In the summer I go out to my backyard where it's very green and shady and private. I sit on the swing and write poems. I like to pretend I'm a certain hobbit in Rivendell when I do that. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
I also like to lie on the ground and look at the stars, and for some reason it makes me feel very Elvish.
With the unbelievably cold weather we've been having here lately, every day after school I wish Gwaihir would come, pick me up and fly me home. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] *sigh* If only that could happen....
[ January 21, 2003: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ]
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"For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy. But this, if you will, is the magic of Galadriel."
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