It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door…You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.
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That's an inspired idea Merry!! May have to move that to the top of the list.Merry wrote:RR, what other ideas do you have for the series? I personally would like to see the Gaffer's garden, planted with root crops!
I might even try it in watercolors - which I discovered are not in storage!!!! I also included some close ups of her hair/dress and of the water vase. 
. It's very distinctive Varda and does make her seem part of nature, just like you wanted. Get those paints out! .
It's a pretty rough poem and probably should have reworked it before posting it. I already see changes I should have made. 
Definitely marbretherese.It all comes from the same Source.
) so they don't get lost when that thread is archived. Then we can find them again with the other poems when we want to. .Philipa wrote: Just a haiku I wrote while waiting for the dinner to cook.
Snow falls in Lindon,
upon the Misty Mountains
Lórien sees it not.
marbretherese wrote: This isn't short, or particularly Christmassy and it isn't that funny. Apart from that it fits the criteria perfectly . . . .
This was found scrawled on a piece of paper which fell out of an ancient copy of the Red Book of Westmarch.
Like many such ballads it's not entirely accurate,
being a popular version of an old, old tale:
The Ballad of Sam Gamgee
It’s Christmas Eve: we’ve feasted well
And carolled merrily;
Now gather round and I will tell
The tale of Sam Gamgee.
Young Sam, a gardener, overheard
His master plan to flee
The Shire: “I’ll join you! Say the word!”
Declared stout Sam Gamgee.
Two more made up their little band;
They roamed adventurously
Beset by danger in strange lands
Unknown to Sam Gamgee.
At length they came to Rivendell
And tarried pleasantly:
“Elves and wizards! Dwarves as well!”
Said happy Sam Gamgee.
A Fellowship they formed at last,
A valiant Company
In Mordor’s fires the Ring to cast
(Including Sam Gamgee).
Two Men, one Wizard, Dwarf and Elf,
Four Hobbits, one Po-nee?
He kept having to pinch himself,
Excited Sam Gamgee!
In Moria, when Gandalf fell,
Sam wept despondently.
Then under charmed Lothlorien’s spell
Came heartsore Sam Gamgee.
At Amon Hen Frodo took flight:
“Now, Master, wait for me,
I mustn’t let you out of sight!”
Cried desperate Sam Gamgee.
To Mordor then with Gollum’s aid
They went. Great bravery
In Shelob’s lair our Sam displayed –
That’s just like Sam Gamgee!
And for a while Sam kept the Ring
For Frodo; faithfully
Ignored its call; the evil thing
Could not touch Sam Gamgee!
Then, as they neared their journey’s end,
His master valiantly
Sam carried, like a true, true friend;
Devoted Sam Gamgee!
They stood beside the Cracks of Doom,
The Ring shone vividly;
Despite the heat a sense of gloom
Crept over Sam Gamgee.
“I’ll keep the Ring!” his master cried
But Gollum viciously
Bit him and took it o’er the side
In front of Sam Gamgee.
Beside his master Samwise lay
In Orodruin’s lee.
The Ring was gone – no more to say
But “Thank you, Sam Gamgee.”
Home in the Shire they feasted well
(They made Sam Mayor, you see)
And to this day the hobbits tell
The tale of Sam Gamgee.
elentarivarda wrote: Legolas remained
tho' the gulls sang
his duty not done
his friends not gone
with Gimli he traveled
until Elessar's time unraveled
And then the friends
sailed to the Silvery ends
WonderfulMerry wrote:Song of the Galadhrim
O, the queen of all trees!
Sing praise to the mallorn,
Lothlorien people,
The home of the first-born.
O, Caras Galadhon,
Our fair city of green
Living towers and great,
Great majesty unseen.
Living green in the spring,
Fallow gold in the fall,
On their stems of silver,
O, sing praise to them all.
Laita te, laita te,
A eglerio!
Andave laituval-
met, A eglerio!
A galadhremmin en-
norath le linnathon,
A Galadriel,
Si nef aearon!
O, Galadriel Queen,
Hear us all as we sing.
Maybe you have found peace
At the end of the Ring.
(A little late for Christmas, but it takes us non-creative people a little longer! I sometimes imagine the elves of Lothlorien after Galadriel is gone, maybe gathering around her mallorn to sing their hymns and wish their Lady well in her new life. I've borrowed some Sindarin from a couple of sources that I think might fit!)
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