The Hobbit Hole III - Journey to the Cross-roads!

[HairOfTheDog]

Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!

Journey to the Cross-roads
The Two Towers Edition

Come on! Come in! -if you would like to have some seedcakes and a pint and relax a while. (If it is a special occasion, we still have a few bottles of the old wineyards left!)

Our first thread ( New Zealander builds Hobbit hole ) reached 4,100 posts, and we thought that was big. Our second thread (The New Hobbit Hole ) held us for over 48,000 posts, and we loved it dearly. We talked about moving to a new thread for the last 38,000 posts, but we are really slow to muster! Finally, the time has come. Tomorrow (at 12:01 am, to be precise!) The Two Towers comes out, and we start a new chapter.

[HairOfTheDog]

[thud] ;~D

[trini]

As your best friend, I can say this without fear: You are not fine! ;-D

[ecurbh]

As Time Goes By

[HairOfTheDog]

So much for workin' today.... I am now completely distracted.

[ecurbh]

Heh, sorry.

[HairOfTheDog]

Yeah..... tell that to the guy that would really like to know why his 800 number isn't working!

He'll live....

[ecurbh]

I think he just misdialed.

[HairOfTheDog]

That's what I think.... He made a mistake....

[HairOfTheDog]

No - He has actually managed to break it..... got to go for awhile to run and fix it.... He broke the one thing I can't fix remotely.

See you in a little while.....

[JenB]

Hello.... had to stop by the office on the way home from Cubeville to pick up a file. And it was pouring rain, so I'm soaked. I look like a drowned rat, or maybe Orlando Bloom. My brother wants to go see that movie (I mean, he wants me to pay to take him to that movie) but I told him no. I am going to try to write tonight.

[My back yard]

I am very curious to see if the elf can act. I'm expecting things like 'this is no mere Pirate!'

[My back yard]

My biggest fear is that there will be surgery involved

I will include you and the knee in my prayers tonight. It is from all that kitchen work.... twisting and turning to set up breakfast for this crew every morning. :)

[SuziQ]

Bloom seems like a slightly subversive Eagle Scout, the boy next door with supernatural bone structure.

Exactly! Great article!!

[SuziQ]

I love that one, Hair. And you know that close harmony thing I was talking about? It's in this one on the Greatest Hits CD, but not on the streaming audio you linked the other day.

[g'nad]

ummm I'd say they're worthless... and unsightly... hey... we got a big ol' house... I'll get 'em outta yer hair fer the price of postage...

[g'nad]

Er...just remember that I'll have an impressionable young 14-year-old along with me.

kewl... a young 'un fer me to corrupt...

[g'nad]

but Corin and G'nad really cheered me up.

I'm glad you feel better trini, but that's just so sad...

that's just so wrong on so many levels...

[HairOfTheDog]

Yeah - that track on that audio stream was not only missing the harmony and other backup, it was way too fast!!! I like the slower, less rushed pace and harmony on the Greatest Hits CD.

[g'nad]

I only ever fainted once in my life.... I mean when sober.

glad you clarified that...

[John Farson]

If J.R.R. Tolkien had written A Song of Ice and Fire:

The sprawling sea flowed around Ser Davos Seaworth as he stood at the prow
of his ship. The Esperanto, who are the Lepancirino, had not been willing to
build a ship, but at the high point of Ser Davos' speech he had appeared to
them so regal that they had known love in their hearts. And they had built
his ship. And they had said among them that Davos was the Prince Who Was
Promised. And Davos knew in his heart that this was wrong but did not
contradict them, nor did he stay their adoration, as he had known pride.

Davos continued to stare and in the distance a great face of rock jutted out
of the flowing sea that looked as like the end of the world, for certainly
no man in the history of Westeros, that is the Seven Kingdoms, that is the
Land of the Andals, had ever sailed this many leagues to the North before.

And lo! No sooner had Ser Davos spotted the rock face than he beheld a great
many ships, thirty in all if his sight was true. Great and tall and big and
wide and strong were the ships, with high banners of green and red and blue.
The banners of the Wildlings.

And Ser Davos, Lord of the Rainwood, found himself drawn to the majesty of
those ships that were his enemy and he discovered that he did not want to
destroy the ships that Melisandre had told him to, but capture them instead
and keep their beauty in the world. Thus he stood in thought as the Wildling
armada grew closer, knowing in his heart what an ill thing it would be to
destroy such magnificent vessels.

And behold! from behind Davos did Salladhor Saan emerge. "The black foe is
thither on the horizon," he said, "we must begin our attack ere nightfall."

"There fleet is poised to assail our shore near Eastwatch?"

"My heart tells me so."

"Now I see the ships I can not bring myself to do the deed." Davos said.

"You must!" cried Saan. "Even if it is through fell sorcery. They can not be
allowed to assault our lands. Nor can we attempt a conventional attack. We
are but one ship and must use the deviltry for the good of the realm."

"Yes," said Davos setting his heart, "Why do they not lift anchor?"

"The minds of Wildlings are oft queer."

"Yes. We must attack now." Davos looked up and saw that the deepening
twilight, heralding the end of yet another day of the world, was fast
ending.

And so it came to pass that Ser Davos Seaworth used the deviltry taught to
him by the lady Melisandre, who claimed to be of the light but wasn't, and
the Wildling fleet was broken, and their masts were torn down, and their
decks sundered, and their seamen cast into the sea, and the host that had
prepared to invade Westeros, that is the Seven Kingdoms, from the North,
that is beyond-the-Wall, was gone from the world save in memory of the
Maesters, those that remember when all else have forgotten.

And from everafter Davos walked in black thought, as though a great burden
was set on his mind and heart, bearing the knowledge that he destroyed ships
that were never meant to be destroyed, that his decision was flawed and his
wisdom was foul, and not a word Stannis Baratheon, King of the Narrow Sea
and Wall, or the boy Jon Snow, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and
natural son to Eddard Stark, who was Warden of the North and The Lord of
Winterfell, could say could pierce that veil of darkness that covered his
heart, till eventually, grown old by twenty years in the space of several
months, so did he die, and his spirit left the world and where it went no
man can say. Alas! such is the doom of all men of Westeros.

From If ASOIAF had been written by another author...