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Congratulations on the birthday, SAM!
A birthday collection, translates of Cúthalion
In the dark (into the Dark)
Of rabidsamfan, translates of Cúthalion
Legolas stood in the darkness of Moria and listened on its blood, which rushed fast and violently in its ears. It had often felt such frightening as before the gate, not in a long life, in which it had advanced toward the many creatures, which afflicted the dark forest. Nearly forgotten he had forgotten such fears, nearly that Elben could be shaken in such a way. It shamed it that it had so helplessly stood there... or it would have shamed, would not be it the others not stood there as it, likewise frozen.
Everything except SAM, which zusammenkauerte itself now to feet of its gentleman on the stones and cried from mourning about a decision, which he did not repent.
*****
6. April 1419: Control rooms in Ithilien (Waiting in Ithilien)
of Elycia, translates of Cúthalion
You sleep now already nearly two weeks. Although Frodo moves now and then and is signs there that he wakes up, you remain as quiet as death, and Gandalfs face is serious.
I lay also in the grasp of the shade, eingelullt away-lured by being silent darkness, still further from light and warmth. I do not know, what makes more fear for me: to know, what you will suffer, to ask if the darkness wins or me whether my cousin the strength will find, to recover, if you should die.
You were always generous at your birthdays, but today I only a Mathom want: Please, ask, Mach the eyes up.
*****
Late birthday (Belated Birthday)
Of auntiemeesh, translates of Cúthalion
SAM diffused between the trees, those in groups the river along grew and looked for exactly the correct piece wood. It stopped again and again, bent and examined a fallen down stick or branch it nearly one hour had looked for, until found exact, what it searched. It came out under the shade of the trees and established themselves in a warm, sunny mark on the soil. It pulled out its measurer, began, to carve at the branch around and whistled contently before itself.
In this evening after dinner the four main header bits met, like them it the habit had made themselves, on a small clearing near the Buchenwaeldchen, in which Frodo and SAM had waked up a few short days before. Pippin had become finished straight to tell history how it and Merry were met tree beard, when SAM with a clumsy Huesteln rose.
"I am not good in speech stops, but I have which to say, please around pardon. S'scheint, as if I would have overslept my whole birthday and everything, and it may not be completely decent, but says better late than never, like my old ohms gladly." He stopped one moment and looked uncomfortably, before he raeusperte himself and drove away. "I...", and suddenly stretched he a small package here for everyone of its friends against and let the remainder of its prepared speech fall. "congratulations on the birthday", he murmured, became bang red and put themselves again, without looking at the others.
Frodo wound its bundle carefully out and stared full being astonished. "- I do not know, what I am to say, SAM." he murmured ehrfuerchtig. The Schnitzerei, which schmiegte itself into its palm, represented a Mallornbaum. It was made rough, but it caught the beauty and beauty of these majestic trees in a way, which could not explain Frodo. "is perfect you. Thank-beautifully."
Merry and Pippin had opened their gifts likewise; it expected to find similar Schnitzereien. Therefore Merry at most was surprised to find out that its Schnitzerei was small, but faithful reproduction one of the Elbe boats of Lothlórien. It smiled with the thought to the days (and nights), which had spent it on the river, and as scares SAM had been. to "thanks, SAM", said he, a breath hoarseness in the voice.
Pippin laughed, when he opened his bundle; it kept an amazing reproduction of shade skin high. "you should more frequently oversleep your birthday", commentated he, "if this kind from gifts to the consequence have. Thank-beautifully ", he, now more seriously, continued," I it in honours will hold."
SAM became almost still red - if that were possible - than its friends made radix complements for it over the Schnitzereien. "that was nevertheless nothing at all." if he murmured toward ground, it facilitates that nobody had laughed at its gifts.
Merry pitied in view of of Sams embarrassment, changed benevolently the topic and asked to Frodo a question over the wasserfall of Henneth Annun. SAM sighed and permitted it that the maintenance flowed around him, until it was time to visit their tents and sleep. The picture of Frodos face, bright before joy, when it regarded the carved tree, played in its spirit, when it lutschte into the sleep over there-slid and at the painful cut in its thumb. The pain was more than worth the gift of the joy.
It slept with a smile on the face.
******
Gimli's song
Of Ruby Nye, translates of Cúthalion
As the Schankraum twaddle - a substantially more beautiful prospect than so some affair lying more near - there asked Bur with loud voice turned to the dwarves and their kind: "Mr. Frodo traveled with a dwarf, or not?" , and before SAM could stop it, Jolly Kattun gave its mustard in addition: "it is actual, and SAM participated here!"
Thus, there he had it now really. All eyes turned SAM, and all voices called the unsolicited memory of Gimli after a few words or a history or which angrinste in such a way into the art. during Jolly it, returned to SAM. Gimli, which sang enormous caves in Morias... and he knew, what it them give could.
The world was young, the mountains green
As spotlessly the moon still seemed
Not mountain still valley, not river still country
Time was there designated to Durins.
The cosy, familiar area faded, the main header bits spoke more quietly and became quiet; while SAM sang, he heard Gimlis roaring voice, which fulfilled the endless darkness over its heads, and under its feet he did not feel a timber flooring, but behauenen stone.
The star crown shines from the reason
The water still to dailygrant
The lake, which buries it, is deep
Until Durin rises from the sleep.
The deep stars in the blue stain of the mirror lake gleamed in Sams conception and made only slow for the brown and gold and Pink one of a Schankraumes of full grossaeugiger main header bits place. A long instant stared all SAM on, which felt, how him the blood in the cheeks burned, as it put themselves and into its half drunk up - and certainly the latter - beer stared. Then someone caught to applaud on, and then somebody else; soon and was jubilant the whole area applaudierte, lasts to Jolly SAM into the ribs pushed, until it smiled helpless.
*****
Preparation (Preparing)
Of Mariole, translates of Cúthalion
It could not be simply any hole. This cried here after special preparation. The earth was hard in its winter sleep, but SAM dug up the soil nontheless nearly a half meter in all directions, tore the remnants of old tree roots out and guaranteed that the krume was loose. Then it touched its completely special mixture from stable muck and filler, in order to help the earth when breathing. It loosened it up and painted it smoothly and it smoothed the edges of the opening. Finally he dug a hole in the middle into the hill; it used only its fingers, until it had reached for instance a depth of the length of its hand. It would be sufficient.
It wiped its hands off at the rag, which always hung on its trousers, if it gaertnerte. The earth was under its fingernails festgebacken, but from long experience SAM knew that she would not mix herself to also remain there and with... with that, with which he did not want to mix her. Carefully it pulled the simple wood small box from its bag. As it the cover main header, flashed somewhat in the daemmrigen winter light briefly silver. He hesitated and regarded the treasure therein. Finally it made its decision: a prize.
It tilted the small box and knocked easy in order to collect, which had remained in a corner. Of it it took straight enough dust, how it could hold between thumbs and index fingers. Its mouth was drying; would the charm work? Again it was enough into the small box. For the first time it closed its fingers at the small, silver seed. Its heart made a jump. Even now, in the rigidity of the winter, he could feel... something. The pulse impact of the life within the bowl. For one moment it seemed with other eyes silver branches sees, with golden blooms loading; from them a song of incomparable beauty rose. It perforated it with words, which jumped over an understanding in its head and to him directly into the heart went.
The vision fled. Fearful, ehrenbietig SAM let the seed fall into the hole. Gently it pushed shut the earth over it.
It sank on its heels back; it felt exhausted. Everything which doing now remained to wait was.
******
Apples (Apples)
Of Ansothehobbit, translates of Cúthalion
Merry had always envied SAM. He envied SAM around his ability to out-lure lives from the smallest grain and the tiniest seed. He preserved it and talked even sometimes with them. And life always sprouted out, and the grain or the seed grew up to something beautiful one, how to the wealth at blooms in the garden of bag-end, and to something useful one like the heap of potato and the apple trees.
Merry did not manage that, but if the fruits were harvested by Sams work, then he always thanked his gardner friend, whose love induced the trees to the fact in satisfying that they gave the koestlichsten apples in completely main header being gene.
******
A new plant (new one plans)
Of Cúthalion
"schau, my small... is dark and damp here a good place for you, fine earth. Stretch your roots out... and soon see I, as you ever more strongly by the bar grows... "
Rosie approached, their feet nearly loudless on Trittsteinen of the way. It heard quiet murmuring be and saw, how it set the tiny erbsenpflanze tenderly into the soil. At the sight of its brown fingers it was flushed by a wave from joy and triumph, which robbed it almost the breath.
"SAM?"
", girl?"
It smiled, took its hands and pressed it gently on the apron over their belly.
"rate times."
*****
Parting (far-wave)
Of febobe, translates of Cúthalion
", SAM arises - Mach it!"
"thus, Mr. Frodo - that is too fine, and it is not also right itself - it is my birthday, not yours; I cannot... "
"SAM request." Frodos constant view caught its eyes, and SAM came to a hold the breath.
It goes away.
The thought hung over the warmth of bag-ends like a dark shade.
It goes away, no doubt. It thinks that it is at the end of of Septembers not here, or if that enough time will then not be remaining for celebrations or Mathoms. Or even if time is enough..
But it forced itself to a smile, constantly as in the old days, as it it had done, around its master for a further day's journey aufzumuntern; it began to loosen the seidene volume and main headers carefully the cover of the box, while Frodo watched.
Thus, Mr., you may think that you slip us again by the fingers, but not your SAM not your SAM.
*****
Tears and hope (Tears and Hope)
Of Periantari, translates of Cúthalion
"you think of him, not truely?"
It looked the tears see, which it had poured to me high and I could a broken heart and in its face. It was to be asked not necessarily; I knew, its pain about it, one of the best friends, whom he had ever had have to let go was still fresh.
He rose; it tried to look strongly ungeruehrt, but it did not have a success thereby. It nodded and smiled weak, but it did not say anything. I took it into the arms and kept him firmly pressed to me; I tried to divide its pain with it and to let him know.
"I will always be for you, SAM there."
*****
Beauty (Beauty)
Of kellie, translates of Cúthalion
As a child it felt like a fool, if it mourns over such things. And it cried nevertheless still each spring. How could the trees release such a beauty... as could not it it not hold and to it always be pleased? He understood that the blooms had to go, in order to make for the fruit place. But it did not make the parting easier. And it was not rather as in this last spring, when it stood completely alone under the tower-high cherry tree in the corner of the garden that it really understood. Were not the trees, which released, but the blooms. And as it the tears wiped itself off, there was it no longer the trees, around which it cried, but it. And the beauty of everything. The sweet, volatile beauty of everything.
*****
6. April 1482
of mordelhin, translates of Cúthalion
SAM had never liked boats. Harbingers from danger and loss were - everything that they had ever done, was, to carry and from it its heart steal it in danger. But in this March an elegant ship with high nose and elbischer radiant emittance took slowly form under its knorrigen, but skillful fingers. On most days it sat beside Rosies bed, above all if the pain were worst; it sang it quietly somewhat before and carved the wood. When April came, Rosie were well enough, in order to leave it into Elanors Obhut. SAM insured them that its journey would stop him not for a long time. On urge of its daughter it carried Elfstan forward, and in the dawn the two rode loosely from the tower mountains.
A journey of few days brought it to the Anfurten. The water was scattered by schaumbemuetzten waves; the sun sank deeply in the west and set the clouds in fire. SAM went out with laborious steps alone on the jetty. He bent and set his carved boat into the water. Durably it, but in the midst of the enormous expansion of sea and sky - a simple toy, was small which danced on the waves. For SAM it was a birthday gift for one, which had away-gone, a promise of re-establishment and completeness, and a message: Any longer are not enough now.
******
Dream (Dream)
Of gardnerhill, translates of Cúthalion
SAM blinzelte to Frodo highly and smiled. "which sad dreamed last night", murmured it.
"Erzaehl's me."
"thus..."Sam its finger with those from Frodo. "it sounds prettily enough, but it felt very sadly. I was in a beautiful country, I had a beautiful girl in the arm and loud children around us. I was a king or like that which; with each celebration I had the presidency. Not there but you were. I looked and searched for you, for many years, but I could not find you. With looking for I became old."
Frodo kissed SAM on the forehead. "you are now awake. The dream is past."
Outside the sea brauste.
This is what babelfish does to
belegcuthalion's hard work when you ask the machine to translate back from German to English.Congratulations on the birthday, SAM!
A birthday collection, translates of Cúthalion
In the dark (into the Dark)
Of rabidsamfan, translates of Cúthalion
Legolas stood in the darkness of Moria and listened on its blood, which rushed fast and violently in its ears. It had often felt such frightening as before the gate, not in a long life, in which it had advanced toward the many creatures, which afflicted the dark forest. Nearly forgotten he had forgotten such fears, nearly that Elben could be shaken in such a way. It shamed it that it had so helplessly stood there... or it would have shamed, would not be it the others not stood there as it, likewise frozen.
Everything except SAM, which zusammenkauerte itself now to feet of its gentleman on the stones and cried from mourning about a decision, which he did not repent.
*****
6. April 1419: Control rooms in Ithilien (Waiting in Ithilien)
of Elycia, translates of Cúthalion
You sleep now already nearly two weeks. Although Frodo moves now and then and is signs there that he wakes up, you remain as quiet as death, and Gandalfs face is serious.
I lay also in the grasp of the shade, eingelullt away-lured by being silent darkness, still further from light and warmth. I do not know, what makes more fear for me: to know, what you will suffer, to ask if the darkness wins or me whether my cousin the strength will find, to recover, if you should die.
You were always generous at your birthdays, but today I only a Mathom want: Please, ask, Mach the eyes up.
*****
Late birthday (Belated Birthday)
Of auntiemeesh, translates of Cúthalion
SAM diffused between the trees, those in groups the river along grew and looked for exactly the correct piece wood. It stopped again and again, bent and examined a fallen down stick or branch it nearly one hour had looked for, until found exact, what it searched. It came out under the shade of the trees and established themselves in a warm, sunny mark on the soil. It pulled out its measurer, began, to carve at the branch around and whistled contently before itself.
In this evening after dinner the four main header bits met, like them it the habit had made themselves, on a small clearing near the Buchenwaeldchen, in which Frodo and SAM had waked up a few short days before. Pippin had become finished straight to tell history how it and Merry were met tree beard, when SAM with a clumsy Huesteln rose.
"I am not good in speech stops, but I have which to say, please around pardon. S'scheint, as if I would have overslept my whole birthday and everything, and it may not be completely decent, but says better late than never, like my old ohms gladly." He stopped one moment and looked uncomfortably, before he raeusperte himself and drove away. "I...", and suddenly stretched he a small package here for everyone of its friends against and let the remainder of its prepared speech fall. "congratulations on the birthday", he murmured, became bang red and put themselves again, without looking at the others.
Frodo wound its bundle carefully out and stared full being astonished. "- I do not know, what I am to say, SAM." he murmured ehrfuerchtig. The Schnitzerei, which schmiegte itself into its palm, represented a Mallornbaum. It was made rough, but it caught the beauty and beauty of these majestic trees in a way, which could not explain Frodo. "is perfect you. Thank-beautifully."
Merry and Pippin had opened their gifts likewise; it expected to find similar Schnitzereien. Therefore Merry at most was surprised to find out that its Schnitzerei was small, but faithful reproduction one of the Elbe boats of Lothlórien. It smiled with the thought to the days (and nights), which had spent it on the river, and as scares SAM had been. to "thanks, SAM", said he, a breath hoarseness in the voice.
Pippin laughed, when he opened his bundle; it kept an amazing reproduction of shade skin high. "you should more frequently oversleep your birthday", commentated he, "if this kind from gifts to the consequence have. Thank-beautifully ", he, now more seriously, continued," I it in honours will hold."
SAM became almost still red - if that were possible - than its friends made radix complements for it over the Schnitzereien. "that was nevertheless nothing at all." if he murmured toward ground, it facilitates that nobody had laughed at its gifts.
Merry pitied in view of of Sams embarrassment, changed benevolently the topic and asked to Frodo a question over the wasserfall of Henneth Annun. SAM sighed and permitted it that the maintenance flowed around him, until it was time to visit their tents and sleep. The picture of Frodos face, bright before joy, when it regarded the carved tree, played in its spirit, when it lutschte into the sleep over there-slid and at the painful cut in its thumb. The pain was more than worth the gift of the joy.
It slept with a smile on the face.
******
Gimli's song
Of Ruby Nye, translates of Cúthalion
As the Schankraum twaddle - a substantially more beautiful prospect than so some affair lying more near - there asked Bur with loud voice turned to the dwarves and their kind: "Mr. Frodo traveled with a dwarf, or not?" , and before SAM could stop it, Jolly Kattun gave its mustard in addition: "it is actual, and SAM participated here!"
Thus, there he had it now really. All eyes turned SAM, and all voices called the unsolicited memory of Gimli after a few words or a history or which angrinste in such a way into the art. during Jolly it, returned to SAM. Gimli, which sang enormous caves in Morias... and he knew, what it them give could.
The world was young, the mountains green
As spotlessly the moon still seemed
Not mountain still valley, not river still country
Time was there designated to Durins.
The cosy, familiar area faded, the main header bits spoke more quietly and became quiet; while SAM sang, he heard Gimlis roaring voice, which fulfilled the endless darkness over its heads, and under its feet he did not feel a timber flooring, but behauenen stone.
The star crown shines from the reason
The water still to dailygrant
The lake, which buries it, is deep
Until Durin rises from the sleep.
The deep stars in the blue stain of the mirror lake gleamed in Sams conception and made only slow for the brown and gold and Pink one of a Schankraumes of full grossaeugiger main header bits place. A long instant stared all SAM on, which felt, how him the blood in the cheeks burned, as it put themselves and into its half drunk up - and certainly the latter - beer stared. Then someone caught to applaud on, and then somebody else; soon and was jubilant the whole area applaudierte, lasts to Jolly SAM into the ribs pushed, until it smiled helpless.
*****
Preparation (Preparing)
Of Mariole, translates of Cúthalion
It could not be simply any hole. This cried here after special preparation. The earth was hard in its winter sleep, but SAM dug up the soil nontheless nearly a half meter in all directions, tore the remnants of old tree roots out and guaranteed that the krume was loose. Then it touched its completely special mixture from stable muck and filler, in order to help the earth when breathing. It loosened it up and painted it smoothly and it smoothed the edges of the opening. Finally he dug a hole in the middle into the hill; it used only its fingers, until it had reached for instance a depth of the length of its hand. It would be sufficient.
It wiped its hands off at the rag, which always hung on its trousers, if it gaertnerte. The earth was under its fingernails festgebacken, but from long experience SAM knew that she would not mix herself to also remain there and with... with that, with which he did not want to mix her. Carefully it pulled the simple wood small box from its bag. As it the cover main header, flashed somewhat in the daemmrigen winter light briefly silver. He hesitated and regarded the treasure therein. Finally it made its decision: a prize.
It tilted the small box and knocked easy in order to collect, which had remained in a corner. Of it it took straight enough dust, how it could hold between thumbs and index fingers. Its mouth was drying; would the charm work? Again it was enough into the small box. For the first time it closed its fingers at the small, silver seed. Its heart made a jump. Even now, in the rigidity of the winter, he could feel... something. The pulse impact of the life within the bowl. For one moment it seemed with other eyes silver branches sees, with golden blooms loading; from them a song of incomparable beauty rose. It perforated it with words, which jumped over an understanding in its head and to him directly into the heart went.
The vision fled. Fearful, ehrenbietig SAM let the seed fall into the hole. Gently it pushed shut the earth over it.
It sank on its heels back; it felt exhausted. Everything which doing now remained to wait was.
******
Apples (Apples)
Of Ansothehobbit, translates of Cúthalion
Merry had always envied SAM. He envied SAM around his ability to out-lure lives from the smallest grain and the tiniest seed. He preserved it and talked even sometimes with them. And life always sprouted out, and the grain or the seed grew up to something beautiful one, how to the wealth at blooms in the garden of bag-end, and to something useful one like the heap of potato and the apple trees.
Merry did not manage that, but if the fruits were harvested by Sams work, then he always thanked his gardner friend, whose love induced the trees to the fact in satisfying that they gave the koestlichsten apples in completely main header being gene.
******
A new plant (new one plans)
Of Cúthalion
"schau, my small... is dark and damp here a good place for you, fine earth. Stretch your roots out... and soon see I, as you ever more strongly by the bar grows... "
Rosie approached, their feet nearly loudless on Trittsteinen of the way. It heard quiet murmuring be and saw, how it set the tiny erbsenpflanze tenderly into the soil. At the sight of its brown fingers it was flushed by a wave from joy and triumph, which robbed it almost the breath.
"SAM?"
", girl?"
It smiled, took its hands and pressed it gently on the apron over their belly.
"rate times."
*****
Parting (far-wave)
Of febobe, translates of Cúthalion
", SAM arises - Mach it!"
"thus, Mr. Frodo - that is too fine, and it is not also right itself - it is my birthday, not yours; I cannot... "
"SAM request." Frodos constant view caught its eyes, and SAM came to a hold the breath.
It goes away.
The thought hung over the warmth of bag-ends like a dark shade.
It goes away, no doubt. It thinks that it is at the end of of Septembers not here, or if that enough time will then not be remaining for celebrations or Mathoms. Or even if time is enough..
But it forced itself to a smile, constantly as in the old days, as it it had done, around its master for a further day's journey aufzumuntern; it began to loosen the seidene volume and main headers carefully the cover of the box, while Frodo watched.
Thus, Mr., you may think that you slip us again by the fingers, but not your SAM not your SAM.
*****
Tears and hope (Tears and Hope)
Of Periantari, translates of Cúthalion
"you think of him, not truely?"
It looked the tears see, which it had poured to me high and I could a broken heart and in its face. It was to be asked not necessarily; I knew, its pain about it, one of the best friends, whom he had ever had have to let go was still fresh.
He rose; it tried to look strongly ungeruehrt, but it did not have a success thereby. It nodded and smiled weak, but it did not say anything. I took it into the arms and kept him firmly pressed to me; I tried to divide its pain with it and to let him know.
"I will always be for you, SAM there."
*****
Beauty (Beauty)
Of kellie, translates of Cúthalion
As a child it felt like a fool, if it mourns over such things. And it cried nevertheless still each spring. How could the trees release such a beauty... as could not it it not hold and to it always be pleased? He understood that the blooms had to go, in order to make for the fruit place. But it did not make the parting easier. And it was not rather as in this last spring, when it stood completely alone under the tower-high cherry tree in the corner of the garden that it really understood. Were not the trees, which released, but the blooms. And as it the tears wiped itself off, there was it no longer the trees, around which it cried, but it. And the beauty of everything. The sweet, volatile beauty of everything.
*****
6. April 1482
of mordelhin, translates of Cúthalion
SAM had never liked boats. Harbingers from danger and loss were - everything that they had ever done, was, to carry and from it its heart steal it in danger. But in this March an elegant ship with high nose and elbischer radiant emittance took slowly form under its knorrigen, but skillful fingers. On most days it sat beside Rosies bed, above all if the pain were worst; it sang it quietly somewhat before and carved the wood. When April came, Rosie were well enough, in order to leave it into Elanors Obhut. SAM insured them that its journey would stop him not for a long time. On urge of its daughter it carried Elfstan forward, and in the dawn the two rode loosely from the tower mountains.
A journey of few days brought it to the Anfurten. The water was scattered by schaumbemuetzten waves; the sun sank deeply in the west and set the clouds in fire. SAM went out with laborious steps alone on the jetty. He bent and set his carved boat into the water. Durably it, but in the midst of the enormous expansion of sea and sky - a simple toy, was small which danced on the waves. For SAM it was a birthday gift for one, which had away-gone, a promise of re-establishment and completeness, and a message: Any longer are not enough now.
******
Dream (Dream)
Of gardnerhill, translates of Cúthalion
SAM blinzelte to Frodo highly and smiled. "which sad dreamed last night", murmured it.
"Erzaehl's me."
"thus..."Sam its finger with those from Frodo. "it sounds prettily enough, but it felt very sadly. I was in a beautiful country, I had a beautiful girl in the arm and loud children around us. I was a king or like that which; with each celebration I had the presidency. Not there but you were. I looked and searched for you, for many years, but I could not find you. With looking for I became old."
Frodo kissed SAM on the forehead. "you are now awake. The dream is past."
Outside the sea brauste.
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Date: 2005-04-09 12:19 am (UTC)In this evening after dinner the four main header bits met
*nods sagely*
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Date: 2005-04-09 01:22 am (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2005-04-09 12:29 am (UTC)Pardon????
I should go to bed now, I really should.
Or this:
It goes away, no doubt. It thinks that it is at the end of of Septembers not here...
Yesss, it goes away, it really doessss, preciousss. It leavesss usss alone, gollum, gollum...
Oh, for heaven's sake--- Good Night.
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Date: 2005-04-09 01:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 12:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 01:24 am (UTC)*nods sagely just like shirebound*
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Date: 2005-04-09 01:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 01:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 01:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 01:57 am (UTC)The Schnitzerei, which schmiegte itself into its palm,
Sounds a bit naughty, if you ask me. *snicker*
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Date: 2005-04-09 02:13 am (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2005-04-09 02:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 02:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 02:25 am (UTC)Everything which doing now remained to wait was.
Wow. I feel as if I wrote that myself. :-D
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Date: 2005-04-09 03:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 03:43 am (UTC)Now *that* I'd like to see! Did he shimmer away into a sparkly dust? Rather like the transporter effect from Star Trek? :)
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Date: 2005-04-09 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 07:28 am (UTC)"Control Room of Ithilien" indeed. :D
Thanks for the laugh!
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Date: 2005-04-09 09:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-10 01:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-10 09:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-09 06:25 pm (UTC)*thinks naughty thoughts about hobbits and their mustard*
Sorry, late night...
Date: 2005-04-09 06:26 pm (UTC)Re: Sorry, late night...
Date: 2005-04-10 01:28 am (UTC)ooooh, sounds painful!