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saying, 'Wait, a sword is a great weapon!' but that is because you haven't tried to swing one around. They're big and heavy, and you really should get some practice first.
"You might as well come on out," she saidthat they were quite fluent with medieval weaponry; it just sort of went with the voice. Nobody laughed that way when they aren't sure of themselves, and sajja would only send the best possible weaponry (of whatever world she went to) with her. That meant that they were better at this than she was, and they had her outnumbered... Drat. How did she get into these situations, again? Oh, right, her fathers the keeper."Come on," she said, forcing herself to look intimidating. "I wouldn't keep me waiting if I were you."Out of the bushes, stepped the ugliest thing Mythri had ever seen. It had beady, little eyes; greyish skin; a nose, that looked like it had been run through a blender; a few disgusting strands of hair, sticking out from its helmet; and don't even get started on its mouth. It was shorter than her, about , drawing the accursed blade. "I know you're in there."
Some sort of cackling laughter was the only answer she got. She realized, immediatly, that there were plenty more than one. She also realized four and a half feet, she guessed, bowlegged, slimy, smelly, and had a vile habit of licking its lips, it seemed. Its fourteen companins didn't look much better... Actually, they looked worse.
If she'd had any other weapon, she would have knocked thier stupid, ugly blocks off; as
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano words of Wisdom
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back.’ He said as he kissed Elanor’s cheek. He walked into his hole and closed the door. He missed Mr Frodo terribly but he knew that Undying Lands.He was sitting by the wall of his new room for the journey on his bed when Gandalf came in with a tray of tea. ‘Hello Frodo, are you all right.’ He asked when he saw Frodo’s tear stained face. ‘This is for the best Frodo. You know that don’t you?’‘Yes Gandalf, I understand. It’s just I have lived in Hobbiton nearly my whole life and it hurts terribly to leave everyone behind. Especially Sam.’ Fresh tears were now silently slighting down his face. He was biting his lip to try and stifle sobs.Gandalf saw this and he picked Frodo up and sat him on his knee in a fatherly gesture. Frodo cried into the old Wizard’s chest loudly. He couldn’t control it anymore. He had to let it out if he were to move on with his life.After a while when Frodo had quieted down, Gandalf one day he would join his master again.
~--*--~
Frodo Baggins was feeling just the same as Sam. He felt as if he was torn in two. It had been very difficult to let Sam and everyone else behind but in his heart, Frodo knew that the only way that he was to recover from his quest was to go to theset him upon his bed and soon fell asleep. Gandalf put a light blanket over him and shut the creaking door as quietly as he could.
Elrond, Bilbo and Galadriel were sitting down at a small table and eating
back.’ He said as he kissed Elanor’s cheek. He walked into his hole and closed the door. He missed Mr Frodo terribly but he knew that Undying Lands.He was sitting by the wall of his new room for the journey on his bed when Gandalf came in with a tray of tea. ‘Hello Frodo, are you all right.’ He asked when he saw Frodo’s tear stained face. ‘This is for the best Frodo. You know that don’t you?’‘Yes Gandalf, I understand. It’s just I have lived in Hobbiton nearly my whole life and it hurts terribly to leave everyone behind. Especially Sam.’ Fresh tears were now silently slighting down his face. He was biting his lip to try and stifle sobs.Gandalf saw this and he picked Frodo up and sat him on his knee in a fatherly gesture. Frodo cried into the old Wizard’s chest loudly. He couldn’t control it anymore. He had to let it out if he were to move on with his life.After a while when Frodo had quieted down, Gandalf one day he would join his master again.
~--*--~
Frodo Baggins was feeling just the same as Sam. He felt as if he was torn in two. It had been very difficult to let Sam and everyone else behind but in his heart, Frodo knew that the only way that he was to recover from his quest was to go to theset him upon his bed and soon fell asleep. Gandalf put a light blanket over him and shut the creaking door as quietly as he could.
Elrond, Bilbo and Galadriel were sitting down at a small table and eating
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano Incident On The Promenade
Jack Vettriano Incident On The PromenadeJack Vettriano in the heat of the dayJack Vettriano his Favourite girlJack Vettriano her Secret lifeJack Vettriano Her Secret Life II
“Out of my way, out of my way!”
The sound, accompanied by madly racing footsteps, was familiar. The Elves gathered in the entrance hall of the Last Homely House exchanged glances and smiles as the shout was closely followed by a dark-haired young ellon, looking as panicked as though he wehave you done this time, Elrohir?” a slender Elf dressed in a silvery-grey gown asked him as he passed her.“Nothing, Nana, I swear.” The young Elf paused at the door and risked a glance over his shoulder. At the sight of a pair of ellyn appearing at the top of the stairs, he groaned. “My Queen, will you not give me sanctuary? I swear I have done nothing to deserve this!”The dark-haired elleth thus addressed only laughed. With another groan, Elrohir bolted out the front door and in the direction of the surrounding woods. The two young Elves who were pursuing him ran down the stairs. One was dark-haired and identical to Elrohir, the other blond. They, unlike their quarry, were armed with bows and had full quivers, which explained how he had managed re being chased by a balrog. He wove in and out of the throng with surprising agility, even for an Elf.
“What to get such a head start.
“Remember that Elrohir is expected to meet the messenger from Mithlond tomorrow,” the Master of Imladris called after them as they flew to the door. “I want him fit.”
“Out of my way, out of my way!”
The sound, accompanied by madly racing footsteps, was familiar. The Elves gathered in the entrance hall of the Last Homely House exchanged glances and smiles as the shout was closely followed by a dark-haired young ellon, looking as panicked as though he wehave you done this time, Elrohir?” a slender Elf dressed in a silvery-grey gown asked him as he passed her.“Nothing, Nana, I swear.” The young Elf paused at the door and risked a glance over his shoulder. At the sight of a pair of ellyn appearing at the top of the stairs, he groaned. “My Queen, will you not give me sanctuary? I swear I have done nothing to deserve this!”The dark-haired elleth thus addressed only laughed. With another groan, Elrohir bolted out the front door and in the direction of the surrounding woods. The two young Elves who were pursuing him ran down the stairs. One was dark-haired and identical to Elrohir, the other blond. They, unlike their quarry, were armed with bows and had full quivers, which explained how he had managed re being chased by a balrog. He wove in and out of the throng with surprising agility, even for an Elf.
“What to get such a head start.
“Remember that Elrohir is expected to meet the messenger from Mithlond tomorrow,” the Master of Imladris called after them as they flew to the door. “I want him fit.”
Jack Vettriano long time Gone
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Haldir gave his friend a quizzical look
“I made a promise to Frodo to protect him. I shall honour that promise.”
Haldir nodded as he looked down to his hands. He was disappointed.
Haldir and Legolas had been friend side. Haldir was truly jealous of the ranger for he had one Legolas’ friendship. He did not allow his jealousy to show, even though Legolas new it was there.~o~Aragorn slowly helped Legolas to the area that the fellowship had been situated. The fellowship had been eager to see the elf again and it gave him comfort to know that they had been concerned for him.When he had first joined the fellowship he knew that the hobbits were a little wary of him. They did not understand the elf for he was different to the ones they had met in Rivendel.“We are nearly there my friend,” Said Aragorn as he smiled s since childhood but they truly became close when Legolas saved Haldir. Haldir had been wounded in battle. Legolas’ father had been ordered to leave the elf and carry on fighting and leave Haldir, but Legolas could not do it. He carried Haldir of the battlefield and took him deep into the woods. He did not leave Haldir’s side and even though his father called him a coward he was not ashamed of what he did. He was not ashamed that he had saved Haldir’s life. When Aragorn came into Legolas’ life things became distant between the elves. They did not see each other very much and every time they did meet. Aragorn was always at Legolas’at his friend.
“Thank you Aragorn.”
“LEGOLAS” shout Merry as he ran up to the elf, his smile widened.
“Merry” said Legolas as he weakly ruffled the Hobbit’s hair “May I sit Aragorn
Haldir gave his friend a quizzical look
“I made a promise to Frodo to protect him. I shall honour that promise.”
Haldir nodded as he looked down to his hands. He was disappointed.
Haldir and Legolas had been friend side. Haldir was truly jealous of the ranger for he had one Legolas’ friendship. He did not allow his jealousy to show, even though Legolas new it was there.~o~Aragorn slowly helped Legolas to the area that the fellowship had been situated. The fellowship had been eager to see the elf again and it gave him comfort to know that they had been concerned for him.When he had first joined the fellowship he knew that the hobbits were a little wary of him. They did not understand the elf for he was different to the ones they had met in Rivendel.“We are nearly there my friend,” Said Aragorn as he smiled s since childhood but they truly became close when Legolas saved Haldir. Haldir had been wounded in battle. Legolas’ father had been ordered to leave the elf and carry on fighting and leave Haldir, but Legolas could not do it. He carried Haldir of the battlefield and took him deep into the woods. He did not leave Haldir’s side and even though his father called him a coward he was not ashamed of what he did. He was not ashamed that he had saved Haldir’s life. When Aragorn came into Legolas’ life things became distant between the elves. They did not see each other very much and every time they did meet. Aragorn was always at Legolas’at his friend.
“Thank you Aragorn.”
“LEGOLAS” shout Merry as he ran up to the elf, his smile widened.
“Merry” said Legolas as he weakly ruffled the Hobbit’s hair “May I sit Aragorn
Monday, May 11, 2009
Jack Vettriano Ae Fond Kiss
Jack Vettriano Ae Fond KissJack Vettriano A Voyage Of DiscoveryJack Vettriano a very married WomanJack Vettriano A Very Dangerous BeachJack Vettriano a uninvited guest
-hopping? (nervous chuckle) I meant, uh, I don’t really know what I meant, but listen, there is no need to get upset-"
"NO NEED TO GET UPSET!" Glorfindel burst out, making both Almira and I jump. "This is unbelievable! Not to mention impossible! Do you realize what you are implying? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"We come in peace?" I offered. Almira just rolled her eyes. She really needed to cut that out, because one day I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
"My lord, I have absolutely no idea wh do it." When I looked back to Glorfindel, he and the other elves had a look of utter confusion on their faces."What language were you just speaking? I have never heard it before," Glorfindel said. “Is it similar to Westron?”"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to Almira I said, "I thought we were speaking Elvish.""There! You just did it again when talking to her," cried Faelon.“It’s the same language you were speaking when we first happened upon you,” said one of the other elves, Gornnir, I think. I blinked in surprise. I forgot about how well elves could hear. That would explain the curious stares and why Glorfindel was so suspicious. However,at she is talking about-"
"The heck you don’t, Miss I-got-this-dress-from-GAP," I muttered.
Glorfindel just ignored me, "Quiet! I don’t need your excuses. I want the truth and I want it now."
Almira and I exchanged uneasy glances and she said, "You should probably explain, seeing as you seem to know more. I’ve only seen the movies."
"Figures. Fine, I’ll I was still confused. As far as I knew I wasn’t aware I was speaking Elvish. Whenever the elves were present they understood me, and I them. I must have made the change without thinking. But why?
Then it dawned on me. I must have been speaking English with Almira when there
-hopping? (nervous chuckle) I meant, uh, I don’t really know what I meant, but listen, there is no need to get upset-"
"NO NEED TO GET UPSET!" Glorfindel burst out, making both Almira and I jump. "This is unbelievable! Not to mention impossible! Do you realize what you are implying? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"We come in peace?" I offered. Almira just rolled her eyes. She really needed to cut that out, because one day I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
"My lord, I have absolutely no idea wh do it." When I looked back to Glorfindel, he and the other elves had a look of utter confusion on their faces."What language were you just speaking? I have never heard it before," Glorfindel said. “Is it similar to Westron?”"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to Almira I said, "I thought we were speaking Elvish.""There! You just did it again when talking to her," cried Faelon.“It’s the same language you were speaking when we first happened upon you,” said one of the other elves, Gornnir, I think. I blinked in surprise. I forgot about how well elves could hear. That would explain the curious stares and why Glorfindel was so suspicious. However,at she is talking about-"
"The heck you don’t, Miss I-got-this-dress-from-GAP," I muttered.
Glorfindel just ignored me, "Quiet! I don’t need your excuses. I want the truth and I want it now."
Almira and I exchanged uneasy glances and she said, "You should probably explain, seeing as you seem to know more. I’ve only seen the movies."
"Figures. Fine, I’ll I was still confused. As far as I knew I wasn’t aware I was speaking Elvish. Whenever the elves were present they understood me, and I them. I must have made the change without thinking. But why?
Then it dawned on me. I must have been speaking English with Almira when there
Jack Vettriano The Administration of Justice
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. So please give it a shot. And thank you to those that will.
This is my first story so I apologize if it’s a little rough. The first chapter is going to be kind of long and a little vague perhaps, as I am still trying to figure out exactly what direction I want this to go in. I will be upfront and say it is a Legomance, and I will try to keep is mine! Mwahahahaha-cough cough-alright enough with the evil laugh. On to the story!Chapter 1- Remind me why I got out of bed this morning?Have you ever had one of those mornings when you just know it is going to be a bad day? You wake up with the utmost sense of dread knowing it’s going to be one of those days where absolutely nothing goes right, there’s no hot water for your shower, your clothes are either wrinkled or dirty, no milk for your cereal, late for school, etc.Well, this wasn’t one of those days. In fact, it was the day after my high school graduation. I, of course, chose to celebrate this by sleeping in as late as possible. So by the time it from being a particularly hideous breed of MarySue (or any kind of MarySue for that matter). I am aiming for a mix between the books and the movies. Wish me luck. I respect constructive criticism, and would appreciate it. But please don’t send me reviews that are rude or nasty because I fail to see how that is productive.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Lord of the Rings, that all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. The same can be said about the movies, except that the rights belong to Peter Jackson, New Line Cinema, and the likes. But everything else I got out of bed it wasn’t even morning, and the chance of worrying about whether I should get out of bed and begin readying myself for what could possibly be the worst day of my life wasn’t
. So please give it a shot. And thank you to those that will.
This is my first story so I apologize if it’s a little rough. The first chapter is going to be kind of long and a little vague perhaps, as I am still trying to figure out exactly what direction I want this to go in. I will be upfront and say it is a Legomance, and I will try to keep is mine! Mwahahahaha-cough cough-alright enough with the evil laugh. On to the story!Chapter 1- Remind me why I got out of bed this morning?Have you ever had one of those mornings when you just know it is going to be a bad day? You wake up with the utmost sense of dread knowing it’s going to be one of those days where absolutely nothing goes right, there’s no hot water for your shower, your clothes are either wrinkled or dirty, no milk for your cereal, late for school, etc.Well, this wasn’t one of those days. In fact, it was the day after my high school graduation. I, of course, chose to celebrate this by sleeping in as late as possible. So by the time it from being a particularly hideous breed of MarySue (or any kind of MarySue for that matter). I am aiming for a mix between the books and the movies. Wish me luck. I respect constructive criticism, and would appreciate it. But please don’t send me reviews that are rude or nasty because I fail to see how that is productive.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Lord of the Rings, that all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. The same can be said about the movies, except that the rights belong to Peter Jackson, New Line Cinema, and the likes. But everything else I got out of bed it wasn’t even morning, and the chance of worrying about whether I should get out of bed and begin readying myself for what could possibly be the worst day of my life wasn’t
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Barmaid's Fancy
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being a ditz, I mixed up my camp dates. It was 2-6 February, so I got loads of time to type this up. Hope you enjoy. :)
This is based on bookverse LotR (mostly) and movie-verse X-Men so Wolverine will probably be OOC to those of you who go by the comics.
Chapter 1: Bree vs. Brie
He was falling. It wasn’t amusing at all to be hurled from the top of the Empire State Building. It was all the fault of the humans and their inability to accept mutants, really. If they’d been just a little bit more tolerant, Magneto wouldn’t have turned militant, and if Magneto hadn’t turned into a militant, then he, Logan Howlett, better known as the Wolverine, wouldn’t have had to have this little disagreement with Magneto which had culminated in this not-so-little showdown on thexpected to hit concrete any moment, but instead, he found his fall cushioned by a mound of soft vegetation.Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts. The sky above him was riddled with stars. That didn't look too much like the sky which he had known in New York, although, truth be told, he wasn't much of an astronomer. He was so dizzy from his fall and his near death experience. He hadn’t even gotten to his feet when he felt the edge of a cold steel blade against his throat. He glanced down and vaguely registered that it looked like a sword. ‘Who on earth uses swords?’ he thought. He glanced up. Standing e top of the Empire State Building. And if there had been no showdown, Magneto would not have hurled Logan off the top of said building.
It didn’t help that Logan had been one of the main players who’d destroyed Magneto’s abilities, at least temporarily. If only those damn scientists had invented a ‘cure’ for mutation that was a bit longer lasting, as in permanent, then they wouldn’t have had to deal with the same metal mangling militant mutant again.
The wind rushed past his ears, ripping through his tightly curled hair with the two peaks like the ears of a wolverine. He above him was a tall man with greasy long dark hair threaded with silver. On his cheeks were months of stubble. ‘The guy needs an electric razor.’ It was too dark to make out any other features.
“Who the hell are you?” Logan demanded out loud. “And you might want to get that thing away from me
being a ditz, I mixed up my camp dates. It was 2-6 February, so I got loads of time to type this up. Hope you enjoy. :)
This is based on bookverse LotR (mostly) and movie-verse X-Men so Wolverine will probably be OOC to those of you who go by the comics.
Chapter 1: Bree vs. Brie
He was falling. It wasn’t amusing at all to be hurled from the top of the Empire State Building. It was all the fault of the humans and their inability to accept mutants, really. If they’d been just a little bit more tolerant, Magneto wouldn’t have turned militant, and if Magneto hadn’t turned into a militant, then he, Logan Howlett, better known as the Wolverine, wouldn’t have had to have this little disagreement with Magneto which had culminated in this not-so-little showdown on thexpected to hit concrete any moment, but instead, he found his fall cushioned by a mound of soft vegetation.Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts. The sky above him was riddled with stars. That didn't look too much like the sky which he had known in New York, although, truth be told, he wasn't much of an astronomer. He was so dizzy from his fall and his near death experience. He hadn’t even gotten to his feet when he felt the edge of a cold steel blade against his throat. He glanced down and vaguely registered that it looked like a sword. ‘Who on earth uses swords?’ he thought. He glanced up. Standing e top of the Empire State Building. And if there had been no showdown, Magneto would not have hurled Logan off the top of said building.
It didn’t help that Logan had been one of the main players who’d destroyed Magneto’s abilities, at least temporarily. If only those damn scientists had invented a ‘cure’ for mutation that was a bit longer lasting, as in permanent, then they wouldn’t have had to deal with the same metal mangling militant mutant again.
The wind rushed past his ears, ripping through his tightly curled hair with the two peaks like the ears of a wolverine. He above him was a tall man with greasy long dark hair threaded with silver. On his cheeks were months of stubble. ‘The guy needs an electric razor.’ It was too dark to make out any other features.
“Who the hell are you?” Logan demanded out loud. “And you might want to get that thing away from me
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