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]

Stop it.... I do not want the last 5,000 posts to be completely unworthy of reading! I will move now!

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by ~ Douglas Adams

[ksen]

Stop it.... I do not want the last 5,000 posts to be completely unworthy of reading! I will move now!

That last double post was an accident........really.

[ecurbh]

Don't think so. It isn't in any of my downloaded collections of John Howe, Alan Lee, Ted Nasmith, or the Hildebrandts.

[Bear_in_RoseBear]

That describes it pretty well. :)

[HairOfTheDog]

You told us that part of the story the other night.... It just doesn't get cuter than that.

[RosieCotton]

That IS cool.

Would have liked to see your reactions. ;)

[HairOfTheDog]

Rats if it isn't a Howe or a Lee - I thought it might have been.

[Bear_in_RoseBear]

You told us that part of the story the other night

Heh, I didn't remember who was in chat that night and who wasn't.

We're thinking of getting a digital camera in a few weeks... if/when we do, I'll post a picture of our Christmas bears.

[ecurbh]

If you like that one, I got more...

Rescue from Mount Doom
Eowyn and Faramir
Not sure what this is, but the light is gorgeous!

[ecurbh]

I don't have many of Lee's downloaded, so it could be his. I think I have most of the others, though.

[Bear_in_RoseBear]

I remember I laughed a lot! :)

[RMDupree]

Looks like Tinuviel to me!!!

[ecurbh]

Looking up Tinuviel in the Encyclopedia of Arda...

[Bear_in_RoseBear]

Looks like Tinuviel to me!!!

That's what I thought too... a Beren's-eye view, perhaps. ;)

[RosieCotton]

Hm...

Do you think Eowyn would mind if I traded places with her there for a sec?

[ecurbh]

the leaves were long, the grass was green,
the hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
and in the glade a light was seen
of stars in shadow shimmering.
tinuviel was dancing there
to music of a pipe unseen,
and light of stars was in her hair,
and in her rainment glimmering.

[Corin Stormhands]

Do you think Eowyn would mind if I traded places with her there for a sec?

WWST?

[RosieCotton]

I remember I laughed a lot! :)

Probably shook your head in disbelief a few times, too, eh? ;)

[RosieCotton]

Um...well...yeah, you're right.

But...Eowyn is the SECOND character in LOTR I most envy.

[RMDupree]

Leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water-bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came,
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell,
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore
O'er stony mountains cold and grey
Through halls of iron and darkling door
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And log ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.