Parth Nelui ~ Volume III
Pennas Hísimë ~ November Issue
RPGs and Kingdom Events
Feature Articles
Tidings From Abroad
Songs and Stories
Puzzles and Games
Humor
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Valaquenta - Of the Valar
In tales are told of the powers,
As they are named in lore and song.
Fourteen are their number, the chosen ones,
appointed by Ilúvatar in the ancient days,
save dark Melkor, he whose right is forfeit.
Closest to Ilúvatar‘s thought,
Manwë’s name must be spoken first.
Ever destined to be ruler supreme,
Lord of breath, of wind and air, and majestic Eagles,
The Elder King above all of Arda.
Varda, eternal queen of stars,
Kindler of light, Elentári,
Residing at the world’s peak with her king,
Their crown she ignited at the sky’s dark firmament,
Forever the praise to her will be sung .
Ulmo, the lord of all waters,
His voice echoing in the depths,
His reach extending from river to brook,
His power raining down from the assembly of clouds,
Gathering his might in streams and oceans.
Aulë, maker of the deep earth
And trees of stone where eagles nest,
He is first to be named of all who crafts,
The great mountains and deep places are where he laboured,
His toil becoming the earth for all life.
Yavanna, lady of forest,
Lover of trees, Kementári
Queen of the earth she softly treads upon,
Seeds springing forth from where her so gently foot rested,
Yavanna, mistress of trees and flowers.
Fëanturi, spirit brothers,
Namo the judge, in halls of souls,
Mandos, speaker of fate to the Valar.
Irmo, the dreamer, lord over most tranquil gardens,
Lórien, he who sees the hearts of all.
The wife of Namo is Vairë,
She who weaves the fate of Arda.
The tapestry has threads of deep sorrow,
Which can only be healed by Estë, wife of Irmo.
The Gentle heals all hurts of the weary.
Nienna of eternal grief,
She who always is in mourning,
Yet her tears stream not down for her own sake,
Nay, she weeps for the wounded spirits that cry to her,
Turning all their sorrow into wisdom.
The heaviest hand is Tulkas’,
Stronger than any in Arda.
He runs like the wind and laughs like thunder,
As his wife smiles unto him from her place on the fields,
Nessa, dancing upon evergreen grass.
Greatest hunter is Oromë,
Lover of forests and the wild.
All evil flees when his horn is sounded,
Though the birds may sing freely upon seeing his spouse,
Vána, ever-young, the flower-maiden.
Thus are the names of the Valar,
As they are named in lore and song.
All of Arda must abide to their will,
As they abide unto Manwë, King under Eru,
He who is above all thrones forever.
~ Aduchil
Army Report
Before I go on, I would like to say something. You probably noticed that in the last edition of our newsletter, there had not been any article concerning Army. Therefore we apologize to the readers, but we can’t promise it won’t happen again.
Last couple of months had proven to be very busy indeed, and also a test for soldiers. While the weather was still nice and fading summer breeze swaying the golden/green leaves upon trees, Army Tournament has been opened. Big crowd gathered there to see and cheer soldiers competing against each other, giving their 100%. In the end best were announced and were awarded with golden, red and blue ribbons. It wouldn’t be fair to name just the winners so here are the complete results.
Othrim Jousting Tournament: 1. Aduchil, 2. Aigronding.
Beriadrim Swords and Shields Contest: 1. Tinessael, 2. Mor Rana.
Othrim Archery Contest: 1. Lady Aikári, 2. Perlindeon.
Beriadrim Archery Contest: 1. Númellotë , 2. Laifana, 3. Eglagaladiel.
Congratulations!
The Regimental News
The biggest one comes from Beriadrim Headquarters where hard work produced excellent result. Maybe some of you guessed, but for those who do not know, I meant Autumn cleaning. What a horror for maidens' nails, trust me! After hours of sweeping, scrubbing, cleaning, not to mention squashing spiders (thank you Gala), Mess Hall got fresh, shiny look. And strange thing happened. Soldiers were given several buckets of green paint, alongside couple of them with pink. The latter ones had gone missing. Rumour has it that Lord Glorfindel took them, but why and with what purpose, we do not know. So, dear dwellers be careful and sleep with one eye opened!
And last but not least, we are proud that following soldiers have successfully completed Basic training in new IMA class. New ranks of Othor and Maethor had been given to: Aduchil, Rana Felagund, Erunamen, Falathiel, Gileryd, Finare, Tuor, Kalai, Mor Rana, Eaglelgae, Laifana and Athion (aka Daesil). Congratulations!
~Númellotë
Gwaith i-Nestoer
The highlight for the Healers in October was the first anniversary of Gwaith i-Nestoer. With the archiving slowing things down, and the anniversary around the corner, the healers were almost late for the preparations and celebrations!
Ancalima has organised a spring cleaning party to clear away the cobwebs of the House of Healing. If you want to join her, you are welcome to do so here! Next, Arwil decided to let the Healers display their foo-ish, spammy side by opening up a Spam Office. Stretched smileys and an army of exclamation points were but the tip of the iceberg that was the spam of the healers. A Voting Game was also held to let the Healers know one another better. The results of the game can be found here. Congrats to the winners!
Besides that, Gwaith i-Nestoer would like to place a large announcement in the Last Homely Herald, saying, "Where hast thou gone?" to our dear Tanestor Isilindil, who has been absent for two months already. We are very worried!
As the Healer's Basic Healing Class has ended, we wish the students good luck in their tests, and ask the Apprentices to look forward to the Nestor (Second Level Healing Class) in December.
...Nesto thraw, 'úr, a faer ~ To heal body, mind and spirit...
~Arwil
Elven Artists Association
The Elven Artists association has been pretty busy this month. The October-theme this time was “dwarves” and we started out with a beautiful picture of Gimli. Soon many other dwarves were decorating the EAA. I wanted to do something else this time, so I decided to post some of my third dimensional artwork. So, amongst the dwarves, dwarfettes and other pieces, I placed some pictures of a clay-balrog, although it is not painted yet.
That month the EAA opened a new area, the Eleidan College. In here people can get more interactive and responsive to our regular contributors and other visitors, as Janowyn so nicely said. Two artists were honoured with the title of Eleidan of Imladris, Fuin Elda and myself. This month, there will be more on this matter in the EAA.
The November-theme is “Ents”. After some discussing, this theme came out, since the ents were not used as a theme before. Also, ents are fitting nicely to the subject: “Races of Middle Earth”, which is used for the main theme the past weeks. We started out with a great drawing by Laifana.
We are still waiting for more people joining in to show their artwork!
~Ellitarë
Imladris Library
"Saranna?"
"Yes, Servy?"
"What do you think are the most exciting things that have happened this month? We need to put everything into the Report for the Herald."
"Let me see – first we all turned into Orcs – that was a little difficult, don’t you think? Some of our readers became very nervous and dropped heavy tomes and some of my best teacups at the very sight of me!"
"Hmm. If you ask me, Saranna, they were pretty nearly as scared when we all started looking Legolike!"
*Laughs*
"But the competition was excellent, Saranna!"
"Thank you – I am glad I thought of it. True, not many people entered, but we had five fine entries from four fine entrants, and have thereby gained more Lore records for the Library."
*Scratches with quill* "- and they were: Ufthûk; stiffler2; Tinw; and Melyanna. And every piece a truly obscure point – delightful!"
"But I was wrong, Servy, to offer separate prizes to them all from ourselves – how frightened I was when Ufthûk almost ate me! And how brave of Lord Elrond to be eaten in my place. Oh, thank the Valar that Mandos allowed him to return to us so quickly."
"I have heard, Saranna, that Mandos was very soon tired of our dear Lord’s attempts to sell tickets to Legoland to all the denizens of his halls - - "
"No, really? I wonder what will happen next month, Servy dear!"
~Serveanthesia
Project Imladris: Elves of Arda
"In the towering shelves of the Library of Imladris, there are countless scrolls: Histories of Middle-earth, songs and lays, confusing and conflicting accounts of many events of the last three Ages and before. Yet Elves are a curious race. They do not know what 'elf-magic', as the mortal races call it, might be, and they do not often ponder themselves, save through songs and tales about where they have been and what they have done. They are like the swan that never asks itself how it can fly in the heavens and float on the water. Therefore, records about the nature and habits of the Elves are scanty. Now, as the Age of Men dawns, and the Firstborn prepare to leave these shores, it is fitting that we at last compile an account of the Elves of Arda, so that those whom they leave behind will know and remember them." ~ Tinw, Elf-friend
Project Elves is an ambitious undertaking conceived and begun by Taramiluiel and Laebeth at the end of Laebeth's career as Elrond. It follows in the footsteps of Project Imladris, Arlo's and Lae's brainchild, in which many kingdom members worked together to describe in vivid detail the valley where we live.
We love Elves. But what do we really know about them? Gathering in one place all the information Tolkien wrote about their appearance, arms and armor, abilities, crafts, naming and marriage customs, and so on will allow us to appreciate the Firstborn even more, and provide a rich mine of detail to use and play with in kingdom activities and roleplay. Rather than simply write dry lore essays, however, full of of quotes and footnotes -- the sort that are all over the web already -- we wish to go a step further: to create an in-character book, Of the Elves of Arda, in the same style as the Silmarillion or other tomes one might really find in Imladris. This will be something our characters can refer to and read in the Imladris Library. The "Scroll of Cirdan", already available in the Library, is a beautiful example of what we hope to accomplish.
Imladris members have leapt to the challenge and are working together to make this dream reality. In Phase I, members suggested topics that would become chapters of the book. In Phase II, members signed up to research these topics, hunting down every quote and reference in Tolkien's writings (LOTR, History of Middle-earth, and so on) as the "facts" to be spun into each chapter. In Phase III, members are taking these facts and turning them into an IC account of the Eldar. The challenges are great: Tolkien developed Middle-earth over his whole life, tried and discarded various ideas and versions of each tale, and skipped over many everyday details about Elves that were irrelevant to the exciting stories he was writing. But we believe that the finished result will be both fascinating and helpful for our members, and quite unique.
A few topics in Phase II still need more research. And Phase III needs more volunteers to write, as the research for each chapter is finished. If you love lore, please join us in this one-of-a-kind project!
~Tinw
Hallowe'en
Now, say for yourself, didn’t you think: “What happened?!” and “What’s going on?!” about a week ago, when you walked in and found total chaos amongst everybody in Middle Earth? People who came back after a long absence were totally confused about their new looks, and not only them! Everywhere in Middle earth elves were dressed up as orcs, dwarves became elves and wizards were changed into Harry Potter. Well, not only this strange dress ups occurred, many men found they were turned into a woman, and vice versa. Everybody who walked in noticed their strange face and after a few questions, found out that it was true. It was time for Halloween!
After this first shock, many discussions came up and everybody gave their opinion. I quote: “I’m ugly and ready for battle” from an Imladris elf-changed-into-orc. “I look like I just stepped off of a carousal!” we hear from a confused lady of Rohan, and “I’m a fairy! A fairy! It almost gave me a heart attack!” from a displeased minion. And the opening statement gives us the person who’s responsible for this sudden change: “Who thinks Peeg just outdid himself????” Well, many people did...
You’d think that this was all. You’ve got everybody dressed up and in the Halloween mood. But no, there’s more in store! After a couple of days, this message goes round: “Just wait for when the real thing arrives sometime between now and the 31st!” and immediately there are answers: “Wh-a-a-a-a-at? Do you mean my look is going to change again?”
Yes is the answer to this question. And they’ve changed already! Now all the hobbit-oompaloompa’s switched to characters from Finding Nemo, all the gondorian-Gollums became Shrek figures. And in between of all the Donkeys, Penguins, Nemo’s and Snoopy’s, we Imladris elves have to kick off al the fangirls. And when I say “fangirls” you say...”Legolas!”
I myself, as a Lovely Legolas, have immediately looked into every place of Middle Earth to see what was new. And what did I find out? The whole Poetry, Art&Fanfiction section has turned into a true Wonderland, with a pub-tea party, a “Riddle with the Cat” game, a head chopping Queen of Hearts art contest and a “Sing along with Alice” poetry contest. And not only that, our own Imladris had an invasion of the Legoli! A true Legoland appeared in our beautiful forest, where you can adore yourself in the mirror, kiss or punch Legolas in the face (whatever fate decides for you) and purchase everything you ever wanted about Legolas. So let’s go Legsies, join in the fun!
~ Ellitarë
Enedhoer Festival
It is another year and another Enedhoer Festival. As Imladris was already decorated and the leaves had turned from green to a brilliant shade of red, the Elves welcomed visitors from all over Arda to the Valley with open arms to celebrate the end of the harvest season together.
During the festival, I had a chance to go around and explore the various games and competitions that were held. First up, I came to the Rivendell Obstacle Course, handled by the lovely Diava and Loriwaynen. Contestants had to go through challenges and questions that tested them both physically and mentally. Congratulations to the winner, VardaElbereth!
Next, I journeyed back to the Bruinen, where I hosted the Bruinen Tug o' War. It was a simple game, where two teams would pull the ropes as hard as they could to avoid falling into the water. They had to answer questions and fulfill challenges from the guests of honour present, namely Lords Elrond, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, Lady Celebrían and to the ladies' delight, Legolas of Mirkwood. While the winners rejoiced in their victory, towels were handed to the losers by Legolas and the Sons of Elrond as a consolation.
I then ventured further up the Bruinen, and found myself in the midst of the famed competition, Barreling Down Bruinen. Contestants were to pair up and decorate their barrels as creatively as they could, and race their way down the river on their barrels. Loriwaynen and Sk8erPhan from Rohan managed to come first without their barrels breaking down on them.
I decided to explore more on the games that involved water, and came to the waterfalls where the High Dive was being held by Eithil. Contestants had to dive down from the cliff into the pool in different methods in each round, and extra points were given to those that made their dive creative. In the first game, Kalandria of Lórien came first, while in the second game, Arwil found herself in the lead.
Later, it was to the Picking Apples contest, judged by Ness. In this competition, the participants were required to throw darts at the ripe apples and have them drop into the baskets. A three-way tie for first place was announced in the end, so congrats to Rinerion, Varda and Mithrun the superior apple-pickers! (Remind me to invite them to my house when my apple trees are ready to harvest. )
The Tall Tales contest, judged by none other than Eithon and Iruviel (aka Lithoniel). I heard a few fascinating stories from the contestants, but unfortunately, my time had run short, and I had to leave before the announcement of winners came. Luckily, I was informed that our very own librarian, Saranna, won the contest with her tale!
So after being mesmerised by the tales in the previous contest, I went off for another dose of poetry and writing by visiting the Poetry Round Robin game. I listened to the poets compose beautiful poems while at the same time, gave challenges to the next poet. I found that time enjoyable but sadly, I had to move on.
The Skipping Stones contest that was managed by the sisters Keleos and Celosia was interesting. I remained a spectator in the background, applauding the contestants as the game went on. They had to pick up a stone and toss the stones across the water with the right amount of strength so that the stones would be able to skip lightly on the water's surface. The winners turned out to be Stiffler2 of Lórien and Forystine of Rohan.
Last but not least, I arrived at the Horse Races. The races had started in Bree, and the riders had to race across many miles to reach the finish point, which was also at the Bruinen. Moderated by Gala and Amárië, the riders came in neck-and-neck, but at last, Grey Pilgrim from Isengard and Feanor Elf reigned victorious.
Concluding my account on the Enedhoer festival, I would like to say a huge thanks to all who made this possible, and of course, we will look forward for next year's festival!
~ Arwil
Main in Tyrd Gorthad
Our trip started at the Fords of Bruinen. It was all so sudden-one morning Eragorn called out in clear voice at the courtyard about his quest to go to Tyrn Gorthad. Yes, indeed it has been long in the know that something was amiss there, the barrow-wights haunt everything around them and the green flashes are even seen in Rivendell sometimes. It was dangerous and some said it was folly, yes the lords have given their consent to this quest and there were many who agreed to come. Arwil would help Eragorn to lead the company.
It came suddenly and we were given little time to gather our things, yes it was sufficient. For now we feel need for nothing, but the journey ahs not lasted so long. We gathered at the Fords.
Our company is small, yet we did not come to fight. We rode late into the night for we need to reach the Barrow-wights as soon as possible. Only at midnight we made camp and almost immediately all fell asleep, exhausted by the long ride.
The next day we were woken early by Eragorn’s horn and after a quick breakfast, rode off.
He turned out merciful and we made a brief stop among fruit trees. There some joined out company, and then we again rode on, until the darkness fell upon us. Then we were made to stay in camp. Although we had no guards, some still did not lose their cautiousness and did not sleep, while others made a fire and sang a song or two.
Next morning the company awoke with a bad feeling that this day would be much more dangerous-the previous ones turned out to be too easy. A suspicious sound was heard near midday, which put the whole company to its feet, yet after some investigation it turned out to be nothing.
Right now we are continuing our journey towards unknown...There is little known about the Barrow-wights, even if put all the knowledge of our company together.
I write this letter to you, knowing that there are horrors and torture awaiting us. Do not be surprised if no letter will follow this one. Yet I hope that our company shall return and you shall everything more exactly.
For now, my friends
Fare you well.
~ Tinessael
Narn e-Dant Gil
The attack had failed. Orcs and men had done their best to slay the elves, but their best efforts had not managed to overcome the company who had set out in search of the star. The elves and their companions had managed to stave the onslaught, and in the end were victorious. Yet victory always comes with a price, and although few lives were lost, each death was bitter for those who continued on. Furthermore, many of the company were injured, some severely. It was a worn and weary group who continued on through the steady, ever-falling rain.
The day after the attack, as Laebeth guided them warily through the hills, they made out a wisp of smoke in the distance. Suddenly a small cottage appeared in a clearing, with two humans who welcomed the elven company to rest and care for their wounded. Many in the company were suspicious, but the constant downpour was taxing even for the immortals who were injured, and to continue on would risk losing the lives of their mortal companions that they had just struggled so valiantly to save. After a brief conference with her fellow travelers, Laebeth accepted the offer of food and lodging. Some went to sleep in the shed, whereas others entered into the humble cottage to enjoy the stew their hosts had prepared. Spirits were eased by the prospects of a night protected from the rain, a night in a room lit by a warm fire, and bellies full of something more than trail fare. Few noticed the malice hidden in their hosts' eyes.
Relaxed and comforted by the warmth of the cottage, the elves slipped off to sleep... and into nightmares. A sudden weakness came over them, a weakness they could not explain, as one by one they succumbed to the waves of darkness. And the word “poison” was murmured throughout the host. Those who had not eaten hurried to find an antidote, hearts chilled by the thought that those most beloved to them might yet die. As they searched through their belongings for some cure, their hearts sank.
Smoke began to fill the cold night air, and flames began leaping from the small cottage, now trap instead of shelter. Helplessly those poisoned drifted in and out of their dreams, nightmares full of darkness, crackling fire, and terrible heat. Many deeds, small yet of great bravery, were done in those few moments, as the few who were sound rushed in to save those that they loved. Despite the speed with which flame devoured the house, none of the small host was lost, and soon the antidote had been administered to all who had partaken in the evening's meal. For the moment, at least, all were safe.
Yet were they? Scouts had captured their fleeing hosts, who confessed their deeds and their hatred of the Elder Race. Bitter, hateful, certain of their enemy's defeat, the two told of orcs lying in wait for the small party. The elves would have little time to rest and recuperate, and this at a time when nearly all of their members had been injured or worse, weakened almost unto death by the poison. As the sun rose to another bitter dawn, the host readied itself to leave, each secretly wondering if death awaited all of them at last.
~ Nenuphar
Lore News and Going Ons
"ToMOrrow." The Wise Know what this word means: the Knowledge Halls, a test of wit and learning decreed by the Powers, have opened a new wing for loremasters to test their skills. But be warned! Even great scholars have resorted to books and scrolls to help them answer these challenging tests, and none so far have claimed mastery. There are also whisperings of a "curse" on the first hall, which has caused minor inconvenience for some who dared set foot within. Rumor has it that the dreaded Morgoth is marshaling his dark might to stamp out this evil curse. Ears are anxiously turned towards the West, awaiting word of the success of his mission. Yet many brave travellers have embarked on this erudite odyssey without curse or mishap, and found themselves pleasantly perplexed by the devious questions set by Lord Ulmo and loremaster Halfir. It is said that the Valar themselves gathered together their power and labored long to build these halls: do you dare to meet their challenge?
Closer to home, Lady Idril, Captain of the Keeper of the Scrolls, has announced a practice match for the Drill Team on December 5th, and summons the team to muster in Thaim Ist! Have you not heard of the Drill Team before? Do not be fooled by the name. The most learned Elves of Imladris compete against the Wise from other realms on questions of obscure lore and trivia, in a series of seasonal matches that culminate in a championship. Grab your books and start training now! And if you have any love of the history and culture of Middle-earth and Arda, please make your way to Thaim Ist (the Chambers of Knowledge) to sign up for the Keepers of the Scrolls.
Last but not least, the learned Elves of Imladris remember a past-time from days of yore: the Imladris Trivia Contest, where Elves gathered together for a game testing their knowledge. Keep your ears open. Great events afoot in Fangorn have occupied us of late, but the time has almost come for this perennial favorite's return.
~ Tinw
Olypics in Fangorn: Opening Ceremonies
Well, it has finally arrived. The Third Annual Plaza Olympics, and the mighty Kingdom of Fangorn is our gracious hosts this year. Eru, creator of all that is, graced the opening ceremonies with his presence, opened the games, and set upon the field in honor of the festivities the Flame Imperishable. Of course, you can imagine the stir this caused, what with Eru’s busy schedule, that he would bless the games and teams in person!
Here are a few of the comments made at this auspicious occasion; just to help give you a general idea of how ‘abuzz’ all were.
Funniest Comment Made:
Munchikinka: Munchi watched in awe, frozen stiff as Eru descended and declared the Games open. Gaining the use of her branches again, she stared with wide eyes as two Ents lit the magnificent torch precariously. The Games were open!!
Hang on...
Flame Imperishable, did he say? In Fangorn. Where there are trees.
Munchi bounced up and down on her heels, trying to seem excited, while slowly edging away as far as she could get from the torch...
Most Moving Comment Made:
Collecthor: A tear forms in the corner of Achoo's eye. First the breath-taking parade of kingdoms, and now the flame imperishable has been lit (don't worry folks, my gauntlet has an asbestos lining!). The first official thread in Fangorn was opened by Eru, and here, three years, ten rulers, scores of the best Ents and tree-friendly visitors one could hope for, and thousands of ideas, activities, and posts later, the Olympics are being held in Fangorn and Eru has reappeared once again to start another thread. Somehow, it feels like a circle has closed and a fresh, new one has begun.
He settled into his perch in a tree overlooking all the activities and games, and waited eyes agleam for the rest of this rich panorama to unfold.
Most Amazed:
Funa: Funa was in udder amazement as Eru assended down to middle earth to start to games, never before had she since such a wonderous thing. She felt so special to be here as the Eru come to land , who knows when he shall be seen again. This had to be a sign that she Shire was going to walk away winners, she just knew it, lost for words she just stared at him and smiled.
Most Impressed:
Tas Bainon: Astonished, a look of pure shocked surprise on her face, Tas stood still as she watched Eru himself appear before them all in a huge CRASH! as he decended from the sky. Even after he left again, leaving the whole clearing full of a very loud cheering crowd, she still stood still as a stone. It took a few moments for his words to penetrate, but when they did, her green eyes became a tiny bit less wide, and she grinned broadly.
"Aglar an Imladris!" She cried, adding to the cheers. (Oooooh! Its Eru! Eru himself!*goes all fangirly and swoons* I must say, Mr. Eru sir, i am a huuuge fan!*grins*)
And so, now the games have officially begun. For a complete listing of events and links to visit them, go to Fangorn’s Kingdom ‘gate’.
Good luck to all the teams, and remember, the most important things are the camaraderie and having fun!!!
~ Amberle Amrun
A Future Long Foreseen
"Another twenty years. Thirty at most." Elrohir's reply was offhanded, almost casual, as if he were reckoning the time it would take to sweep out the stables, instead of counting up in his mind every orc, every goblin, every skulking troll still left in the Misty Mountains. Behind those numbers glistened rivers of black blood pooling on the filthy floors of tunnels where starlight never shone.
His brother said nothing, but continued skimming a whetstone along the blade balanced across his knees. Bent to his work, Elladan did not have to see their father's face.
Elrond was immovable, standing before them with a grim gaze that brooked no argument. His voice, however, was gentle and measured as always. "Arwen chose to stay for life, for a future, albeit a future sundered from ours. You stay for death. Leave off vengeance, my sons— what did it ever profit our kind? Leave off our race's old pride, and yield this land to Men whose time has come. Fear not that our work will be unfinished. You have seen Estel rise on the Fields of the Pelennor, and you know better than anyone the worth of that Man. The orcs will not outlast his reign."
Elrohir had learned the art of counsel and debate from his father, and was equally adamant. "Our sister deserves a husband. Has not she waited lonely all these years while he and we hunted in the Wild? Let him be lover instead of warrior now, and leave Arwen her joy!"
Their father sighed, paced the floor of his study, and came to stand by a window kept veiled by a pale gold tapestry on which were embroidered mallorn-leaves. He reached out and brushed the cloth with a fingertip as if seeking guidance. But there was silence, silence as there had been now for over five hundred years. The maker of the tapestry dwelt across the sea. "Elessar has many allies, but two swords more or less will not tip the balance, however keen the hands that wield them," he replied, a hint of pride shining through his worry. "Think. You cannot finish off every orc in the Hithaeglir, clear all the maggot-holes of Mordor, and scour the last rebels from Harad and Khand, while your foster-brother dallies with his queen. He must finish his war, and Arwen must endure.
"Do not deceive yourselves, my sons. You are not doing this for your beloved sister, but for one who long ago passed over the Sea. And yet if you are lost, what healing is there that can cure that wound? Already I am worried whether the balm of the Blessed Lands is enough to steel your mother’s spirit against the blow of losing Arwen."
Elladan said nothing, but his deft fingers slipped: there was a slight grating sound. Once upon a time, the twins had delivered their mother out of the dark deeps of the mountains. Elrond's powers of healing could no more erase that terrible memory from their young spirits than he had been able to heal the shadow that had settled over Celebrían's heart. All the more did he desire to bring them to the West, for their own healing. This, however, he did not voice. They were brave and gallant, and had never admitted to any hurt.
"Father, you will not lose us!" Elrohir spoke in great earnestness. "Don't you see? We have made our choice: to delay, yes, but not to abandon you. We will sail, when our oath is fulfilled. Did you not always counsel us and Estel to patience? You set him a bride-price that took decades to win, when he did not have time to spare. Grant us a few more. What harm will it do for us to come late?"
"If you are late, you may not be able to find the path at all. The Straight Way is closing. A year... a century? I do not know, Elrohir, but this I know: when the Herald of the Valar spoke my doom, he said that any progeny I should have must choose to go or stay when it was my time to sail. If I leave you, I may be leaving you to death, whether you will it or no."
"Then stay," Elrohir shot back, "for our sakes, and stop badgering us! You could give us that, father: just a few more years. Are you so keen to leave, before you see Arwen's children? Linger a while. You have never lived a time in Middle-earth when the Shadow did not threaten. You might be surprised. Surely now it will be more wholesome than it has been for many a year."
"I... cannot stay." The Master of Rivendell squared his shoulders. This should have been a time to rejoice, a time to set down burdens of duty and turn at last towards family and matters of the heart. But nothing had ever been simple for this family, not since his father first disappeared over the Sundering Sea. "While the threat of the One remained, it was not safe to bring Vilya to the Blessed Lands. But now Vilya's power wanes, and I must bear it from these shores. The Age of the Rings is over. That is why Galadriel has left the Wood. She and I must seek the Havens. Mithrandir will meet us there." He smiled sadly. "Also, I must tend the little one who bore the burden of the One for so long. Bilbo is aged now. He cannot survive the journey to Mithlond without my aid, let alone the trip across the Sea. A small matter, Elrohir, yet he matters greatly.
"Come, Elladan, I have heard no words from you. Will you give your father and mother no peace? I gave you leave to ride to war with Estel, despite the great risk that you would not return. Therefore I do not command now. But I ask. Come with me."
Elladan smiled and set the sword back in its sheath with a soft ring. Their father had forged their swords on Celebrimbor's old anvil, in order that he might be with them, in a way, whenever they were out on bloody errantry. "Forgive me, Ada, but I gave my word that I would not leave these shores until our mother's tormentors were slain. Every last one. Would you have us break our vows? Nay, do not ask. I will not set foot for in the Undying Lands as an oathbreaker."
"Would that I had stopped your mouths from swearing it," Elrond muttered. "Maglor and Maedhros repented of their folly before their end, and they met a grim fate."
"Father?" Elladan rose to stand beside his twin and waited quietly.
Elrond's shoulders sagged. "So be it." He took the brothers' hands and set them both over his, all three so similar that one could not tell whose was whose, save by the faint scar across Elrohir's knuckles and the pale gleam of the Ring that Elrond wore. He kissed their hands and released them. "But come to me by the Straight Road, my sons... or not at all."
Straight-backed and stiff, Elrond left them there, drawing solitude around himself like the grey mantle he often wore. They knew better than to follow. He would be in their mother's rose garden until the dawn, motionless as a statue, gazing up at Eärendil's star.
~ Tinw
Tinw Interview
It is amazing how the smallest things affect our lives in the biggest ways. The simplest phrase, a song. They can bring us to tears, bring us happiness. Even a line in a movie can bring us to a place that will change our lives in the most unexpected and wonderful way....
Tinw first discovered the Plaza after watching The Two Towers. An Elvish line, "hiro hyn hîdh ab'wanath" (may they find peace after death), taunted her by having no subtitle. And so she began her search to decipher it. She then discovered online Tolkien fandom that eventually led her to us. Tinw was drawn to Rivendell by her love of Elves, their languages, lore, and history. Interested in writing fanfic, Tinw began writing a magnum opus, which remains unfinished because the plaza ate her. But that didn't stop her from writing, as she became editor of our very own Last Homely Herald.
Now that she has born the Eyebrows of Doom for several months, Tinw has begun learning how to balance rulership and friendships, a tremendous challenge. She finds inspiration in Blackrose whom shares the teaching bug and has decades worth of wisdom, patience, and insight. Laebeth's good sense and effectiveness, Laielinwen's portrayal of Queen Arwen, Idril's grace and compassion, Eldrith's dedication, and of course Taramiluiel's passion for whatever she does are also great inspirations to her.
If given one day to run the entire Plaza, Tinw would like to upload a better newbie FAQ, fix typos, and update several broken links. Her days as editor are truely shining through. She would be tempted to plaster OOME with enticing ads to lure members back into the kingdoms and encourage participation in activities. But one person cannot make such changes by themselves. It takes everyone working together to shape a community.
Tinw assures newcomers to fear not, saying "We loooove newbies; you're the plaza's future! It doesn't matter how many captains and referees there are, the ONLY way a game can happen is when someone picks up a ball and says, "catch!" and other folks throw it back. There's no "winning" or "losing" on the plaza, so it doesn't matter how well you throw, as long as you're willing to play! As for being scared of RAs, I can assure you that they are nutty LOTR fans like any other member, and I bet half of them log on in their underwear and have a cat bugging them to clean out the box. Which reminds me, I need to deal with doot removal before the monster shedding on my pants lodges a complaint by yarking on the rug. See you later, and enjoy Imladris!"
~ Emyla
Eithil Interview
As we all know, our very own Eithil rose up to the challenge to take over the reins of Tara, who retired as the Lord Glorfindel this month. Iruviel ventures into those chambers of his to find out more!
Q: How long have you been a member of the plaza?
A: Just over three years now - I joined back in September 2002, although it was a few months before I actually started spending time in the kingdoms.
Q: What made you choose to become an elf of Imladris?
A: I must admit, it wasn't the kingdom itself - I was an elf before I ever set foot in Rivendell! But the elves had always been my favourite race in Middle-earth, and this was way before the Lothlorien kingdom was created, so if I wanted pointy ears it was Rivendell or nothing...which, rather luckily, turned out to be the perfect kingdom for me! So, yes...and it had absolutely nothing to do with Legolas, by the way!
Q: So have you ever visited any of the other kingdoms? Which one is your favorite outside of Imladris?
A: I think I've *visited* every other kingdom at least a few times, either for the IK Racing or to play around in their pub threads, but outside of Riv my favourite has always been Isengard...that's where my house, the Daffodil Den, can usually be found. The wizzies are a great bunch of people, with threads ranging from serious to very very silly...including numerous marshmallow-napping attempts against Mr Wiggles (a small blue dancing marshmallow with a love of peanut butter)!
Q: Have you ever changed kingdoms?
A: Hehe, yes - some of you might remember the time I joined the Istari without warning last summer (in 2004), spending 48 hours with a wizzie hat icon before announcing that it was all a joke and returning to Imladris! I also became an Ent called The Unhasty One during the server switch last year, taking advantage of the fact that anything done in the 'Void' between servers would be lost...it's a good job that one didn't last long, everyone was confusing me with Thom!
I also actually started out as a wizzie, having been scared off elfdom by the description in the FAQ (which has now thankfully been changed), which said that you could expect to be randomly killed off by jealous rivals if you were an elf...then, after careful observation, I noticed that there was a distinct lack of elves falling dead around me, and happily traded pointy hat for pointy ears without further ado *grin*
Q: So tell us a little bit about Eithil?
A: IC, Eithil is an elf of Ossiriand, now settled in Imladris - she hates fighting and battles, which is why she never joined the Host, and she loves to make people smile. She also has a great fondness for practical jokes! In RL, however, Eithil is an 18 year old university student, currently studying for a degree in maths and philosophy. Which sounds awful, I know, but it's actually really fun!
Q: Ok so everyone is dying to know. Where did the daffodils come from?
A: a pub, a long time ago! In the days of the crazy random pub threads of old, I think someone started a "Save the trees" campaign, which I countered with "Save the daffodils"...which rapidly became the daffodil obsession you know today...and bingo! *grin*
Q: So what is your opinion of Tinw your co-ruler?
A: Um...*glances around nervously* She's going to be reading this, isn't she? *grin* No, seriously, Tinw's great - I can't think of anyone I'd rather have as my co-ruler than her. Imladris should be an interesting place over the coming months, I think!
Q: What thoughts were running through your head when you were asked to be Glorfindel?
A: "Eeeeeeeeeeeek", I think basically sums it up! The hardest thing was trying to keep talking normally to other people at the same time - obviously, I couldn't tell anyone till it was announced in Riv, so part of my mind was already plotting ways to avoid having to answer any awkward questions! *grin*
Q: What are you most looking forward to about being Glorfindel?
A: Asfaloth! *big grin* Um, seriously...it's great to have a chance to finally *do* something for Imladris, instead of just playing around there - a chance to help "Keep the Dream Alive" (that phrase just had to come up somewhere, didn't it?) And roleplaying a male warrior elf will certainly be interesting!
Q: To close is there anything else you would like to add.
A: As a very wise man once said, upon finding himself suddenly in a position of command and asked for some inspirational words..."Be brave, be loyal, be true...and keep your white flags handy just in case." *grin*
~ Lithoniel
Oldbie Perspective
After I had my first Plazaversary I began thinking about my status on the Plaza. I was not a newbie anymore and I still could remember how old did those who had their first Plazaversary seem to me when I was a newbie. But was I really an oldbie? So actually, when I asked of Kel and Sil about writing this article I expected to be kicked out of their office *g*. But surprisingly, I wasn’t, so here I am, fulfilling my ranting needs. But I will try to make it less than 10 pages. So I will just turn on my ROTK soundtrack to get inspiration and start.
I could talk about how great is Plaza. For a billion reasons. But everybody knows that! The skills of creative writing, the working through million pages to avoid god-moding. The crazy giggling behind public computer when you read a joke and people staring at you. Plaza is the only reason I started seriously thinking over a career in journalism. It is the reason I am the best in literature class. In art I draw swords and when we had to do graffiti, wrote word Ness. I dream about RPG’s, as many others. The friendships I made here, are so much more than I ever dreamed, when I activated my account on 6th of August 2004.
And people will be the main topic of my rant, because they are the most important on the Plaza. In numbers there is power, the more than 70 000 people. Of them active are of course much fewer, but they find the time to come online at least twice a week. Or once a week. But sometimes, you can’t even press so much time.
I used to see many farewell threads and messages. Fir’s one the first. Then I understood it was sad, but did not understand how much. But time passed and now I am one of the few of “My generation” that has stayed. Reading and reading and answering and answering the farewell posts, each of which add a sharp needle to my heart, has made understand what Tolkien meant when speaking of the sadness of immortality. When you know that you will stay, and you do stay and just must look at all those dear to you to leave.
I, at least right now find myself unable to leave, even if I would need it. Whenever I turn a computer with internet connection, I open Plaza. Almost mechanically. Yes, there were and will be times when I simply don’t have that chance. But then I will still pour over Lord of the Rings and do research about Moria (Sorry Saranna! *g* )Plaza has always been the one thing that always brings me comfort. When I am alone, and try to hold back the tears, the one thing that helps is the Plaza...Thinking what would Ness feel and do instead of me. Speak about personality split here. *g*
I shall not name those who left here, hoping that they shall return some day and in fear of forgetting somebody. And it would stretch my enough long ranting. We all know that Plaza is just a game. We all have little time to come online. We all live on an edge of a knife and any moment it might all crumble underneath us. Then we have a knowledge that there more than 700 000 people backing us up. But until then, use the chance, play the game and keep the dream alive!
~ Tinessael
Newbie Perspective
Suilaid. My name is Alatariel Cala and I would like to share my thoughts as a newbie in Imladris. When I joined the Plaza a little over two months ago, I did not spend too much time searching for a Kingdom home. You see, I already knew what I wanted. The duality of an elf's nature (elegant gentility vs. a warrior spirit) drew me to one of the Eldar Kingdoms. I poked around in Lorien and Imladris threads and quickly came to a decision.
I do not remember if I posted in the visitor's or elfling thread first, but I certainly remember the warmth with which I was welcomed. My questions were quickly answered and everyone was very kind. Alatariel is not very militaristic, and once I had mentioned that, the suggestions were abundant as to things I could do that did not involve warrior abilities. Some of those suggestions I have already incorporated into Ala's Plaza life, and others have yet to be investigated.
Some of the best advice I received was to not jump into everything all at once, to take my time and find what best suits me. I've taken that to heart, I think. I am having so much fun as a contestant in the Plaza Olympics and have found my teammates to be very friendly and supportive. The newbie RPG seems interesting. I think Ala shall venture there next and maybe even find the strength to overcome her shyness and brave the feast hall!
~ Alatariel Cala
It began with a crash of lightning and shower of stars, and then Eru was once more walking in Middle Earth. In a peaceful glade of the normally watchful and calm Fangorn forest there was an expectant chatter as the Great One bestowed a blessing upon the Flame Imperishable and declared the start of the third ever Middle Earth Olympics. Many in the crowd had their first glimpse of Eru, and what a wondrous sight it was to behold. If the forest hadn’t already caught Olympic fever surely this would have set the pandemic flooding through-out the whole of the Kingdom.
The Olympics saw many changes take shape in the Forest, where Limelight Lake now plays host to the Olympic Village where a search is currently underway for Oily Leaves’, our dearest little hurouness, missing teddy. (If you have any useful knowledge as to the poor dear’s whereabouts please drop by the village today). The quiet nature of our fine woods now houses teams of assassins from every kingdom now stealthily hunting each other at the behest of Old Woman Willow, and great orators proudly practicing their skills in the hopes to make it into the final rounds of the debates, and there is much more looming on the horizon as the Olympics continue to build into a roaring crescendo filled with the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, and the joy that comes from true fellowship among all the peoples of Middle Earth.
~ Kit Silvertears
The tower of Orthanc has been busier than usual this month. This has partly been to do with the ghostly occurrences, with strange hauntings happening throughout the Tower of Orthanc. The members of the Fires of Industry – the group of wizards dedicated to learning wisdom from Saruman and his underground industrial revolution – have been spending their time trying to round up the ghosts and bring them to peace. Meanwhile, the rest of Isengard were preparing for a Feast in the Great Hall of Orthanc. Many guests and wizards attended, each in a different costume. There was more cause for celebration this month too as Moneta, the ruling SaruMon, celebrated a birthday and a landmark number. Gifts were given, and a selection of puzzles in her honour to test the word power and logic understanding of anybody who wished to have a go.
True to their nature, the Istari have been dedicating some of their time to lore, study and discussion. The Parma Knolwe book club still leads the most visited discussion of Isengard to date with the tale of a wizard from other times named Harry Potter. In another part of the Library a new club was created, the Scholarly Sages of Erudition. The purpose of this group is to discuss certain parts of Middle Earth lore, with the current discussion centered on Éowyn, her part in the War of the Ring, and how her story affected her and those around her. The most popular lore activity of all has definitely been Wizardly Word Worm, based on the common alphabet word game.
Always ready to divide their time between learning and fun, the Istari have also been partaking in games this month, along with visitors from other kingdoms. “Trick or Treat”, a new game in all of Middle Earth run by Melaiawen, brought people knocking on doors hoping for treats, and surprisingly Saruman and Grima were just as generous as Gandalf, if a little less gracious. But the game that has been causing mischief throughout the lands is the Hat Game run by Grey Pilgrim and Penryn. Players have been sent to complete a variety of tasks, such as open an illegal trade stand in the Riddermarket, make a trip to Khazad Dûm and try to shave off the dwarves’ beards, steal supplies from the Painter’s shop in Minas Tirith to paint a mural on the wall, and even make a dangerous trek to Mordor on behalf of a petition to introduce prunes into the minion diet. So far nobody has been arrested or eaten and the mischief continues. Grey Pilgrim’s achievement of retaining her freedom after causing so much trouble has also enabled her to continue her picture contest, requiring people to create an image of a celebrity of Middle Earth in an embarrassing situation. This month, King Aragorn was seen in a tutu, Legolas was captured in a disturbing costume, and even the Nazgûl were caught dressing up.
Isengard is likely to calm down a little as the teams are sent off to Fangorn for the Olympics, but there are always new things to do, and visitors are always welcome to the Tower of Orthanc!
~ Grey Pilgrim
Minas Tirith this month was alive with the sounds of both celebration and mourning this month, for though her people were blessed with the return of several of our own, we also felt the pain of loss as others we have come to know and love departed from the gates of the White City. We send those who fly from us now forth with our best wishes, and hold them in our minds and hearts in the days following their departure.
The month also held many surprises for the denizens of the White city. Tricks and treats were everywhere, including several seasonally-appropriate games and contests. In other cultural events, the Minas Tirith Theatre play is coming along nicely, and the segment prior to intermission was carried out beautifully, in this writer’s opinion.
There are a wide variety of fascinating scientific things being learned in the Collegium Philosophia, new instruments being experimented with and knowledge gained. The Cúner and Muinamacar have set out on a new mission, but I will say no more of that lest it be classified and I, unaware, let something slip which should not be spoken outside the ears of Rangers.
That’s the news from the White City, where all the men are strong, all the women are good-looking, and all the children are well-behaved!
~ Ibiralian
Suilaid mellyn nins. it gives me great pleasure to once again bring you the comings and goings of all the happy tidings that have been going on within the Home of The Horse lords. Great land of Rohan, this month not only was making arrangements for the up and coming gatherings of our years best we hope Olympics, but this month, we deserved a surprise as our Kingdom took on the friendly faces of Peanuts along with Charlie Brown and all the tentative friends within. To say the very least that Lucy and Charlie themselves wouldn't get into trouble somehow, is like saying the weather isn't also changing. *g*
To start this grand month off right though, the SCRs were to me, especially since I became one of the lucky ones this month to receive one as well, they were given out with only three recipients this time. Myself, Elarith, and Imbeannowyn as the lucky riders to wear these cute icons for the month. Then something the land of Rohan has been doing as of late, Rider of the Month. This month saw a very dear friend and great rider Ravendark making the pages of history so to speak. Stop by and have a look here to see how all here thought of her. Then our great and wonderful Historians Guild has been re-opened and brought back to life. Here is where you'll find all the goings on about anything to do with our great people and land.
And finally, without much adieu, our festivals were brought to a most wonderful close in Harvest Festivals (sun sets). This is where all the winners were seen and appreciations well met. As the ever changing leaves of the trees falling cascade a brightly array going into the winter months, one can always stop by the Riddermarket to gather any and all necessary items for the cold months ahead. Stop by our great land and have a good time in out pub, the market, or simple to write one of our riders a letter.
All are welcome here. Well that is it again for a great month going by. I do wish each and every one of you good luck with your endeavers in the Olympics and all that you do. Take care and may the Valar bless you.
~ Goldmoon Dunami
Long have Elves delighted in the devising of writing systems, among them being the Tengwar of Feanor. So try to decode the numbers to alphabet language below, and try to figure out who said it in the Fellowship of the Ring movie and who said it in the book. Good luck, and have fun!
Hints: I = 4, K = 22, N = 21, R = 17, V = 14
| 18 | 21 | 15 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 15 | 19 | 4 | 12 | 12 | |||||
| 2 | 15 | 15 | 9 | 3 | 11 | 17 | 3 | 14 | 12 | 12 | 15 | 17 | |||
| 18 | 21 | 10 | 4 | 24 | 22 | 15 | 15 | 11 | |||||||
| 22 | 18 | 17 | 3 | 1 | 3 | 23 | 18 | 22 | |||||||
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| 12 | 18 | 21 | 8 | 12 | 3 | 13 | 18 | 26 | 17, | 15 | 14 | 15 | 21 | ||
| 4 | 22 | 10 | 15 | 13 | 15 | 18 | 21 | 15 | 18 | 22 | |||||
| 11 | 10 | 15 | 11 | 3 | 12 | 12 | 25 | 15 | 21 | 18 | 22 | ||||
| 25 | 4 | 21 | 3 | 24 | 11 | 4 | 17 | 4 | 11 | 10 |
~Istya Alassea
Previous letters: A ~ B ~ C ~ D ~ E ~ F ~ G ~ H ~ I ~ J ~ K ~ L ~ M
~Tinw
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