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***Mithadan*** · 05-20-2002, 07:10 AM

The day dawned bright and chill over the green fields of Cormallen. Nearby, over the silver ribbon of the river Anduin, seabirds frolicked and cried in welcome of the new morning. On the green lawns stood many pavilions and tents, adorned with bright banners announcing the persons residing within. To the North stood a grand pavillion in which many persons worked feverishly preparing the breakfast buffet. To the left of the kitchens was a great stage upon which musicians readied themselves to ply their trade. To the right stood a vast canopy shading tables laden with every imaginable refreshment. Ice had been brought from the heights of Mindolluin and rested in silver buckets as all readied for the guests.

At the stroke of 9:00am, guests began entering the broad field from all sides, amazed that the barriers, fences and gates which had barred their way had abruptly disappeared. Minstrels wandered the crowds singing many tunes and the rustle of conversation rose to a great din until one mounted the stage and asked for quiet.

"Welcome," cried a man clad in grey breeches and a tunic of bright blue embroidered with threads of silver. A star was on his brows, reflecting the light of the rising sun as he surveyed the crowds with grey eyes. His raven hair blew in the breezes that came from the West. "I am Mithadan! And we are here for a great celebration! Indeed the greatest this place has seen since the fall of Sauron and the destruction of the Ring. We gather to do honor to he who we owe so much to. He who has brought us all together. The Barrow-Wight! Parise him with great praise! Eglerio!" And all cheered.

Then one stood forth bearing a harp of gold and begged leave to sing a song. His honeyed words captivated his audience:

[To the tune of the Theme from the Beverly Hillbillies]

"Let me tell you all a story
about a Wight named Ron,
an old dark wraith
barely kept his website on.
But then one day
while toying with his hoard,
he said 'I'll start
a brand new Tolkien board!'

Forums, that is.
A community.
Talking Tolkien!

Well, next thing you know
the Forums' up on-line,
with lots of new members
yes, its really doing fine.
Talking Elves and Dwarves
and other Tolkien things,
there's even space
to argue Balrog wings!

And Bombadil.
Discussions.
Chatroom too.
Y'all come by, y'hear!"

05-20-2002, 07:10 AM	#3
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,314	The day dawned bright and chill over the green fields of Cormallen. Nearby, over the silver ribbon of the river Anduin, seabirds frolicked and cried in welcome of the new morning. On the green lawns stood many pavilions and tents, adorned with bright banners announcing the persons residing within. To the North stood a grand pavillion in which many persons worked feverishly preparing the breakfast buffet. To the left of the kitchens was a great stage upon which musicians readied themselves to ply their trade. To the right stood a vast canopy shading tables laden with every imaginable refreshment. Ice had been brought from the heights of Mindolluin and rested in silver buckets as all readied for the guests. At the stroke of 9:00am, guests began entering the broad field from all sides, amazed that the barriers, fences and gates which had barred their way had abruptly disappeared. Minstrels wandered the crowds singing many tunes and the rustle of conversation rose to a great din until one mounted the stage and asked for quiet. "Welcome," cried a man clad in grey breeches and a tunic of bright blue embroidered with threads of silver. A star was on his brows, reflecting the light of the rising sun as he surveyed the crowds with grey eyes. His raven hair blew in the breezes that came from the West. "I am Mithadan! And we are here for a great celebration! Indeed the greatest this place has seen since the fall of Sauron and the destruction of the Ring. We gather to do honor to he who we owe so much to. He who has brought us all together. The Barrow-Wight! Parise him with great praise! Eglerio!" And all cheered. Then one stood forth bearing a harp of gold and begged leave to sing a song. His honeyed words captivated his audience: [To the tune of the Theme from the Beverly Hillbillies] "Let me tell you all a story about a Wight named Ron, an old dark wraith barely kept his website on. But then one day while toying with his hoard, he said 'I'll start a brand new Tolkien board!' Forums, that is. A community. Talking Tolkien! Well, next thing you know the Forums' up on-line, with lots of new members yes, its really doing fine. Talking Elves and Dwarves and other Tolkien things, there's even space to argue Balrog wings! And Bombadil. Discussions. Chatroom too. Y'all come by, y'hear!" __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.