Parth Canthui ~ Volume IV
Pennas Coirë ~ February Issue
RPGs and Kingdom Events
Feature Articles
Tidings From Abroad
- Fangorn • Isengard • Khazad-dûm • Lothlórien
- Minas Tirith • Mordor • Riddermark • The Shire • Valinor
Songs and Stories
Lore and Language
Puzzles and Games
Humor
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Valaquenta ~ Of the Enemies
Melkor was highest of them all,And placed above them proud and tall,
And thus the thought came in his mind,
That he should weave his own design.
Fell deed he did without concern,
For power did his dark mind yearn
And thus he fell from might and grace,
No longer seeking Eru’s face.
Valaraukar of the fire,
Power great was their desire
Thus through this he lured them at length,
The demons of such might and strength.
Most fell of servants Sauron was,
Most feared of Melkor’s many claws,
But dominion his master lost,
His servant shared at length his cost.
~Aduchil
Once more the Host of Imladris has been more than occupied. This time the greatest event has been the Fall of Nargothrond! Several kingdoms have banded together to outplay this spectacular battle from the First Age, where the Elves of Nargothrond, led by Orodreth, Túrin and Gwindor fought to defend their kingdom against the hordes of Morgoth, led by the first of the great dragons, Glaurung. The warriors of the Elves were played by the armies of Imladris and Lothlórien, though Elves not in the army could still participate as the women and children of Nargothrond. The enemy was naturally played by Mordor, who was aided by the evil Dwarves of Khazad-dûm. For those curious to read more, take care and travel to the lands of Mordor where you might find the Fall of Nargothrond.
Other changes have taken place too. Of the more sad kind is the departure of Gala, who has served faithfully as the Togor of the Beriadrim. However she has felt it wisest to step down from this position, and we salute her for having served the Host, and for continuing to do so in other ways. There are whispers of more changes to come; this can be seen in the new Meeting Hall that has opened in the Army HQ, where all soldiers are welcomed to come and relax, and pass the time with their fellow soldiers.
~Aduchil
Gwaith i-Nestoer has been quiet recently, leaving everyone with the question: “What are those Healers up to?” To rid the readers of their misery, I have come to report on the activities going on.
This month the healers continue to serve the elves of Imladris and people of other lands of their hurts and illnesses. This month has seen the addition of Taidors to help the healers in their work. Iruviel and Gaelin joined the veteran Wilara in aiding the healers of Adab Nestad in their work. The healer's class continues onward in teaching the current Aphadrim to join the ranks of Nestoer in the house of healing. Also a booth has been opened in the market for those needing advice or herbal plants. The healers of Imladris continue to dwell in the hidden valley tending to hurts and ailments until at last they are all called home.
~Iruviel
This month, the EAA started out a bit quiet, but after the new gallery was opened this suddenly changed. We figured it was time for a non-themed gallery so we made a new assignment: let the free spirits run free and come up with anything you want to share with the public! Apparently, this attracted many artists.
It does not occur often that so many different mediums are used to make the pictures in the gallery. Only after a few days, we’ve seen so many different styles that it is almost impossible not to be amazed by the artwork. If you come take a look you will see jewellery, landscapes, animals and other things, including many abstract works. It is certainly a sight worth seeing!
But that’s not all. This month, the EAA has opened the third “Artistic Challenge”! Contestants are provided with a simple drawing and get the assignment of making an artwork out of it, while keeping the original drawing in its place. This time, a mouse and a butterfly are awaiting you. You can come and visit the gallery and look at the various entries or make something out of it yourself.
There are many things to see this month, so hurry up and make your way towards the galleries. Artists and spectators are always welcome!
~Ellitarë
Sarannowl took up her quill with difficulty, as she was currently labouring under the curse of Gandalf the White, in common with most of the inhabitants of Imladris. Gripping the slippery thing in her talons, she scrawled
This month, both Librowlians have been at work in the Library and Serveanthesia has been well again. Whooo! Hoooo! We have appealed for Lore Items but feoooow have we seen. However there is an excellent new piece in the Creative Scrooooolls. Whoooo. Looook here. Drat! The quill fell from her claws to the floor, and she flew down to retrieve it. Hooping to write many more clawses in next months report. Hooooo.
~Saranna
The Drill Team
A new year has come and the new Drilling season had started. During the off-season Celebglin has stepped down from the post of Head of IK Drill League, and Catran of Minas Tirith was promoted for the post. Also, a new set of rules was elaborated, along with slightly different point-awarding system.
The roster of the Keepers of the Scrolls has seen changes as well, the team being reinforced by new loremistresses – Melyanna Falas and Ann-Thannath and your humble servant, who have passed the tests and were promoted to the rank of Hebir Ist (Lore Keepers).
Another thrilling piece of news – a Junior Drill League has been finally launched, headed by Narguzir of Mordor and Eoarod of Rohan. Eager members of Imladris have already formed a team and are willing to test their knowledge against their peers of other kingdoms. It is not yet too late to join – al you need is to stop by Imladris Drill HQ – Thaim Ist.
So far Imladris team has played in the three drill matches and currently the fourth (against the Shire team) is on. Unfortunately, despite all the hard efforts and brilliant team-work Keepers of the Scrolls lost both home matches (to Khazad-Dum and Lothlorien) and the match against Isengard ended in a tie, bringing the only point Imladris has for the moment. But members of the team are optimistic and are sure of future victories. So come and cheer up for the team here today!
~Loriwaynen
The Racing Team
The new racing season has begun again! The Imladris Racing Team started off with two new team leaders by the names of Eglagaladiel and Pathael, who are doing a marvelous job at organizing the team and moderating the races.
On the day of Sunday, the fifteenth of January our cheetahs were once again seen on the tracks, trying to beat the badgers of Khazad-dûm. Alas they proved a tad too strong for our spotted felines, as Imladris lost 36 to 42 points. It was a cheetah who ran away with the individual gold however, and Elilea with her Joja are off to the Race of the Champions!
This early loss did not dishearten the league racers in any way, as the second race of the season against the Fangorn squizzles offered new chances. I myself was a part of this race, together with my cheetah Nanael, and can tell you it was a very close match. The squizzles took the lead very early on, and it seemed as if Imladris was to lose their second match as well. But, in the final few rounds the big cats gave a show of what they are known for; speed! As in a yellow and brown blur they passed the squizzles and made sure Imladris came in first.
The third race against Gondor's skunks was a worthy match. The skunks took the lead at first, but after the first round the cheetahs proved just too strong a match and they crossed the finishline first. And again the individual winner was an elf from Imladris, Iruviel with Sadril. That Race of the Champions is going to see a lot of cheetahs this year!
Week four found us racing Lothlorien's foxes in our own house. These quick and witty animals proved too strong a match for our swift felines, though it was a close one. At the end the foxes took the gold and Imladris had to settle for another individual win. Nenuphar and Tumbleweed have been placed on the list for the Race of the Champions, as cheetah number four.
That the cheetahs felt not at all at home in the dark and gloomy country of Mordor was evident in their prestation. They could simply not come to speed in that somber atmosphere and as a result lost their fifth race against Mordor's lava snakes, who were obviously feeling right at home. Slightly disheartened the cheetah's returned home, to prepare for their next race.
Their next race, that was against the conies of the Shire, in the Shire. At the writing of this article the Shire conies are in the lead, but I am hoping the cheetahs will find their inspiration soon and take the golden baton. Another win would be grand!
After this race there are three more to go, against Isengard, the Riddermark and Valinor, in that order. With two wins and three losses Imladris is doing quite alright, especially with four elves of Imladris in the Race of the Champions.
If you are not a racer but wish to cheer our cheetahs on, then take a look in the Racing Booth. There you will most probably find a map to the current race. Follow the instructions and bounce along with Elfindel our mascotte, shouting Go Cheetahs Go!
See you at the tracks!
~Leanan Sîdhe
Teliol mi Imladris
Hello again everyone! Well, Ma Im? proved so popular that it continued all this month, and Teliol mi Imladris was filled with the happy sounds of the mentally tortured denizens of all races. Of course, we had our shares of jubilant guessers (including some VERY swift victories!) and a selection of very unfortunate (but hilarious!) questions. Such as, "Is [Gollum] dodgy?" and, "Was [Gollum] at Bilbo's birthday party?", both courtesy of the lovely Lillyth of Fangorn. Unfortunately, March marks the end of this particular game of Ma Im? but we might see it return in the not so distant future!
Moving on to this month's high scorers, I am pleased to announce (as of February 26th) the leaderboard is as follows:
Celinawyn of Rohan ~ 2
Loriwaynen of Imladris ~ 2
Blank of Imladris ~ 1
ElendilTheFair ~ 1
Feliath of Isengard ~ 1
Lillyth of Fangorn ~ 1
Searogim of Isengard ~ 1
Congratulations again to Celinawyn, who is our overall champion for January and February, with 5 correct guesses overall! Congratulations also to Loriwaynen, who rose from second rank last month to joint first this month! Thank you also goes to the rest of our magnificent players for keeping the Games Hall warm, cosy and full of laughter during the winter months.
March however is bringing something special to Teliol mi Imladris! Now the snow is beginning to melt in the passes of the Hithaeglir, the passage to the east and to our kin in Mirkwood is finally clear. To celebrate, the Silvan Elves of Mirkwood will be our hosts and for a time, Teliol mi Imladris will become Teliol mi Lasgalen! Be sure to join us in Mirkwood sometime during March for fun and frolics involving brightly-coloured armour, paint and Legolas up a tree.
See you then!
~Nilde
Entulessë: The Return
Several months ago a ship set out from the havens headed into the west. Now those souls who departed from this world are finally on their way home. Upon the decks of the ship the passengers share tales of their time in Arda and what they hope to find upon reaching the blessed shores. Some find that they are travelling with old friends, while others travel alone hoping to find friends in the Blessed Realm. Elves of Gondolin and other elven kingdoms long gone can be found aboard that ship. So what of the people of Valinor?
Upon the island there waits a group to greet them. Little do they know that soon a ship will reach there shores carrying old friends and family as well as complete strangers. So what kinds of reunions and activities will there be for the elves who left Middle Earth's shores upon their arrival? And are the whispers that have been spoken of certain beings being present for the ship's arrival true? Only time will tell.
~Iruviel
Snowball Splat and Animal Farm
The courtesy of the Elves is legendary, began our fair ruler Eithil, inviting her fellow Elves to join in an innocent game of darts. It was a sight to see, fair reader. If you ever saw Elves behave so abnormally – those wise, reasonable creatures casting snowballs at a target somehow unexpected – no other than Mithrandir! – I had not. Although none of the participants seemed to mind much: laughing their respectable pointy ears off, while aiming for the hat of the wizard, and for his (Valar forbid!) nose.
A good score of Elves had done their best to make Gandalf’s face and hat drip with snow, but he proved himself to be one elusive back-breaker of a wizard, and apart from just sending their snowballs everywhere else but at him (those who had experienced the weird thing – your humble servant, for one – are sure magic was involved), the Elves also got a fair amount of snow back at their faces. Only two – The Best Mischief-Makers of the Valley – Nimras and Loriwaynen - had managed to achieve the intended goal, while the others rejoiced in the wonderful atmosphere of innocent amusement.
But, as you surely understand, reader, Mithrandir is not one to be made fun of scot-free, and the revenge of the wizard was on its way before the fun makers settled. On the next morning, in a most mysterious manner, a shiny red button appeared on the doors of the House of Elrond, accompanied by the following words: “DO NOT PRESS THIS BUTTON!”
I do not know, reader, if you are fully aware of the fact that you can always count on the Elves to do exactly the opposite thing of what you are telling them to do – but Mithrandir was. Every single Elf that was curious enough to press the strange button had instantly developed a little furry, hoov-y, tail-y or wing-y problem. The old wizard’s innocent joke turned out brilliantly: the population of Imladris made an excellent animal farm! All kinds of birds – from eagles to penguins, horses, gazelles, squirrels, foxes, a little grey kitten and even a wart-hog are rightful dwellers of the valley from now on. Isn’t that the answer to the old question: what does your animal incarnation look like?
~Feowen
Off the Rocks
Once upon a time, some adventurous Elves decided to visit the Land of Mordor. They snuck over the border, across the plains of Gorgoroth and entered the On the Rocks pub - a delightful little place full of orcses, barrow wights and the occasional wraith. Unfortunately, the Elves were not so welcome, a few nasty words were said, swords were drawn, and in the middle of the fight a dragon showed up and torched the pub to the ground.
Now those Elves, and the Men that helped rescue them, are fleeing Mordor, some wounded and bleeding, with at least one Nazgûl commanding a squadron of orcs tracking them.
This is the Off the Rocks - The Flight Home RPG, which is open to anyone from any kingdom at any time. Feel free to jump in In Character - perhaps you, too, were looking for adventure in Mordor and stumble on the fleeing group. Or you were visiting Ithilien or Minas Tirith when you encountered the entourage making its way north and decided to join them. Or, perhaps you wish to portray an NPC to assist or hinder the group.
The escapees will be stopping in different ME locales on their way back to Imladris, offering multiple opportunities to exercise your creativity and make the journey as exciting and realistic as possible. The GMs will note where in ME the group is and gently direct the action, but the adventure, creativity and character development opportunities are all yours. So, join us Off the Rocks!
~Ann-thannath
A Trip to the Market
As I entered the courtyard in Imladris on the day of Ormenel I found it greatly changed. Everywhere stalls had been placed except for narrow paths inbetween the many vendors who offered their goods. When I let my gaze stray it caught sight of many interesting and strange items. The smiths of the Tingdain were offering the results of their craftsmanship not far away, and close by the Healers had their herbs and lore prepared. I took hold of my bag of my own treasures with which I was to bargain and entered the Market.
Going to the Imladris Import, I found Iruviel selling many items and objects that came from distant lands. Pottery and decorations of foreign appearance, gathered in lands far away by caravans. I settled myself though for a handful of candles of various light and colour. From there I made my way to Ellitarë's Treasures. She sold different items for the purpose of art, though it seemed that she mainly sold sweets, made by herself. She gave me a sample and sold me a handful, in a little handcrafted pouch made by herself as well.
Other decorations were sold by Elumien, who had dedicated her booth to Yavanna. Any Elven maiden would find herself pleased with the flower crowns and other adorations sold there, two of which I picked up myself. Taking a little break I tasted Gala's baking skills, in her stall most appropriately called Edible Delights. Having thus refreshed myself, and noticing that the sun was marking the end of the day soon, I paid a last visit, to Tinessael. Her items on sale were garments, and she was able to equip me for these cold winter days. My bag of supplies this emptied and my bag of purchases full, I bid farewell to the Market, anticipating the next time it would return to Imladris.
~Aduchil
Visiting Lasgalen
Lasgalen, the lovely abode of Ancalima, is somewhat hidden in the depths of Imladris. I originally went inside to visit my friend, but I was soon captivated by the beautiful welcome message in the house. Careful not to disturb the scary-looking bird (whose name I later learnt was Faraew), I explored the house to my heart's content.
There is only one way to describe this house: it has a good balance between In Character threads and Out Of Character threads. For those who like role-playing, there are many casual IC threads around for you – nicely labelled (RP) at the back of the thread name! The View from the Cliff is a place for you to relax and admire the view of Imladris from a gazebo.
Ancalima brings this house to life with Memories, Dreams and Visions, which take place in the guestrooms of Lasgalen. The descriptions for each of the guestrooms easily let the mind picture a solid image of the house. Being located in a quiet setting, one will find it a haven for deep thought and resting. It a place that rivals the tranquillity of Adab Nestad!
The OOC threads are casual – a greeting thread for the newcomers, and a Funnies! thread for those of you who would like to lighten up after a hard day's work. Besides that, one can also find the biography of Ancalima, and the songs and verses she that hangs on walls of the rooms in the house.
I recommend going to this house for a visit – it is worth the journey! Right now, it is just lacking a few more visitors, or Lasgalen would indeed flourish like a lush forest in spring!
~Arwil
The Forest of Lasgalen
A palace made of trees, beneath the silent moonlight streaming.
The trees in wintry mantle stood, when deepest snow had fallen,
O! quiet beauty of the Wood, the Forest of Lasgalen!
The sweetest song I ever heard, a little bird was singing;
In Imladris, in Thamaladh, her hopeful music ringing.
Ah, but my heart was far away,It heard the wild wood calling...
I , like a dove, would fly away. O, Forest of Lasgalen!
~Ancalima*
Meeting Pip Reonyea, a Plaza Legend
She implemented plan ORC, Operation Rivendell Cleanup, as ruler of Rivendell in order to bring the kingdom into the early stages of civilization by eliminating spamdom. It was an effort to turn Rivendell into a more serious and in character kingdom much like the others. Both debator and mediator in Valinor, she learned the importance of staying close to the membership and keeping track of what they think is fair and unfair. Pip Reonyea is the face and voice of experience.Pip was an RA from February 2002 to March 2005 and at times still forgets she no longer has her buttons. In fact, she tried to edit someone's post just a few days ago! She declares that "It's also kinda cool getting to suspend Eru...although alas, as of a bout two years ago there's a thing in the admin console to keep track of who's suspended who so you can't do it anonymously any more. Doubt it stops people though." Through all the fun times of being an RA, there's still the traditional spam hunting, suspending, thomassing, diplomatic work, resetting quiz stats, testing quizzes, technical work, answering questions, and holding your temper.
Through all of her efforts in promoting ants to Sergeant Major, she has not been very successful. Pip holds a reputation as an ant murderer, so is it really any wonder?
In parting, Pip gives us these words of advice and encouragement: "Be flexible! The plaza is a constantly changing place, as is any community, but the plaza changes faster. As a result, if you're not careful, you become one of those old people that says 'That would never have happened in my day' and quit long before your time. Roll with the punches, and work on enjoying every new thing that comes along."
~Emyla
The Fall of Nargothrond
Open your heart and hearken to the beginning of the tale of Nargothrond’s fall as we now remember it in Imladris…
In the cold dawn of an autumn morning in the year 496 of the First Age, two Elven scouts from the Talath Dirnen arrived before Orodreth, King of Nargothrond, bringing dire news. The forces of Morgoth had crossed the Ered Wethrin from Hithlum and had reached the Eithel Ivrin. For the present they lingered there, defiling those healing pools and burning the surrounding lands, but it was only a matter of time before they turned towards their final destination. For the time of silence was over, and Morgoth had sent forth his dark array to destroy Nargothrond.
Like fire the whispered rumour ran through the vast avenues of the cavernous city, where for centuries the people of Finrod Felagund had dwelt in peace and secrecy. Hidden from the eyes of Morgoth beneath the tree-clad hills beside the River Narog, they feared no assault; and yet the confidence of many was in that hour marred by a sudden shadow of unease. Looking upon the great stone bridge that spanned the once impassable river, some frowned, muttering of the folly of Agarwaen that had laid bare their fortress to the malice of the Enemy. But most spoke boldly of the prowess of the Mormegil, and few believed in their hearts that they would ever see defeat.
At the word of the King a council was summoned, and sitting upon his throne in the Great Hall, Orodreth called upon Túrin first of all his lords for advice in the hour of need. And as he had done before, so did also now the son of Húrin urge with fierce and potent words that the Elves put aside their uncertainty and march boldly to meet their foe, lest maybe they would find Nargothrond less strong than their hope had made it. In many - yea, even in Orodreth – his words kindled an answering fire, and though Gwindor spoke against him, beseeching the King not to hazard his life and the lives of all his people on one rash stroke, too great was the power of Túrin’s oratory to be withstood. Standing before the assembled Eldar, the King pronounced his judgment. They would fight. Never must it be said that the enemy was allowed to reach Nargothrond unhindered, and it was better to die in open battle than to face a lingering death by starvation in a siege. No – they would ride forth and sweep the Talath Dirnen clean of foes before ever a single Orc set foot before the doors of Nargothrond.
Swiftly orders were given, and as swiftly carried out, for all knew that Morgoth’s forces would not long delay. As the warriors mustered, the King departed for his chambers where with the aid of Finduilas he armed for the coming battle. None witnessed the final parting of father and daughter, and who can say what passed between them in that hour? But when Orodreth came forth he summoned the lords and captains to the Hall of Arms, and there before the assembled host he spoke rallying words of hope to instil courage and banish all fear. Were they not the Noldor, mighty and proud, and did they not have with them the Mormegil, at whose very name the enemy trembled? No matter how terrible or numerous their foe, they would return victorious!
So the host of Nargothrond set forth, and beneath their feet bright flowers sprang as if from the stones, strewn before them by the women and children who thronged the streets to bid them farewell and swift return in victory. At the fore rode Orodreth, fair and proud; at his right hand rode Túrin, bearing the Black Sword Gurthang, and appearing now verily as a prince among the Noldor; and with them went Gwindor, a new fire of determination in his eyes. Through the great Doors of Felagund they rode, and over the mighty arch of stone that spanned the foaming Narog, on towards Tumhalad and their doom.
Northward they marched, and ever before them grew the shadow of destruction. Above the Talath Dirnen a burning reek hung like a sable shroud, and as the Elves drew up upon the Guarded Plain, they beheld at last its source. In rank upon rank like an advancing sea came the horde of Morgoth, in far greater numbers than report or fear had made them. Orcs there were innumerable, and evil Men out of the East; and before them, his scales gleaming dully of gold, crawled a massive and hideous shape – Glaurung the Golden, father of dragons.
At the sight of the Urulóki, for a moment even Túrin was stricken to silence. But the fear of the Elves was turned instantly to wrath, and a deadly determination to conquer or die. Perhaps the enemy sensed this, for their ranks fell silent, and a hush descended over the wide field, broken only by the hissing of the wind amid the banners of black and silver. Then in the silence the voice of Orodreth rang out in command. The trumpets of Nargothrond sounded one clear and piercing note, and with a great shout the Eldar charged.
Led by Orodreth and the Mormegil, the Elves carried the first assault, driving back their foes like leaves before an autumn gale. None could withstand the onslaught of Túrin, and all who beheld the Dwarf mask and the white fire of Gurthang cowered down or fled before the face of the wrath of Mormegil. But against such vast numbers not even the valour of the Noldor could hold for long, and looking back from where he fought, Túrin saw that the Elves were being outflanked. Then Glaurung entered the fray, blasting forth fire and sweeping aside whole companies with his tail, and Orodreth rode off in haste to bring succour to his shattered eastern flank. But the weight of the attack was too great, and under the luring eyes of Glaurung the bitter truth overtook him at last – they could not win this fight.
Wheeling his horse, Orodreth called the retreat. Held in formation by Túrin who kept in the foremost lines, step by step the Elves withdrew in orderly retreat across the blood-soaked field. Roaring, the horde of Angband surged after them in pursuit. Behind them the glistening waters of the Narog drew ever nearer, and beyond in the caverns of Nargothrond the women and children waited, their hearts torn between hope and fear. But the merry feast spread in the Great Hall by Finduilas, and the clear strains of Elven music, availed not to dispel from their hearts the shadow that even then was overtaking Nargothrond inexorably.
~Morfindel
Q: You began your plaza career way back in 2002. What brought you to the plaza and what would you say keeps you here?
Q: Yes, friends are an important part of plaza life, are they not? Your name, Winddancer. Is that one you just chose because it happened to sound minion-esque or is there another reason?
Q: Was there a specific activity you participated in back then? Perhaps a notable RPG?
Q: Now, let us move on to a larger part of your plaza career - your minion career. When some people join Mordor, they don’t stay for a long time, certainly not for a good 75% of their plaza life. Also, you left Mordor and then returned. Is there something about that kingdom that keeps drawing you back?
Q: In addition to joining Mordor, you were a ruler there for a period. Could you tell our readers a bit about that, how you came to be ruler and so on?
Q: Alrighty, moving on now to your time in Khazad-dûm. As many know, you did many things in your time there, but what would you say was your greatest achievement and why?
Q: Could you tell our readers a little bit about your involvement with the Yukogs, a clan which you saved?
Q: Finally, WD, I noticed that you were involved with the Strategic Plan. Could you tell us a little about your work there?
Q: Before we wrap up this interview, do you have any words of wisdom for the plazaites out there, WD?
~Gaelin
Firstly Valinor was unlucky enough to lose the services of Six as Nienna,
who left due to that pesky plague that has claimed so many admins and other
plaza members: real life. She was replaced as Nienna by Fëawen, who once
again took up adminhood to give her time with her newborn baby boy, born
1.01pm on the 20th of February. Naturally this left yet another gap, and
Imbeannowyn boldly stepped up to fill the rank of Éomer. Also promoted this
month was Rohanna, who left the role of the Witchking in March 2005 and,
after passing through a three month phase as a new soul by the name of Waxy
LeFlame and spending nine months in Fangorn, finally took up the rank of
Yavanna which has stood empty since our own Laebeth rejoined the ranks of
the Imladris Elves.
Finally, this month sees the departure of Túrin as ruler of Mordor. Having
taken up the mantle of the Witchking in July 2005, he ruled in that position
for five months before becoming Sauron, a position that will now be filled
by the current Witchking, Narguzir. Akilah, leader of Mordor's Army, has stepped up to fill some big boots, or rather, a big cloak, as she has been appointed as Mordor's new Witchqueen.
Now we are at the end of this month's game of musical chairs. The music has
stopped, everybody is still,and just one question remains: who will be the
new Witchking?
If you're confused by the dizzying shift in Valinor, here is a list of the
current admins to help you find your way:
Sub-Eru/Oromë: Protoguy
Editors' note: Since this article was written, Nenedhel has sadly announced her resignation as the Lady Galadriel. Her place will be taken by Brillonnien, and we wish both ladies all the best in their future endeavours!
~Pip Reonyea
In late December 2002, a strange thing happened in the Valley of Imladris. A new elf arrived, fresh from her travels around, and she came with bright red hair, a cheery disposition and a rather strange obsession with fire. She also posted in bold red, thought of the current rulers (Ally and Elle) that Elendhel was a guy, and that the CofA was only there if you weren't sure if a thread was appropriate.
***
I remember posting a survey, a short survey, as my first thread in Rivendell, without ruler permission, and waking up the next morning to find it gone.
I remember getting idea after idea turned down in the CofA before getting one approved--a Rivendell Musical that didn't get past the audition stage.
I remember being scared of the Rivvy rulers until I talked to them off the Plaza.
I remember thinking there was NOTHING more important than points...
***
It's been a long time since I was a newbie, and Rivendell/Imladris has changed immensley. I've seen Elle, Ally, Arlo, Lae, Tara, Tinw and Eithil all as rulers, and I've seen high rankers come and go.
I've seen tragedy of the worst sort as well as absolute, total, no-holds barred foo fests known as 'ELPs'.
***
The Rivendell Forum might not be a house, but it most certainly is a home.
~Firerose
Ah the past, ‘tis a strange thing for it has the power to make a man feel triumphant or, just as easily quite uneasy about himself. Mine is a combination of these things. Way, way back in the year of 2003, a new soul named master gamgee stumbled upon this place and after many a “hi, i’m lost” or “which kingdom should i join,” he made his way to Lothlórien where I resided for a good six months, being only happy to see this new kingdom grow and flourish like the trees in which it was situated.
Then, curiousity got the better of me and ol’ pointy ears here turned into a Rider of the Mark and joined the horse lords. In the Riddermark I was co- editor of the newspaper, The Rædboda, for a six month period. Then my pointy-eared nature got the better of me and I was called home to Rivendell, where I have finally found my little niche on the plaza.
When you first look upon Rivendell you don’t see the kind hearted rulers who are there to do anything for you, nor do you see the countless activitise, RPGs, Caption Contests and so much more. No. What you see is the mass of elven people bustling about their every day business and the crowds prompt you to move away from this noisy kingdom to somewhere else, less crowded. However, it is crowded for a reason.
In my short time in Rivendell (we are talking weeks here folks, not months) I have discovered the Healers, an organizations which, thanks to the help of Arwil, the head healer and beloved friend of mine, I have fit in extremely well and have also secured a writing post with the Herald, Rivendell’s paper. Additionally, I have indulged my GM desires by submitting my idea for a new RPG to the rulers, Eithil and Tinw. They have accepted this idea, and it will be put on when I have settled more into my new kingdom.
~Gaelin
Calamity struck Fangorn last month, with reports flooding in of a fire raging through its midst. Although unconfirmed at first, we can report that two Elves from Imladris were there when the fire broke out, disappearing shortly afterwards. Both have returned to us safe and sound, but the forest itself hasn't fared so well. With the aide of a tribe of beavers, Fangorn's mightiest rivers were flooded, drowning the fires so that only a few smoldering trees remained. Now sodden, muddy and with ash-filled air, there were concerns that the forest couldn't recover.
New reports have swept in this morning, however, of the concerted effort of Ents and Elves alike to restore it to its former glory. Although it looks set to be a long an arduous task we've had word that many recognise this as an opportunity to start afresh. And rather being disheartened and pessimistic, everyone is making the most of the situation. Quickbeam himself has said, "HOOM! We Ents have, fortunately, survived this terrible fire. We are currently rebuilding and replanting and would welcome any visitors who don't mind pitching in and lending a hand".
~Meltintalle
The Order of Anor has been working exceptionally hard recently, as new activities have begun and old ones have had their rooms redecorated and new people put in charge. The Diaries are now thriving (though there is still a problem with people reading other's entries), the Therapy Clinic has welcomed new doctors (and unfortunately a mean Inspector) for the resident crazy people, and we are also awaiting the reopening of the Small Claims Court, the first case being Geep suing the Isengard paper for slander. These cases usually get dirty quick, so bring soap.
The doors have also opened to Puzzles of the White Hand, run by Searogim. The idea is simple: Sea runs a variety of puzzles, be it a logic or a word puzzle or something different, and the first people to be able to answer them wins a prize. The puzzles are cleverly put together and a lot of fun to complete. The latest paparazzi contest has people from all over Middle Earth trying to snap embarrassing pictures of the women of Arda, though it has to be said Arwen and Eowyn are getting the most hits from this as people seem particularly interested in their fighting over Aragorn. Elsewhere in the Tales of Unexpected, some wizards have found themselves sent to a strange place where a man in green calls himself Robin Hood. And if it is pretty lights you are after, the Istari Illuminator's Guild has just put on a wonderful firework show, proving that wizards can still play with fire and not get hurt!
Isengard always welcomes visitors from other lands so if you have time to come and see our new activities, please feel free to do so!
~Grey Pilgrim
Help me!!
Look, I don't ask for it often, especially not from.. Elves.. (ehrm, which is to say.... I mean... I.. I don't like to bother you, of course), but I'm out of options here, and you're my only chance. Even as I write this with a shaky hand, huddled under one of the few tables that remain intact here at the Mended Drum pub in Khazad-Dum, through a raucous, drunken cacophany I hear voices above me, gossipping about events from elsewhere in these mines that make me worry not only that I might not make it out of this pub alive tonight, but that I might regret it if I do.
Now, don't get me wrong. This reporter ain't no wimp, and never let it be said that a dwarf was afraid of a pub. But this isn't just any regular night in the Mended Drum - there's an old-fashioned Pub Brawl in progress, the likes of which these mines have not seen (either thankfully or unfortunately depending on your perspective, and you can perhaps guess what my point of view looks like from under this table) for a long time. The dwarves are drunk, the ruckus is raging and the barrels are all but bereft of beer. Fortunately I suspect there's enough of the stuff spilled all over the floor to keep everyone happy for days. It's a battle of the clans; the Morogs and Kagams are laying into each other at the moment, but with the Merikhansar, Ankixogs and Yukogs still to come, who knows when I'll get a chance to sneak out of this place... oh how I yearn for the chance to breathe through my nose once more! Oh, but that's not all.
While some dwarves fight and carouse, others, I hear, have taken on a higher calling. Queen Casja is away, and in her absence King Dain, in his royal wisdom and supreme tact has issued a Quest of epic proportions, sending his subjects out into the wilderness of Erebor in a valiant effort to attain that greatest of all rewards, mithril undies. The results of the bold endeavour are yet to be known, but still the question hangs like a dark looming cloud of uncertainty over all of Khazad Dum in these volatile times: Will they chafe??
There's more. So much more. But you'll see it all anyway, when you come to rescue me. And hurry! For I cannot get out. The end comes... drunks, drunks belching deep.
They are coming....
~ Narv
After the much enjoyed celebrations, which took over the Golden Wood, in honour of the kingdom as a whole (Kingdom Anniversary), the Twilight Procession through Lothlórien has begun. This procession captures the spirit of the Eldar, in a magical feast for the eyes, as ellith and ellyn step out and walk amidst the mellyrn as embodiment representatives of the Valar.
Clad in equally beautiful garments – fabulous tunics of silk and embroidery for the men and sumptuous, elegant dresses for the women – so that one single group does not overshadow another. Spectators look on in wonder as the procession goes by and not one viewer remains untouched by the display.
Save for the Twilight Procession, life in Lothlórien goes on as normal and the Elves live on in peace alongside the great mellyrn-trees, eagerly awaiting spring’s arrival so that once more, the Golden Wood will be in full bloom.
Lothlórien is a place where all are welcomed much of the time and if your feet wish to carry you down the beautiful paths of the world, to the fair woods of Lothlórien, welcome is something that shall always be found, whether in the beautiful Gardens of Lórien, stretched out upon the delightful Lawns of Lothlórien or frequenting the Lothlórien Hollow wherein a pleasant drink with good company always awaits a fair traveller or stranger.
~Rhîwithiliel
This has been a busy month in the White City. As this reporter has endeavored to catch up on all the happenings she missed while away to the south, and find out the entire scoop on what is going on now, so shall you receive a report on all I've discovered!
When the month began, Gondorians and friends could be seen climbing ladders and sliding down chutes in an effort to reach the top of the White Tower first! I waited up there with my faithful volunteers, Minion 1 and Minion 2, and happily welcomed Rochir, followed by Udan and Elenaran! You’ve never seen such pushing, shoving, sliding and hogtieing! Craziness to be sure - but loads of fun. No sooner had we eaten the cheese and drunk the ale than Minas Tirith came under siege. Siege I tell ya! Again, Gondorians and friends rose to the occasion and were able to hold off the bad guys! Rochir again was a hero and found himself well rewarded too. The latest competition is being held in the Pelennor. Minion 1 and Minion 2 had been trimming the hedges for ages until a beautiful maze was there to behold and become beholden to! Contestants seek the middle of the maze and are experiencing all sorts of inspirations of the “love sort” while doing it. A few have experienced my electric eel chair, but it was for their own good of course. It always is! Right now we have a few that are pretty close to their goal… We shall just see who gets there first!
Other competitions abound in the White City too. There is always a thief on the loose it seems! The terrible part is that normal, common, decent, upstanding citizens suddenly become suspects and are found to look very suspicious. Udan does a fine job trying to keep order to this madness! You are welcome to check it out sometime if you please. Just remember… Laie didn’t do it. Laie wasn’t near it nor has she even heard of it!
We welcomed the Cheetahs from your fair home this month and they sure caused a stink when they beat our Skunks at the races. No sooner had y’all gone till some slimy lava snakes appeared from Mordor and they also created quite a stink. I’m seriously thinking of making some athelas deodorizer if this keeps up!
There has been quite a scandal this past month as well. It seems there has been lots of name-calling going on. Yep… you heard me right! Name Calling! That Findy has gotten some voice activated software to save her ailing wrists. For some reason that I cannot comprehend it doesn’t seem to understand the names of Gondorians. Can you imagine? Why we have the most sensible names… It thinks I’m Violin When! Gah…. Here are some other names that you may or may not recognize: Nathan liaison to, Art in the lead when, tar Fay, tar Cano, dear Ian, Dyer rant here, order a silver Quill, or you may or sat still and, catch ran, alas a, knee enough, donuts are, ever rally in, tell that to Ella Darien, now are in, etc. You can find the answers and MORE name-calling in the thread called: Gone Door Ians Gong Wrong???
The Rangers have been as busy as always. They work very hard to keep the White City and Gondor safe. Word has it that two divisions are on their way to Imladris soon! At least that is what this reporter has heard and hopes. Keep an eye out. Keep both eyes out! There were some big changes in the command of the Rangers this month as Dirion stepped down and Arteris was appointed the new Ranger Commander. Arnyn will be his second in command. The Rangers remain in good hands and we are all very happy for them. The Captain of the Roquen was given a horn to use in case of need. This is similar to the Horn of Gondor that Boromir carried. Our hopes of course are that the horn need never be put to use!
The Marketplace has seen a busy month. There are new apprentices and lots of good shopping going on. Come by and stroll the second circle if you get a chance. Leave some of your money with us.
Minas Tirith’s library is always bustling with activity and learning just as the College in Minas Tirith is. Everyone is welcome to come and share his or her knowledge, research or learn with us. Classes are always open to newcomers and discussions are as well. We hope to see you there soon.
Well, I think I’ve rambled on long enough with this report. There is more happening in our fair City and much fun to be had. Stop in and say hello if you are in the area. I’ll give you a bottle of athelas breathmints!
With fondness and respect, ~Laielinwen
So you want to know more about the greatest Kingdom on Middle-earth which is of course Mordor? Well if you really want to know I’ll tell you. Well, first off our Lord Sauron has a new face, and the Witch-King of Angmar seems to have changed as well. Either way if you want your life to be spared from their wrath, you should visit the black lands and grovel before them! Perhaps if you grovel really well, they might spare your life. Coughnotcough.
Free-People of Middle-Earth beware! Mordor’s army is increasing daily and we have a few new positions in the ranks. Our new Lathaur is Inzilbeth, a terrifying minion, who causes terror in the hearts of all who oppose her. The new Gushir is one of the nine Nazgûl, by the name of Gashgul, while our new Maugan is a Barrow-Wight by the name of Gaurlukh, who knows no fear. Our army has grown powerful indeed, and we shall be attacking one of the kingdoms by the end of the month…but which kingdom is it?
What is there to do in Mordor, you might be thinking? Well I think the question is what isn’t there to do. The Black Market of Mordor is a great place to buy any Mordorian goods. They have meats, they have poisons, creepy pets, and a family of gangsters watching your every move…
Are you looking for a challenge? Do you love solving riddles, or are you perhaps a master of lore? Well, then the Towers of no Return is the place for you. Here creatures of all kinds take on the challenges’ of the tower of might, the tower of wisdom, and the tower of courage, to gain passage to the tower of heroes and become a legend.
In celebration of our (now ex-) ruler of Mordor, Túrin, the Túrin Olympics were created in his honor. There are three events of the Turin Olympics. First there is the Hockey games where teams of six compete for the championship. Next is the Túrin Media center (Minions only) where any creature of Sauron can grovel before his grotesque…I mean handsome face. Finally there is the Quintathlon, where a whole bunch of minions and free peoples compete for gold in many events such as skiing down Mt. Doom, skeleton down the towers of teeth and heck, even pair figure skating on Morgulduin!
There are many activities in Mordor, but why should I tell more about them to you? Go see for yourself…If you dare! Mwhahahahaha!
~Smaug the Gold
In other places, we have begun to get ready for our Cavalry to do some
Eored training with all the new members moving up in ranks. It should be a very exciting RPG setting, which will guarantee that all of us in the cavalry are prepared and ready if anything should arrise. The riders were split into three separate divisions, which allow Eastmarkers and others to get to know one another. After all, the Cavalry is one unit, no?
Onto sweeter tidings, namely getting the Mark ready for Valentine's Day. We set up a Valentine's Dance, which It appears to be going rather well. All races are welcome so there still is time if you can feel your feet ready to dance beneath you. Also, this month the Riddermark marketplace has been opening up new shops along the streets. Wonderful ones too, it appears. Do try and come down and get some of the items you are in need of - at the market you can find just about anything. In much warranted news, in the IK Poetry Competition , the Riddermark placed third in round 4 match 2. What a grand celebration that was. The teams were all fantastic, and their beautiful. Of course, you can still
write your favorite rider, visit his or her home in the Mark, or just browse the streets of Edoras and greet many new friends. Whatever you find delight in - we in Rohan welcome you. This is Goldmoon Dunami wishing you all the happiness you dream of and may Eru bless you all. Until next time. Fare well and may the winds always be at your back, the seas beneath your feet.
~Goldmoon Dunami
One of the most popular activities for the month of February was the Valentine Gifts that was put together by Podo Grubb, who even undertook the immense task of distributing the gifts! A couple of the newer activities included the Old Forest Camp out where folks from all over Middle Earth gather together for a camping trip in the Old Forest at the Bonfire Glade! Another is the newest Newbie RPG-Spring Planting. It's a place where the newest Shire additions can gather and develop their role playing skills as well as make new friends!
With Spring just around the corner, the Hobbits have been busy preparing their shops, homes, and gardens for the warmer season. Many fun Spring activities are going to be sprouting up and nearly everyone is welcome to participate so keep an eye out, the Shire has always been fond of visitors!
February has been a happier month for the Valar. Oromë has been released
from prison early, but he is still subject to a Community Punishment Order.
He has a curfew of 7pm, is banned from riding for another month, and has to
help other Valar with their rather more menial tasks. Firstly Oromë
assissted Yavanna and dug up her potatoes, though Yavanna was soon irritated
by his constant chanting of "Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew". Next on
the list is Ulmo and unblocking the drains. The watery Vala has been spotted
sticking some rather unpleasant things down them while cackling manically...
Estë swears her fountain is malfunctioning due to a lodged lobster. Much
cursing could be heard as Lorien tried to get it out. His fingers now
resemble sausages.
Elsewhere in Valinor the lovers have made up. Manwë soon got tired of
sulking on top of Taniquetil when Varda stopped making his dinner. After
Valentines day Vairë couldn't do anything but forgive Mandos. The doomsman
decorated his halls with hearts, painted everything pink and hung banners
with "I love you sweetie pie!" everywhere. On top of that he scattered roses
all over the floor and taught a flock of lovebirds to sing "Wind Beneath my
Wings" around the weaver. Needless to say the departed spirits weren't too
happy...
Nienna spent much of this month crying due to the fact she didn't get any
Valentines cards. Morgoth gave her a rose in an attempt to shut her up.
She's now got the wrong idea and thinks he has the hots for her (Now
we know why she spoke for him when the bad boy asked for the Valar's pardon)
Vána was very upset that Oromë didn't get her a Valentine's card, though, to
be fair, he has had a lot on his mind recently. More inexcusable is Tulkas
forgetting one for Nessa. He said that he was becoming forgetful thanks to
repeated bashings of his head. After coming out with that one he soon got
another bash to the head, care of Nessa's frying pan.
Vali Quote of the Month:
ecaps: The hats of the Istari are only Hallowe'en costumes, which they have
forgotten to take back to the shop.
~Alkthoniel
~Feowen
The Protection of Imladris
It is a well-known fact that more than swords and arrows protect Imladris. The power of Lord Elrond himself surrounds the Valley. However, only the Wise know the source of his great power: Vilya, the ring of Air, mightiest of the Three. The Three are the Rings of Power that Sauron never corrupted like he did with the 16 lesser rings that he gave to the Dwarves and Men. The Three were created by Celebrimbor himself, one of the greatest smiths of the Noldor, and these Three were the most powerful of the Rings of Power, save the One. And like I said, of these Three, none held greater power than Vilya.
The question that arises is how Elrond came to be in possession of such a powerful artefact. It was in fact not his at first. When Celebrimbor realised that the Rings he and his smiths had forged were in danger of being taken by Sauron, he quickly sent them elsewhere to be concealed, since he knew that Sauron would march straight at the realm of Eregion where the Rings were forged. Two of these Rings, Vilya and Narya, were sent to Lindon to the High King Gil-galad.
After the devastating war between Sauron and the Elves in the Second Age, in the years 1695-1701, Gil-galad desired to have another stronghold in Eriador to replace Eregion, which had been destroyed. It was around this time that Elrond founded the refuge of Imladris, where he gathered the survivors from Eregion. A council was held where it was determined that Imladris should be the new primary stronghold in Eriador, and Elrond was appointed to be Gil-galad’s viceroy. To strengthen his position, Gil-galad gave Elrond the Ring of Air, which has doubtlessly served Elrond well many times.
~ Aduchil
Did this riddle interest you? Well, there are a score and more waiting for you in the Conundrums of Arda thread, and all are welcome to join the game!
~Aduchil
Fëanor was one of the first to devise a writing system for the Elves. It was in later generations, however, that an Elf of no particular standing or importance in Imladris devised a writing system for his friends that was all done in math. Try your hand at reading this new math system by decoding a wizardly quote that is from The Lord of the Rings below – by going from math numbers to English letters. I have provided a few hints for you so that you may solve the puzzle. Enjoy!
~Istya Alassea
Previous installments:
Part the Fifteenth
The leaves had grown, the grass was long, ~Arlo Cúthalion
Some time ago, the residents of Imladris were turned into animals. I am certain the two of you will recall this unfortunate event. As everyone wailed and stared curiously at their newly grown paws or wings, I eventually realised that I was the unluckiest victim of this horrible prank, for I, being a very respectable Elf, was turned into a pink, furry rabbit - or as that raven liked to call me, a "foo foo bunny”.
You can only imagine the horror and disgust I experienced as I tried to walk with as much dignity as I could muster. Yet, I fell flat on my two rabbit feet, and was forced to… hop around like a normal bunny. As I passed by the Elf-turned animals, I could sense their amused gaze fall on my furry little tail and my twitching button nose. After a few minutes of silence, I decided I could not take the humiliation any more and hopped my way back to my burrow-, er, house. I felt a strong urge in my heart to nibble at some carrots and perhaps tunnel a bit – which I did in my garden.
I fell asleep after finishing my little burrow, and when I woke up, I discovered that once again, to my relief, I was an Elf! It was somewhat difficult for me to dig myself out, but I managed. There was more, however: to my most unpleasant surprise, I found my once dull looking and beautiful house turned into a mess! And there was a big pink sign on my front door, probably written by one of those pesky Elven children! Later, I heard to my great grief that the culprit behind this was Mithrandir – of all people! Though I swear that I shall never forgive the Elf who pushed the shiny red button after reading the sign that read DO NOT PUSH THIS BUTTON! I shall find it hard to ever find any forgiveness for Mithrandir in my heart.
After such a prank, I am scarred for life. Not only because I absently scratched my face with my fingers – the shadow of the foo foo shall linger on within me – but also because I had to endure hours upon hours of turmoil, being a bunny. I suggest a petition against this particular wizard, that he should never be welcome in the valley after embarrassing uncountable members of our society.
(For any questions about this petition, please follow the small trail beside the waterfall next to the- ah, never mind… the house with a big pink sign that reads The Bunny's Burrow)
Yours truly, ~Arwil
Who’s to blame Frodo for being that obedient?
~Feowen
Gone with the Wind ~ An Interview with Winddancer
She is a plaza veteran, whose name is known throughout all of Middle-earth. That is right, this month Gaelin got the fabulous opportunity of interviewing the plaza’s very own Winddancer!
A: I was googling for LotR related stuff, stumbled upon Bilbo’s test, signed up and have been here since. What keeps me here? My friends.
A: I was a Rivendell Elf and I thought Winddancer fitted to an Elf, and I like the name.
A: Well I joined my first RPG ever in Rivendell. I kind of helped starting it; it was a Newbie RPG, the first one ever. It started in OoME and then we begged to have it moved to the kingdom, and it was!
A: Yes, I love role playing evil, all of it really!
A: I became a ruler because I was active and worked hard. It was the greatest time of my plaza career to be chosen to be a ruler! I was a ruler for less than two months, so I didn’t do a whole lot. Though I did save the Riddles thread and a couple of other activities!
A: Working on the council and helping my best friend.
A: Well I became leader, though not by name, took over the running of it and saved it from dying out. I then trained a couple of people to be the ones to take it over. A couple of times that did not work out so well, but then I finally found Torni who is still running it.
A: Ohhh busted my hump in there, hehe. I was in charge of the European section, and I managed to get the plaza published in a Danish magazine as well as get it mentioned on a Canadian TV show. Though of course I sent a friend to do the latter, as there was no way I was I getting on TV!
A: Have fun! And don’t forget you friends! Resignations and Ascensions
This month held another one of those games of Musical Chairs that Valinor is
famous for.
Morgoth: Morgoth
Varda: Blackrose Bugg
Vána: Seregon
Estë: Luthy
Vairë: Brandybuck
Yavanna: Rohanna
Nienna: Fëawen
Nessa: Baelmyrrdn
Mahal: Dis
Mandos: Hoth
Tulkas: Collecthor
Manwë: Alkthoniel
Lórien: Arwe Thereyet
Newbie Perspective
The tower of Orthanc has been a bustle of activity this month. Gandalf and Saruman honored five new Istari by inducting them into the Order of Anor, the working society for members of the Isengard kingdom who have proven themselves through hard work over time to be dedicated and the kind of wizard we all aspire to be. These new members were Cabbage Duster, DayWalker, Simpsnim, Lirindil and Dagorthalion. They will join the rest of the Order in their endeavors to increase participation in the tower's activities, make sure the activities are all running smoothly, and discuss kingdom issues as well as coming up with new ideas.
The Golden Wood of late has been a place filled with enchantment and splendour, exactly the sort of thing, which is expected of the Galadhrim, since elegance and wonder are almost synonymous with the Elves of Lothlórien. 
Laielinwen
*Cackles*
Westu Hal, my friends, and mae govannen to all of you in the great land of Imladris this month. It is
with great honour and joy in my heart that I bring to you news from the lands of the Horse Lords.
This month a lot has happened. With the stepping down of Feawen as our King Eomer, none
other than Imbeannowyn will be taking the new King's place. There is a truly wonderful king in both of them, as each possess great qualities. Fëawen, as we all know, was with child - her baby just arrived this week, and what a hefty one too!
The Shire went through a nice remodelling this month and will continue to improve thanks to the efforts of mayors Tari and Anson. This month they put up a survey available to all hobbits who wanted to take it so that they could learn about what the hobbits would like to see done with the Shire and what they felt was already working. There was an excellent turn out which helped greatly, in considering in what direction to take the remodelling. Organizations and threads are now colour coded for easy directory and the welcome has been beautifully redesigned!
The Fall
On the clear Bruinen water.
Purple wounds of the trees
Are they? Or golden keys
Of the chambers of high lore?
Will you ever know more?
Each leaf its sacred sign bore
In the depth of its tender core.
Do you scent the trees’ sweet soul?
Do you know it from human’s one?
They had never felt the same,
No one ever saw a tree lame…
But you can’t say the same
About me - I’m just hurt
By these leaves, by this fall;
Wounded by you wooden bow,
For ever stuck in autumn.
Two Brothers
Brother and brother,
Blessed and cursed are we.
Our sons alike in fate and life,
One blessed, one cursed.
I died by my brother’s side,
And I lived where my brother died.
From my line came death and ruin,
From my line came the last salvation. 
Hints: F=10, H=1, 7=0, V=15
19 1 17 11 17 4 11 17 5 4 18 26
16 7 6 17 11 2 3 18 9 1 17
6 7 11 9 8 10 7 11 24 7 7 8
7 11 10 7 11 17 15 3 9
2 7 5 17 4 11 17 24 11 17 4 19 17 11
9 1 4 18 3 4 5
Surprise! There's more water in the old sponge. These are the memoirs of Lord Slosh, formerly Lord Eyebrows: a complete history of Imladris from its pink and glompable beginnings. The Lay of Imladris has been an ongoing feature since the very first issue of the Last Homely Herald.
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the Second. ~ Part
the Third ~ Part
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the Sixth ~ Part
the Seventh ~ Part
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the Ninth ~ Part
the Tenth ~ Part
the Eleventh ~ Part
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the Fourteenth
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the Fifteenthh
The daffodils were tall and fair,
And in their midst Tara had seen
An Elf in shadow shimmering.
Eithil was gard'ning there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And petals and leaves were in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
Letter to the Editors
Dear Editors of the Last Homely Herald,
The Ever-so Dignified Elf
Frodo's Obedience
Bag End. Gandalf retells Frodo the story of the One Ring, and to prove his words puts on the ring. Nothing happens. Gandalf gets angry, turns to Frodo and says: “Go, throw this rubbish away, may it burn!”
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