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Encaitare · 10-17-2004, 11:01 AM

-Whenever nature seems just beyond my grasp. When I am in the car going down a highway and there is a tangled bit of woods along the side of the road, I have this indescribable longing to go tramp among the trees, away from all the cars whizzing by.

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(making Winston Churchill sound like Treebeard is definately not something to be proud of).

"Weeeeee shaaaaall fiiiiiiight on the .... beaaaachessss, weeeee shaaaall fiiiiight on the laaannnding grounnnnds ..... weeee shaaall fiiiiight in the fiiiiiiields and in the streeeeeeets, weeee shaaaall fiiiiiiight ... in the 'a-lalla-lalla-rumba-kamanda-lindor-burume's" -- or as we prefer to say, "hills"

Morai · 10-17-2004, 02:27 PM

Politics always remind me of the conflicts in middle Earth. When I think of the fight between enviromentalists and industrialists, I am reminded of Elves and the dwarves.

I see a unusally short person with curly hair and I almost believe that I am seeing a hobbit with shoes, until I remind myself that I probably wouldn't see one in a supermarket full of the race of man.

Bêthberry · 10-17-2004, 03:14 PM

The pretty leaves of Lothlorien were but pretty leaves for me, until...

I stood at a kitchen sink and looked out the window one grey pewter day in November. I was waiting for the inescapable and inevitable to happen, the death of someone dear to me. And it was to come soon, four days later. And I was visiting one last time but one my childhood home, which I could never then visit again.

As I looked out I saw the white, peeling bark of a silver birch tree, with golden oranges leaves, dead but still hanging on the branches, limbs and twigs, fluttering forlornly in the breeze. They would not fall until spring. I had never recognised that about this tree, but it had happened year in and year out. The leaves turned colour in the autumn but did not fall until spring.

I realised how very closely Tolkien observed the natural world, that he could take a specific characteristic of a real species of tree and give to it the characteristics of faerie. Lothlorien called to me then as it never had before.

piosenniel · 10-17-2004, 03:55 PM

* Unfolding a map, tracing a route to some destination, setting out in truth or in dreams . . .

Road maps from Bilbo's desk

Physical maps from Dwarven holds

Topographic maps from the Rangers' hidden fastness

Political maps from Denethor's hidden chamber in the White Tower

And from the library at Rivendell, orthophoto maps that capture everything in detail, freezing it in time

paavo · 10-17-2004, 04:05 PM

Everytime I hear the word 'concerning' I think of 'concerning hobbits'. no matter where or when I hear it, that always comes to my mind.

mark12_30 · 10-17-2004, 07:44 PM

Sitting at my desk at work, wanting only to take off my badge-and-chain from around my neck and throw it into a lava-filled chasm and walk away a free hobbit...

...but knowing I have a long way to trudge still before I can do it.

"That’s the one place in all the lands we’ve ever heard of that we don’t want to see any closer; and that’s the one place we’re trying to get to! And that’s just where we can’t get, nohow. We’ve come the wrong way altogether, seemingly."

mark12_30 · 10-21-2004, 05:46 PM

Curly, golden-brown beech-leaves in the winter still clinging to the branches.

When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf.

Silver beech-bark.

10-17-2004, 02:27 PM	#2
Morai Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2002 Location: Where young people go to retire Posts: 709	Sniff This reminds me of a random title Politics always remind me of the conflicts in middle Earth. When I think of the fight between enviromentalists and industrialists, I am reminded of Elves and the dwarves. I see a unusally short person with curly hair and I almost believe that I am seeing a hobbit with shoes, until I remind myself that I probably wouldn't see one in a supermarket full of the race of man. __________________ "So why the safe distance, this curious look? Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book? Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar? MeWithoutYou http://fortyfifthparadox.com

10-17-2004, 03:14 PM	#3
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	The forlorn Mallorn tree The pretty leaves of Lothlorien were but pretty leaves for me, until... I stood at a kitchen sink and looked out the window one grey pewter day in November. I was waiting for the inescapable and inevitable to happen, the death of someone dear to me. And it was to come soon, four days later. And I was visiting one last time but one my childhood home, which I could never then visit again. As I looked out I saw the white, peeling bark of a silver birch tree, with golden oranges leaves, dead but still hanging on the branches, limbs and twigs, fluttering forlornly in the breeze. They would not fall until spring. I had never recognised that about this tree, but it had happened year in and year out. The leaves turned colour in the autumn but did not fall until spring. I realised how very closely Tolkien observed the natural world, that he could take a specific characteristic of a real species of tree and give to it the characteristics of faerie. Lothlorien called to me then as it never had before. __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away. Last edited by Bêthberry; 10-19-2004 at 08:06 PM. Reason: dastardly spelling

10-17-2004, 04:05 PM	#5
paavo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Finland Posts: 426	Everytime I hear the word 'concerning' I think of 'concerning hobbits'. no matter where or when I hear it, that always comes to my mind. __________________ It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

10-21-2004, 05:46 PM	#7
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Bark! Bark! Curly, golden-brown beech-leaves in the winter still clinging to the branches. When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf. Silver beech-bark. __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.

10-17-2004, 03:55 PM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	* Unfolding a map, tracing a route to some destination, setting out in truth or in dreams . . . Road maps from Bilbo's desk Physical maps from Dwarven holds Topographic maps from the Rangers' hidden fastness Political maps from Denethor's hidden chamber in the White Tower And from the library at Rivendell, orthophoto maps that capture everything in detail, freezing it in time

10-17-2004, 07:44 PM	#6
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Sitting at my desk at work, wanting only to take off my badge-and-chain from around my neck and throw it into a lava-filled chasm and walk away a free hobbit... ...but knowing I have a long way to trudge still before I can do it. "That’s the one place in all the lands we’ve ever heard of that we don’t want to see any closer; and that’s the one place we’re trying to get to! And that’s just where we can’t get, nohow. We’ve come the wrong way altogether, seemingly."