiming to be Snowdog said, and he looked over to Elentari, who also heard what was said. Genuvere was tending to Wandering and Myrdock tended to Tempest and they were out of earshot of the low mumblings of the stranger. He could see Elentari was very weary and she seemed to be in some pain. Arthedain at once was only concerned for her well-being and he stepped toward her. She moved toward him but her eyes roled and she collapsed, with Arthedain barely able to catch her. He lifted her and held her, and after looking around at the others and seeing nobody was looking toward them, he started to carry her away. Snowdog turned his back and blocked the other's view as if he perceived something, and he walked toward Genuvere and Wandering. Arthedain's leg was sore but he did not care. He wanted to give his all to the one he knew he loved, but was either too stupid or scared to say so. He could see some wounds on her and maybe the orc-blood had gotten into them and poisoned her. He was going to do his best to take care of her dirty wounds. He staggered through the thick trees and came to the creek where it came over a fall and made a sizable pool. The sound of the water splashing was itself soothing, and Arthedain walked into the pool and as he went deeper, he shuddered some as the cold water reached his hips. He continued deeper to the center where the water was to his chest, and Elentari floated somewhat with Arthedain's strong arm under her. She shuddered at first in the cold water, but she had broken into a fever, so the cold water really felt good to her. Arthedain let Elentari float some as he reached and ripped off what was left of his cotton shirt and used it as a cleaning rag. As he once again held Elentari up as she floated on her back, he softly, gently, and slowly washed away the filthy orc blood that caked her. As he slowly cleaned her face, he saw such beauty that even he never noticed before, and he leaned over and lightly kissed her forehead. He ran his fingers through her long dark hair as it floated out from her head in the rippling water, and he gently untangled it and cleaned it as well as he could. He was growing weary and his leg stiffening in the cold water so he walked across to a flat rock where her lay the waking Elentari. The rock was under water and the rippling waves of the water lapped gently against the beautiful features of Elentari's body, and Arthedain slowly and gently washed her re-opened side wound. He also carefully sat himself on the rock, for the water had numbed his leg enough that it didn't bother him much. Arthedain cared so much for this woman of the forest and he thought of all he had given up just to be in her presence and to get to know of her ways that he without thinking, slid back off the rock into the water and kissed gently Elentari's side wound. He kept softly kissing her skin that felt as soft as satin, and he was lost in his love for this woman. He stood and looked at the beautiful face of Elentari. She was awake and she looked into his eyes, and for that moment time froze. Arthedainsaid softly toElentari, "Elentari my love, I have given, and do willingly give my life to you, though you may feel differently, I cannot deny it any longer. I love you with all my heart and mind and body, and I give myself freely to you. If You accept me not, I accept your will, and I will leave thee alone. But either way, alow me this one moment, and I will remain always in this moment." Arthedain stepped up out of the water as he picked up Elentari, and as he walked out of the water carrying her, the water dripped madly from their remaining clothing, and Arthedain lay Elentari in the tall grass that glittered with dew in the sun. He ran his fingers through her wet hair and leaned over and kissed Elentari passionatly and was lost in his love for her. ---- Elentari Date Posted: Sep/11/2000 1:56 PM Arthedain and Elentari lay in the cool grass, dripping wet, locked into a passionate embrace as they finally gave into the explosive intensity of their feelings for one another. Arthedain's strong hands tore at what little remained of Elentari's clothing, caressing her responsive body as she writhed wildly, carried away by the raw animal feelings that shot through her like bolts of lightning. Pulling him closer with trembling hands she kissed him deep and hard before gazing into his eyes and saying in a breathlessly low voice "I want you now. I love you: I cannot avoid the truth any longer-" Arthedain put a finger to her soft lips. "Shh. Don't explain. I love you too Elentari." He kissed her back, softer and slower, gradually increasing in force and passion. As the sun fell out of the dusky sky they ripped off the rest of their garments and frantically made love as night fell. Staring wide-eyed and sightless at the first night star in the sky, Elentari screamed and shuddered with the pure electricity of absolute passion. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I will have more later. (SD)

by **FrodoTook** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 11:47 am

Vega submitted the following... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- My 2 contibutions: 1. 'Gil-Galad was at Burger King' - a prophetic stroke of genius from Denethor (it'd the 8th post down): <a target=new href="http://www2.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=27387">http://www2.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=27387</a> 2. A review by Hama's reviewer, another stroke of genious, which almost made me wet my pants, I laughed so much while reading it:<a target=new href="http://www2.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=30113">http://www2.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=13&threadid=30113</a> Veg (I'll be back to add more later)

by **tuile** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 12:27 pm

Terry D's writing has often left me speechless...here's something from the 27th of September this year... Darkness ceased into a glimmering twilight,.. twilight passed its delicate hand upon Mother Earth... the world renewed with an innocent vigor. Or, rather, renewal, more marvellous, re-awakend each of us? Soft light, barely sufficient to make a sky, emanated through air, within flower, over each blade of grass,.. light, tremulous, vivified skin and shell, husk and hair,.. unveiling everything, anything, each leaf, feather, dew-drop, gust of wind. All visible with unworldly perception... either by a nether-light that poured from them, as fire from cosmic orb,.. or by inner-twilight that glowed of our eyes, of our recognition. Nothing cast a shadow, within, without... Dancers of color and hue, things were things no more... interchanging memories of light. Things, ever growing, things ever showing, shape and colour, ethereal form and substance, became idea indwelling... what each was, was all being. And what was memory, was now revealed. With our feet bare, we are in love with tended lawn and free pasture. As toes touch grass, naked, moist, soft... every plant, each world, being, life, unite within tender step and we are one. Micro, macro are at length atoned, harmonious, blended into supernal light! Bare foot, tickled toe discover life renewed with each step. This dance enters and enlivens with its light-hearted syncopation. This dance of twilight is Awareness. Knowing life at once, knowing whence we came, to be there and at home as well... alive, cognizant that life is dancing through all. Sense after sense, hitherto somnolent, awakes with each step... sense after sense incredible, bereft of description, heedless of words, reveals without description. Expansive recognition, ever making heart to receive, sight to consume and be consumed with hungry apprehension,.. that consciousness entering, when doorway opens and all are one. That twilight moment when breeze brushing lips of flower petal, is our breath, our unspoken yearning... when wing of flight is tinkling bell. We are that exquisite joy of the bell, we are taht release of breeze. Each becomes glad-union, every becomes you. The Abode of being becomes a temple of revel, a tabernacle of joyous revelation. We are a peaceful ocean... Wave swells with continual thrill of ever lifting wave... Life is a cosmic dance.... Realize that light and life and truth lovingly glow with the twilight of our eye's glance. Each dancing Elemental, mere and pure, is in itself bliss... when not blissful, not light, Element is but mirrored reflection-in-darkness. Inspiration is recognition, that dark breeze is were-shadow, that singing flight is a universal sigh of thanks-union. Dawn's Herald, is auroral wind softly reminding, luminously recollecting, sweetly urging memory... Awareness' approaches. Each prismatic ocean wave of scarlet and orange and crimson and gold, transforms aloft into below... horizon into footfall. With Dawn's rising, every little flower straightens its slender neck, stalk uplifted, head outstretched, expectant... Something more glorious than Dawn, more crystaline than light, is approaching... Love Himself! Life Herself! They ever near, as the necks of all things, the stalk of human-kind reach out to see Mother-Father parade! Childlike we dance, with beast and forest, garden and starlight! Flutter on butterflies, dream dragonflies hover cloudlike, colour the sky with raining acceptance, spectrum awareness with infusing unity... Dance on the new earth, frolic under the new heaven, discover them Visit that old friend, who has opened conversation, revealed heart, and we gaze deep within. Dance now, dance free, dance onward into what was and ever will be. Fluttering wings in forest uplift soaring heart. Heart and embowered canopy become haven, betwixt leaf and wing the uplifting air revels within and without... Butterfly Garden is an aerial vault, where children fly and elders dance, and memories eternal awaken, as if by twilight's chance.... and then his poem, "Mere Moments" In violence they disappeared from our earthly touch... yet, ever-new, eternal, they linger and rejoice in the Haven of Grace... Sob in earnest this day. We ache, for the pain is too much... Gaze backwards through memory's haze, Look forward, toward assured embrace, They await, ethereal essence, We are waiting, earthly dross... Faithful the moment, when we will rejoin them... with infinite songs, unlimited hope and joyous hugs. Celestial distance will never diminish, the fire of love from season’s past… Look deeply in the mirror, those we care for are ever near. Within the Fabric of Love, we all have our part... Hand in hand and heart to heart. Mere moments, and they were taken... Hearts cried in thousand-voiced chorus, Momentarily caught, eternally released, into starlight and song... For us, they will ever belong. Mere moments, and we were shaken... Remaining temporarily in this shadow play. Mere moments and we will be taken. Claiming companions that seemed lost on the way. We will soon lift our voices together, we will soon be enveloped in song. Soon, the comfort, the presence of reunion and those we love, never truly gone, will guide us into the Ethereal Garden, where we remain, always near, never gone. We will never have to remember, too dear to ever forget, this fated, distorted September, too near the awful regret. Linger with hearts, soft and tender, in arms loving, held, ever close. Eternal our sharing entwines us Infinite companions ever-yet.... To the fallen, hail! To those who remain... Let sadness rend our hearts of tears, so that hope and peace will companion our remaining years. Forgive us all, Lord. Hope ya don't mind, Terry..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Man!! I need about a year (or two or three..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>) just to catch up on all the fabulous writing this site has...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I must put in a mention for the Project W.I.N.K.L.E. thread...oh my ohmy oh my!!!<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><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Too funny... I'll see if I can get a link..<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>

by **Parador~J** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 12:33 pm

WOW!!!!! This is great!

Keep the posts coming! What a great day for reading!...

I think TORC has the most talented people ever to assembled on a website such as this one... :thumbsup:

by **FrodoTook** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 2:55 pm

Hey WeeJay

Yes, this thread is WORKING!!!

Mucho Love

FT

by **Idril** » Fri Dec 07, 2001 10:58 pm

I would like to nominate a thread that is close to my heart and always will be because it was where I first posted when on these boards. Here's to FREEDOM!!!!!!! <a target=new href="http://www2.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=195">http://www2.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=195</a>

by **Gwen** » Sat Dec 08, 2001 12:37 pm

I still need to know how to post a link. Could someone advise?

by **FrodoTook** » Sat Dec 08, 2001 2:23 pm

Gwen Look at the post that is the second one prior to your last post. It is by me, FT It gives info on how to post a link. Hopefully, Parador~J will copy the info to her first post in this thread. Cheers, FT <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>

by **Finrod_the_Faithful** » Sat Dec 08, 2001 2:38 pm

I'd like to nominate the Role Play of "Tempest's Bachelorette Party". I consider it the best party thread I've ever read. <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=16451">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=16451</a>

by **Gwen** » Sun Dec 09, 2001 7:33 am

Well this thread is just about the funniest most pee your pants thing I've ever seen here. Mithfanion had posted in his sig a picture of some freak in a Peter Pan outfit and claimed it was Gandalf'sMother whom as we all know is an intelligent and respected member of this board. This picture of course spurred a debate in Talk as to the truth of the claim of identity, Mith swore it was GM. We were reluctant to believe him but he insisted and so we did. By the grace of God GM saw the conversation in Talk and this is the thread that ensued....enjoy<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>: BTW.....you have to visit the sites that GM links you to to understand how goofy this Peter Pan character is! <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=22313">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=22313</a>

by **erinhue** » Sun Dec 09, 2001 8:54 am

first I would like to say thank you for the mention earlier<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Here is a link to the funniest thread I have ever had the great pleasure to read and post in. I would like to nominate the thread Stupid ---- "It was a dark and stormy night..." <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=3509">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=3509</a>

by **FrodoTook** » Mon Dec 10, 2001 8:10 am

Following is a series of posts from the recent Lothlorien Feast. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lomedhels Post <Late as always Lom reaches the feast. He looks around to find someone for a chat. Everyone is laughing and having fun.> "Hi LiMuBai! Sorry, I didn't manage to get here sooner." ---------------- Silmarills Post "Hi Lomedhel" "Li had retired for the evening. But make yourself at home. You will find a menu on one of the previous pages. Feel free to eat whatever your heart desires." "Have fun." ----------------- Lomedhels "Thank you Silmarill! I'm not very hungry right now but where is the dance ground? My feet can't wait to swing!" ----------------- Silmarills "You can dance anywhere and everywhere. Wherever and whenever the mood takes you." --------------- Lomedhels at 2:38 AM "OK then"... <begins to dance, as I always said Lom is a lil' bit crazy> --------------- Lomedhels <Lom heard the beat of a drum and he began to move around the tree and dance like a indian about it.> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Lomedhels Date Posted: Nov/17/2001 6:07 AM <Lom picks a turkey leg and tired of dancing he sat on the ground and listened to Erinhue's song. It was just SOOOOOOOOO beautiful...> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I thought that Lomedhels "spontaneous dance" was funny then I noticed how long he had danced. Lomedhel had been dancing from 2:38 AM until 6:07 AM. He had danced non-stop just one minute shy of 3 1/2 hours straight. LOL No wonder he was tired. I loved it!!! FT ps: erinhue, thanks for that link to "Stupid"!!! It is hilarious and I highly reccommend it to others.

by **EntwifeLost** » Mon Dec 10, 2001 10:32 am

There are some great posts in many places here - I would like to post something i read that "Sol" write in Talk. A letter to TORC'ers...Great writing and heartfelt thoughts....The Link is provided at the end: I've been thinking a lot about the site, and how it means a lot to many people, each in their own individual way. I don't know if this will adequately get my thoughts down, but I'd like to share them to you. TORC is a community site, and derives its attraction from this community, from its people. There are many sites out there, and each one has members fanatically devoted to it. When faced with the possibility of being without the site, they can't seem to grasp the concept. However, when looking objectively, were they the only persons going to the site, the site is not what it truly important, but the fact that it did exist at some point as a node, a place where many people could meet one another and talk. The other people at the site define the site, whether it's someone you're friends with, companions in roleplaying, even people you don't talk to or are neutral toward, for in their own ways, they shape the site as a whole and others at it and how they react. But, should the site go down (god forbid), it will not have gone down in vein. Without it, we would not have met one another, would not have made those friendships, many of which have moved beyond the limits of the site. That is the goal of community sites, to attempt to bring the community closer together and to bring the world community together outside of the geographical and ideological barriers we have in place. But thses friendships live beyond the limits of the site, through phone, meetings in real life, and even other websites and IM systems. So, although TORC may not exist some time in the future, in fact the end is inevitable in retrospect, it is merely the question of whether it's 20 years down the road or 1, it will not be gone even then. It will live in through us should we not allow that to set us back in our friendships, our interactions. Some may drift apart, others may not talk. But so long as only one friendship perserveres, the site will have served its purpose. For what greater and nobler deed can there be than to change one's life? So, through this, I would like to thank all you for the time I have had here, and especially thank the Mods for giving me the chance to be one of the persons who shapes others' lives through the medium of the site. I have made great use of the news I found here, but more importantly the friendships. I am working on my parents to help donate, and wish to do my part to make this place last as long as humanly possible. However, one cannot help but be realistic in light of the fact that the site may not be around this time next year, so while it is still around, I want to take this time to experess my feelings to all of you. Thanks Yours, Greg Excellent POST SOL!!! Very nice and deserves recognition!! EntwifeLost Located here: <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=31026">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=24&threadid=31026</a>

by **Snowdog** » Mon Dec 10, 2001 3:19 pm

Oh Gwen! I have to put a post of yours here! In fact, I think I will put a series of posts here titled The Dances. First, a series of posts by Gwen applying for a job with a brief comment by Terry D... Gwen May/23/2001 9:10 AM <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0> Gwen the evil underhanded plotting stepsister princess decides to REALLY pi$$ off her dad and become a dancer at the town brothel... Scatha, I am willing to entertain your clientel with my artisitic dances and scantily clad body, but I will not be going upstairs with any of your barflies!! I AM royalty after all!! heh heh heh heh heh heh!! Do you accept? <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0> - Gwen Date Posted: May/23/2001 9:20 AM WELL??????? - Terry D Date Posted: May/23/2001 9:22 AM I would love to comment, oh, the lacivious thoughts! But, I took the Pledge.... - Gwen Date Posted: May/23/2001 9:35 AM <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0> Shut up peasant!!!! It seems the brothel owner's tongue has been taken by the cat. Very well then. I will give you a free sample of my abilities. Gwen sheds her long black cloak revealing an outfit both shimmery and see through. She lightly jumps on top of the nearest filthy table and from somewhere distant Arabic music begins to play. She raises her arms above her head and begins to swing her body in time to the music. Her hips sway back and forth mezmerizing the few patrons. As the music picks up time so does her graceful movements. Her arms and legs weave around and around her shapely body crecendoing in perfect time with the end of the song. She jumps down from the table to the brothel owner. Sweat is dripping off her body. Her long auburn hair is stuck to her forehead. WELL???? <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0> (What can I say??) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Once upon a time there was a pub near Mordor called The Severed Head. It had since been burned to the ground, but a couple of the best dancers were there. There was a one two punch... RavenTinuviel Date Posted: Apr/30/2001 3:55 PM Hearing calls in the other room for strippers, Andrea thought there must be lots of young lightweights at this party, and she sat back as she heard Barad-Dur come in and say I was on and he started to roll out the big cake. Crashing into the big room was a huge cake, which was really cardboard but they guys were too drunk to care, and with a bang and smoke, the top flew off and a dark woman dressed in sheer black veils popped out the top. She moved about the cake with evil music and low lyrics in black speech played on the CD. A dark nylon leg stepped out with garters holding them tight, and witl a push with the other leg Andrea came out of the top of the cake and landed on the floor without missing a beat. Andrea quickly identified the groom dressed as a girl, so she would have to work towards him in the throngs of men and boys. There was a supporting pole near the center of the floor and it would work as a great prop as Andrea moved in twirls toward it, shifting back and forth among the crowd, and bending backward and laying her head in Klonnku's lap for a moment. She winked at the youngster before lifting her self up and lifting her veils as she swirled. Coming to the post she wrapped herself around it and moved with the eerie music, eying Nazgul-Lord seductivly. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- And right after that dance was this one: Arwen740 Date Posted: Apr/30/2001 6:45 PM As the cake rolled out, I slipped backstage where my props were hidden. Slipping out of my bedraggled suit, I straightened my shimmery blue and silver veils. A spice caravan had recently traveled into town and I had made aquaintances with some musicians. They had agreed to accompany me for a small fee. I unlocked a small box and carefully pulled out a some fine mithril glitter, sprinkling it all over my body and hair to make an irridescent glow. I threw extra glitter on my veils. Then I placed dragon-fire oil on my hands and lips, my cheeks and neck...and belly. The smell was something between cinnamon and jasmine, and HOT to the touch. It glowed a burning scarlet upon white skin. As Andrea finished up the lap dance for Nazgul, I had the musicians start the slow, seductive rhythm. There was only a fire lit and a couple of lanterns. I stood on stage, a veil over my face, slowly moving my torso and arms with legs bent. Glitter sparkled out into the air to fall like star dust around me. I very slowly made my way down the stairs, writhing slowly upon each stair; at each step a new angle as I arched my back and shook my shoulders. I moved very slowly seductively over to Klonkku, and wove my way around him, removing a veil to slide along his body. As I slid my fingers lightly along his neck he gasped as the oil warmed his skin. The rhythm picked up slightly and I twined my way over to Terry D. Like a vine I dance with joy around him, nearly entwining him while not quite touching his body. Swirling and undulating I tossed him a small scarf and whispered to him. He smiled and placed the scarf in front of his feet on the floor, peeking it up into a small point. Turning my back to him I very slowly arched my back, my head lowering towards him as I shimmered my shoulders. My hair draped over the floor as my mouth came down to the peeked scarf and I tenderly took the scarf with my teeth. Then I started the slow ascent, up toward an upright position again. As I turned, I leaned very close to his face with mine and kissed him through the scarf. I smiled as I arose, the scarf hanging limply from his lips There was a mystified look in his eyes as he touched his fingers to his lips, the hot oil tingling, slightly burning them. As the music got faster and faster I whirled and gyrated around Snowdog, taking wild dance steps and shaking my pelvis. Removing another sheer veil, I wound it round his shoulders as I danced, now kicking over his head, then nearly sitting in his lap as my arms became like sinous silver snakes around him. Several times my cheeks grazed his and my eyelashes brushed his ears. I strode over to barad-dur, and took a broad stance, winding around and around in front of him, teasing and shaking as he shook the table with a pounding fist. I threw my head round and round, whipping his face with my hair, glitter flying everywhere in the reflecting firelight. I stood over him, clutching my strong thighs over his with a terrible grimace in my face. My arms made mock attack, slashing and slashing, my fingernails barely missing his cheeks. I was terrifying as I brought forth all of my strength and force, nearly knocking the big guy over LOL. So what does he think of ancient elf maidens now!!! And then for the groom , the best for last... The drums slowed into a very seductive rhythm. I moved every muscle in my body, smoothly, languidly. I was fluid with no apparent bones to see as I undulated in front of him. My hips twitched, jingling the small coins attached at the hip in front of his face. He reached up to touch me and I smoothly countered his move with my arm without missing a beat. Then I knelt in front of his feet, my knees wide apart, sliding my hands around my body and slowly snaking my torso and neck around and around. I leaned all the way back, my belly to the ceiling and bounced gently up and down, then swayed back and forth. Drawing one last veil from my hip, I slowly teased it up between my thighs, and along my belly. Hooping and hollering ensued and I knew it was time. I reached into the small pouch inside of my brassiere and discreetly pulled out a pinch of powder. Throwing it down in front between my knees, there issued a huge boom and puff of gray smoke. "What the..." "Hey, Where'd she go?" "SHHHH, Damn!" Pandemonium broke out, and guffaws. There was pounding on the tables and some confusion. I slipped out the back with the musicians and dissapeared into the forest. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Gwen, RavenTinuviel, and Arwen740... they still leave me speachless!

by **FrodoTook** » Mon Dec 10, 2001 7:39 pm

EntwifeLost Thank you for that great post by Sol Very moving, I must say. Well said. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Snowdog Thank you for submitting the three posts by Gwen, RavenTinuviel and Arwen740. They were very provacative and well written, to say the least!!!

by **Smaug** » Tue Dec 11, 2001 10:23 am

I would like to submit moan and bug people saying were bored and ask are we there at the release yet??? a thread that was started by WanderingButNotLost in September of 2000 and that is still being posted at (maybe I'm wrong but it's probably the oldest-still-being-posted-to thread here at TORC) and a real mad-house! <a target=new href="http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=1&catid=25&threadid=3485">http://www3.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=1&catid=25&threadid=3485</a>

by **Parador~J** » Tue Dec 11, 2001 6:46 pm

When I read Whistler's 'Authentic Review' I couldn't help but wonder if that wasn't Ma and Pa Kettle's review! LOL... That was was a good one FT <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> EntWifeLost...thank-you...'Sol's thread was so moving and right on the heart...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> Turin & Elora..., What beautiful storytelling...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0> You both led me by my heart throughout your encounter in the thread...Man, I loved it! You guys are good! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> ...It wasn't too much... and it wasn't too less...if you know what I mean...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0> I blush easy <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> (Don't wanna feel like a peepin' tom ya know) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> **To Every one of you... you do TORC proud!!!!!!! I'm still readin' guys...so much fun!!!!!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>

by **Parador~J** » Tue Dec 11, 2001 10:58 pm

This is a poem written by Rwhen...and is dedicated to all who might have to 'Stand in Line'...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> (Thank-you Rwhen!) rwhen Rider of the Mark Alliance: lothlorien Posts: 690 Date Posted: Dec/10/2001 11:42 AM Stand In Line Submitted by: Rwhen Well, the time has finally come And we all wait to be, At the grandest movie That one could ever see. Bought tickets in advance For the 8pm show, It’s 6:45 by my watch Yup, it’s time to go. Wheeling ‘round the corners Drivin’ on two wheels, Gotta be there early It’s a really big deal. Made it the parking lot OH GOSH, totally full, Driving around in circles 15 minutes, Not too cool. Up front I spy An SUV that’s green, Pulling out of a space Close as I’ve ever been. Little Old Lady In a Vet that’s red, Tryin’ to get there before me So towards it I sped. Beat her by a moment I saw her shake a fist, At my tail lights Man, she was *uptight* Jumped out the car door Didn’t even lock it, Hurried to the ticket booth Fast as a rocket. Seeing all the people Milling about like ants, I’m not worried Got my tickets in advance. All lines look long I can’t help but giggle, So through all the masses I began to wriggle. Found the manager He was ready to flee, EVERYONE has advanced tickets GET IN LINE, he says to me. So here I am waiting To see a movie so fine, But deep down I know it is worth it Guess I’ll Stand in Line.

by **FrodoTook** » Tue Dec 11, 2001 11:37 pm

<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> FT Yeah, I'm happy! Thanks PJ for submitting rwhens song. And thank you rwhen for your creativity and your willingness to share it.

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