Tolkien's Yule Season Contest
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Philipa
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© LMG 2004
Narwain Estel
My name is Rhîw an apt name
for days like this; endless
but not without daily cheer.
Although the air snaps so does
a warm hearth inside a bar.
In Taure-Ndaedelos
there by Enchanted River
I wait for ethuil
and the maiden bell flowers.
I wait to kiss the last brown
stalk before the anor wakes
Yavanna’s gifts to Arda.
The Elvish words I’ve used are Sindarin. Here is a glossary:
Narwain = January
Estel = Hope
Rhîw = winter
bar = home
Taure-Ndaedelos = Name given to Mirkwood Forest after the War of the Ring
ethuil = spring
anor = sun
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Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
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Iolanthe
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© The Brothers Hildebrandt
Christmas with the BalrogIn Moria I’d like to be
When winter snows start falling
But not with Trolls or Goblin hoards,
That would be quite appalling.
No! I’d be deep, deep down below,
Snug and warm and toasting,
Sitting with my Balrog friend
With chestnuts ever roasting
On an open fire. That would be grand.
The heat would be really handy,
We’d stuff ourselves with hot mince pies
And pud with flaming brandy.
We’d chat about the Good Old Days
When Morgoth would pop in for tea,
While I bask in Balrog’s cosy home
And warm my toes upon his knee.
It’s Christmas like I always dreamed
With roaring fires glowing,
Away from bitter frosts and snows
And freezing North Wind’s blowing.
So it’s good to know a Balrog
Who’s heart is warm and glowing
And who’s hearth is always 2000 degrees
Even when it’s snowing.
With apologies to Tolkien...
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Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather...
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather...
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bruce rerek
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Riv Res
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Lindariel's Entry
It is my pleasure to assist Lindariel in posting her contest entry.
In winter solstice silence,
The armed wanderer bent,
Head bowed to knee, overwhelmed.
“So it begins,” thought he,
“The road to my destiny . . . my hope . . .
But the way is dark,
The enemy is strong,
And I . . . am weak.”
With a sigh,
He raised his doubtful eyes
And beheld the infinite peace and purity
Of the blessed Lady’s immaculate stars.
In their light, his heart swelled,
Remembering his beloved’s words of faith . . .
In him
In them.
“A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn,
Ú or le a ú or nin.”
And it seemed to him then
That Varda’s blessed stars
Flashed in the velvet sky,
And likewise, on his breast
The Evenstar glimmered
To honor his Lady’s belief.
“Be iest lîn, Arwen, meleth nin,”
He breathed.
“Forward I go,
In hope,
In faith . . .
And in the light of
Evenstar and Everwhite,
May our road be blessed!”
It is my pleasure to assist Lindariel in posting her contest entry.
© Alan Lee
In winter solstice silence,
The armed wanderer bent,
Head bowed to knee, overwhelmed.
“So it begins,” thought he,
“The road to my destiny . . . my hope . . .
But the way is dark,
The enemy is strong,
And I . . . am weak.”
With a sigh,
He raised his doubtful eyes
And beheld the infinite peace and purity
Of the blessed Lady’s immaculate stars.
In their light, his heart swelled,
Remembering his beloved’s words of faith . . .
In him
In them.
“A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn,
Ú or le a ú or nin.”
And it seemed to him then
That Varda’s blessed stars
Flashed in the velvet sky,
And likewise, on his breast
The Evenstar glimmered
To honor his Lady’s belief.
“Be iest lîn, Arwen, meleth nin,”
He breathed.
“Forward I go,
In hope,
In faith . . .
And in the light of
Evenstar and Everwhite,
May our road be blessed!”
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Riv Res
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An Entry From A Nine Year Old Fan
The nine year old daughter of one of our members has sent an entry to our contest even though she realizes that since she is not a member here at MeJ, she is not eligible for the prize. So...without futher ado...here is the entry from our honorary young member...and let me be the first to say...it is remarkable.

They left Rivendell on Christmas Day,
And how many wonders they had made,
For when in danger who would come to aid?
They passed over Caradhras’ peak,
For then they heard a dark voice speak.
It was Saruman, as Gandalf had feared,
While Gimli was thinking and scratching his beard.
“Now shall we go?” asked Gimli, excited.
But Gandalf was not very delighted.
He knew Shadow was there,
And it was something none could bear.
Moria. The name made Gandalf shiver.
For who knew what this Shadow could deliver?
“They have brought a cave troll!” interrupted him.
The troll that came was very grim.
After bands of orcs,
A dark light roared.
Legolas trembled, “What is this?
Watcher of the abyss?”
“No,” replied Gandalf, “A Balrog of Morgoth.”
Legolas almost fainted.
With tales of the Balrog he was acquainted.
At the Bridge of Khazad-dum, Gandalf fell.
They had to tell Galadriel.

Image: BALROG by Lindariel's Daughter
The nine year old daughter of one of our members has sent an entry to our contest even though she realizes that since she is not a member here at MeJ, she is not eligible for the prize. So...without futher ado...here is the entry from our honorary young member...and let me be the first to say...it is remarkable.

They left Rivendell on Christmas Day,
And how many wonders they had made,
For when in danger who would come to aid?
They passed over Caradhras’ peak,
For then they heard a dark voice speak.
It was Saruman, as Gandalf had feared,
While Gimli was thinking and scratching his beard.
“Now shall we go?” asked Gimli, excited.
But Gandalf was not very delighted.
He knew Shadow was there,
And it was something none could bear.
Moria. The name made Gandalf shiver.
For who knew what this Shadow could deliver?
“They have brought a cave troll!” interrupted him.
The troll that came was very grim.
After bands of orcs,
A dark light roared.
Legolas trembled, “What is this?
Watcher of the abyss?”
“No,” replied Gandalf, “A Balrog of Morgoth.”
Legolas almost fainted.
With tales of the Balrog he was acquainted.
At the Bridge of Khazad-dum, Gandalf fell.
They had to tell Galadriel.

Image: BALROG by Lindariel's Daughter
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bruce rerek
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Riv Res
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Oh gosh, I'd forgotten that too!Riv Res wrote:
But Bruce...you WILL be one of the judges.
"Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back.
But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy."
http://www.marbretherese.com
http://marbretherese.blogspot.com/
But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy."
http://www.marbretherese.com
http://marbretherese.blogspot.com/
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Riv Res
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Congratulations to Iolanthe for the Winning Entry in Our MeJ Yule Contest
Our heartiest MeJ congratulations go to Iolanthe whose entry has won our Yule contest.
Her 2006 Tolkien Calendar is on the way.
Our heartiest MeJ congratulations go to Iolanthe whose entry has won our Yule contest.
Her 2006 Tolkien Calendar is on the way.
Christmas with the Balrog
In Moria I’d like to be
When winter snows start falling
But not with Trolls or Goblin hoards,
That would be quite appalling.
No! I’d be deep, deep down below,
Snug and warm and toasting,
Sitting with my Balrog friend
With chestnuts ever roasting
On an open fire. That would be grand.
The heat would be really handy,
We’d stuff ourselves with hot mince pies
And pud with flaming brandy.
We’d chat about the Good Old Days
When Morgoth would pop in for tea,
While I bask in Balrog’s cosy home
And warm my toes upon his knee.
It’s Christmas like I always dreamed
With roaring fires glowing,
Away from bitter frosts and snows
And freezing North Wind’s blowing.
So it’s good to know a Balrog
Who’s heart is warm and glowing
And who’s hearth is always 2000 degrees
Even when it’s snowing.
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© The Brothers Hildebrandt
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Estel
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Haven't had time to read this thread until now in the late afternoon of Christmas Day. (We celebrated yesterday, so I'm not THAT pathetic
GOD JUL! (Merry Xmas)
(In entire Scandinavia + Iceland and Finland we still use our forms of the ancient word yule, describing the time of year when the sun returns, don't have another "more Christian" word for the holiday, actually.
Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.