Nay Sheera. In these magical woods you can be any race you wish. Where are those mischievous hobbits? Hope they is raiding the farmer's field again. I is starving from walking so far. Time to ready a fire so they can cook us all a delicious rabbit stew...sorry Baldrick...with PO.TA..TOES!!x
Mmmmmm yummy! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. All we need now is some songs around the campfire which I'm sure the Hobbits will provide. Fortunately Baldrick can't read. xx
Lo..Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry are approaching. Methinks they have been supping ale in the tavern..again!!! The sound of hobbits singing fills the wood warm air:
Chorus: Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain, And stream that falls from hill to plain! Better than rain or rippling brook, Is a mug of beer inside this Took!
Strange and dark is the world outside, But in the pub we've naught to hide! With lots of ale, and barley wine, This evenin' is surpassin' fine!
Harvest's in and cold without, An' hobbits strong are hobbits stout! Naught to fear, and naught to think, For hobbits nowwww have ale to drink!
(chorus)
The Shire lays right down to sleep, In slumber long and slumber deep! Hushed be hobbit lass and lad, With faces plump and faces glad!
A land of peace and a hobbit hole And in a pouch a pipeweed roll! Never falter, never fear, For the Shire will always be here!
Exellent entertainment from the young Hobbits! The fire is getting low. Now, by request..the tale of Tinuviel and Beren while Merry and Pippin gather more wood...
"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 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 where 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 long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless."
Absolutely stunning Tale Paula. I love these stories. You have made a wonderful start to your blog. The beauty of it all, is that you can add anything to it....IT'S YOURS!!!! xx
Thank you Marcus. I'm getting to like the idea. I'm just having a bit of trouble finding my personal profile..it's absconded..I can't find it anywhere..hahaha! xx
Hahaha..Hope you find it Paula.I keep tinkering with mine too, trying to add bits but a lot doesnt work or you can do nothing with it...Keep trying! xx
Hey Paula..These woods be good for a Ranger, an Elf, a Dwarf and a Halfling to go adventuring in..Beautiful photograph! xx
ReplyDeleteThank you Strider..I bet I'm the Dwarf..haha! xx
ReplyDeleteNay Sheera. In these magical woods you can be any race you wish. Where are those mischievous hobbits? Hope they is raiding the farmer's field again. I is starving from walking so far. Time to ready a fire so they can cook us all a delicious rabbit stew...sorry Baldrick...with PO.TA..TOES!!x
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm yummy! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. All we need now is some songs around the campfire which I'm sure the Hobbits will provide. Fortunately Baldrick can't read. xx
ReplyDeleteLo..Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry are approaching. Methinks they have been supping ale in the tavern..again!!! The sound of hobbits singing fills the wood warm air:
ReplyDeleteChorus:
Hey, ho, to the bottle I go,
To heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But there still beeeeee many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
And stream that falls from hill to plain!
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!
Strange and dark is the world outside,
But in the pub we've naught to hide!
With lots of ale, and barley wine,
This evenin' is surpassin' fine!
Harvest's in and cold without,
An' hobbits strong are hobbits stout!
Naught to fear, and naught to think,
For hobbits nowwww have ale to drink!
(chorus)
The Shire lays right down to sleep,
In slumber long and slumber deep!
Hushed be hobbit lass and lad,
With faces plump and faces glad!
A land of peace and a hobbit hole
And in a pouch a pipeweed roll!
Never falter, never fear,
For the Shire will always be here!
(chorus twice)
Exellent entertainment from the young Hobbits! The fire is getting low. Now, by request..the tale of Tinuviel and Beren while Merry and Pippin gather more wood...
ReplyDelete"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 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 where 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 long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless."
Absolutely stunning Tale Paula. I love these stories. You have made a wonderful start to your blog. The beauty of it all, is that you can add anything to it....IT'S YOURS!!!! xx
ReplyDeleteThank you Marcus. I'm getting to like the idea. I'm just having a bit of trouble finding my personal profile..it's absconded..I can't find it anywhere..hahaha! xx
ReplyDeleteHahaha..Hope you find it Paula.I keep tinkering with mine too, trying to add bits but a lot doesnt work or you can do nothing with it...Keep trying! xx
ReplyDelete