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Post by Iluvatar on Feb 21, 2004 23:25:30 GMT -5
As you walk into the realm you see a vast tower. Taller than all other buildings around. It looks sinister and dark, as if it were still run by the evil White Wizard, but it is no longer in his keeping.
As you walk closer you notice that there is music and merry makeing on the inside. A banner is hung over its stone doors saying:
HOME TO LORD ELWE AND THE LADY ILUVATAR
This makes you feel a little more relaxed and less weary of attack. You walk into the Great Hall and you see many people of different races gathered around the roaring fire. All are laughing and swaping stories from all over Middle Earth, they all look up as you enter the hall and they invite you to a empty seat and offer a mug of Ale.
Then they all stand in respect as Elwe & Iluvatar make thier way down the stairs. They are wearing matching Dark Blue robes. Iluvatar smiles as she nears the group and tells them to keep on the talk and feasting, for she is up for tales and songs from every body. And she will share some of her own, to those who will listen.
We will also will give advice to any problem you have. So please sit back and relaxe and enjoy our entertianment that will be provided by every one!! Now who will sing or tell a tale first?
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Post by Iluvatar on Feb 22, 2004 16:31:21 GMT -5
After a few more hours feasting, every one is well fed. Iluvatar stands up to sing. "I have a song that many of you will just love!! It was composed by a very old Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. Here it goes....."
'There is ann inn, a merry old inn beneath an old gray hill, And there the brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat that plays a five-stringed fiddle; And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low, now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog that is mighty fond of jokes; When there's a good cheer among the guests, He ugluks an ear at all the jests and laughs untill he chokes.
They also keep a horned cow as proud as any queen; But music turns her head like ale, And makes her wave her tufted tail and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes and the store of silver spoons! For Sunday there's a special pair, And these they polish up with care on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep, and the cat began to wail; A dish and a sthingy on the table danced, The cow in the garden madly pranced, and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug, and then rolled beneath his chair; And there he dozed and dreamed of ale, Till in the sky the stars were pale, and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat: 'The white horses of the Moon, They neigh and champ their silver bits; But their master's been and drowned his wits, and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, a jig that would wake the dead: He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune, While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon: 'Its after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill and bundled him into the Moon, While his horses galloped up in rear, And the cow came capering like a deer, and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle; the dog began to roar, The cow and the horses stood on their heads; The guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke! the cow jumped over the Moon, And the little dog laughed to see such fun, And the Saturday dish went off at a run with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill, as the Sun raised up her head. She hardly believed her fiery eyes; For though it was day, to her suprise they all went back to bed!'
"how was that for a song, huh?" Then she sits back down to a applause, and waited for the next song or tale.
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Post by Findecano on Feb 23, 2004 22:07:42 GMT -5
((Now that i pissed you of, i will do this seriously.))
Findocano stood when the song was done. The hall was quite for a moment. And then, ever so softly, he began to sing.
Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow To the edge of night Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow Cloud and shade Hope shall fail All shall fade
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Post by Iluvatar on Feb 28, 2004 23:44:47 GMT -5
Iluvatar claps softly when Findecanco was done and sat. "Well that was wonderfull!! Whos next?"
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Post by Luthien on Feb 29, 2004 17:28:25 GMT -5
*Luthien walks in just as Findecano finished* I would like to go next if that is no trouble.
All has come to this day when no one knows when all will fade The seasons come the seasons go When all is done all will slow
Time has come to set away To save this land for another day To die and parish before the sun When this land soon be done
many have fought and gave there life To set another day for another life As the sun goes up and then comes down Another king will be aground
All has come to this day When no one knows when all will fade The seasons come the seasons go When all is done, all will slow
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Post by Iluvatar on Feb 29, 2004 21:07:43 GMT -5
That was wonderfull Luthien!! Will you be leaving soon or would you like to stick around and sing a little bit more? I would love it if you would stick around!!
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Post by Luthien on Feb 29, 2004 22:33:04 GMT -5
Yes I would love to longer, thanx for the offer. He's another just for you.
To set side another day will cause the dreams to fade away When all is lost and dreams are torn they'll be an evil face showing no scorn
No one will know what seemed to turn but only what is seen in the burn So much evil in the air will give anyone a frightful scare
Markings are shown as bright as gold This is what the tale has told So much evil lies within so Much truth but such a sin
To set aside another day will cause the dreams to fade away When all is lost and dreams are torn They'll be an evil face showing no scorn
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Post by Iluvatar on Feb 29, 2004 23:01:08 GMT -5
Wonderfull wonderfull!!! I am soo happy you are staying longer!!
*Iluvatar runs off through a vast arch way, and comes back with alot of plates of food followed by some people with wine bottles and Ale barrel. and sets them at the table.*
Please every one enjoy!!! And lets have some more song and tale!!
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Post by Luthien on Mar 2, 2004 8:06:41 GMT -5
*So many people enter the room after Iluvatar brings the goods* Would you like me to sing another song, or tell a tale of some of mine or other's journeys?
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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 6, 2004 22:17:59 GMT -5
That would be lovely Luthien! I would love to here your voice some more! But i feel it is my turn to sing. In honor in my dear friend Bilbo Baggins:
Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves were never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow aby winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on, Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone, Turn at last to home afar, Eyes that fire and sword have seen, And horror in the halls of stone, Look at last on meadows green, And trees and hills~ They long have known.
Bless him.........
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Post by Luthien on Mar 7, 2004 10:10:59 GMT -5
That was Good Iluvatar!!!!!!! Wonderful
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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 7, 2004 13:41:19 GMT -5
Thank you Luthien. *Iluvatar sits and sips from her wine glass*
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Post by Luthien on Mar 7, 2004 13:50:28 GMT -5
Well it seems no one is going to share, so i guess I could do just one more.
No one knows who has won Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky
With brutal snarls and evil screams All may seem a nightmare dream All will fight til the break of dawn All will seem that all is gone
No one knows what the future lies When all is gone and darkened skies Evil may linger in the air As the land looks dry and bare
No one knows who has won Until the day is truely done With swords and arrows flying by While darkness creeps and fills the sky
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Post by Iluvatar on Mar 7, 2004 16:15:13 GMT -5
That was wonderfull!! Where did you pick that up my friend?!?! You must tell me!!
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Post by Luthien on Mar 7, 2004 16:38:28 GMT -5
Well my dearest friend Iluvatar, I thought it up by myself. The experiences come from the past and the future present ;D
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