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drew their weapons; all filthy fifteen of them, only to reveal that they were armad with what looked like oversized kitchen utinsils. Then they all started roaring, with glee, as they gloated over their apparent victim... namely, Mythri.
"Get 'er!" said Lip-Licker, who seemebeats in the earth; someone was coming. They were coming at a gallop; they would be there soon. It was only one rider, she now learned, as she slashed through another of the vile creatures. Male too, she decided, as she whirled about to parry a blow aimed at her upper back. Talk about back-stabbers. The rider was coming unusually fast, she noted as she paused, just long enough to see a white streak on the horizon. It was also just long enough, to get stabbed in the shoulder, by one of the things. That hurt.She whirled to kill the culprit, but found, to her surprise, that they were all running away. Then she noticed the magical aura behind her.. She whipped around, to find d to be their leader, brandishing a large fork.
Mythri wished she could use her magic, but that she couldn't; she could only use her powers to protect another, it was one of the few limitations she had as a Watcher. She made wide arc, with the sword, wishing, for all she was worth, that she could have some help. She made another sweep, this time managing to knock one out. This made the other fourteen all the angrier, which didnt help, at all.
She felt hoof what looked like an old man, behind her, astride a great horse. The magic she felt in him, was of course, enough to prove he wasn't human; but that still left the question of what he was.
"Who are you?" she asked, having found strait-forwardness to have worked on more than one occasion.
"I have many names," said the rider. "Supose you tell me your's."
"I asked first... but I guess, if you'll agree to tell me your's, I can tell you
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano We Can't Tell Right from Wrong
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picked Frodo up and sat him on his knee in a fatherly gesture. Frodo cried into the old Wizard’s chest loudly. He couldn’t control it anymore. He ha that could be done.’ Gandalf helped himself to a banana. He couldn’t really stomach anything else. After a while he spoke again, ‘I think we had better leave him alone for a while until he is ready to come out. But Bilbo if you wouldn’t mind sending messages to him and such that would be very helpful. As we know you have left many things behind.’Bilbo had stopped eating and was now fiddling with his fingers and looking at the ground. He had tears in his eyes. ‘I will do what I must to make him feel better until the end of my days.’ He said after a while.When everyone had finished eating, Bilbo decided to go and check d to let it out if he were to move on with his life.
After a while when Frodo had quieted down, Gandalf set him upon his bed and soon fell asleep. Gandalf put a light blanket over him and shut the creaking door as quietly as he could.
Elrond, Bilbo and Galadriel were sitting down at a small table and eating from a small bowl of fruit and talking. Gandalf sat down with a sad face.
‘How is Frodo, Gandalf?’ Elrond asked after a while, putting a grape in his mouth.
‘I have never seen the lad so devastated. It breaks my heart to see him so sad. But he knows that it’s for the best and that there was nothing elseon his cousin. Frodo was lying on his back and he had just closed his eyes when he heard the door open. As much as Frodo loved Bilbo, he would have preferred to be left alone but he knew that Bilbo thought he was doing what was best.
picked Frodo up and sat him on his knee in a fatherly gesture. Frodo cried into the old Wizard’s chest loudly. He couldn’t control it anymore. He ha that could be done.’ Gandalf helped himself to a banana. He couldn’t really stomach anything else. After a while he spoke again, ‘I think we had better leave him alone for a while until he is ready to come out. But Bilbo if you wouldn’t mind sending messages to him and such that would be very helpful. As we know you have left many things behind.’Bilbo had stopped eating and was now fiddling with his fingers and looking at the ground. He had tears in his eyes. ‘I will do what I must to make him feel better until the end of my days.’ He said after a while.When everyone had finished eating, Bilbo decided to go and check d to let it out if he were to move on with his life.
After a while when Frodo had quieted down, Gandalf set him upon his bed and soon fell asleep. Gandalf put a light blanket over him and shut the creaking door as quietly as he could.
Elrond, Bilbo and Galadriel were sitting down at a small table and eating from a small bowl of fruit and talking. Gandalf sat down with a sad face.
‘How is Frodo, Gandalf?’ Elrond asked after a while, putting a grape in his mouth.
‘I have never seen the lad so devastated. It breaks my heart to see him so sad. But he knows that it’s for the best and that there was nothing elseon his cousin. Frodo was lying on his back and he had just closed his eyes when he heard the door open. As much as Frodo loved Bilbo, he would have preferred to be left alone but he knew that Bilbo thought he was doing what was best.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano Heartbreak Hotel
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young Elves who were purs broken arm, Legolas! Do not exert –”“It’s no use, Elrond; they’re too far to hear you.”The Lord of Imladris shook his head with an expression of resignation.“With all due respect, Lindariel, your son is the most unsatisfactory patient I have ever had to treat in my life. And that is even including the twins and Gil-galad.”“Elrohir!” Legolas shouted furiously as he and Elladan ran into the trees. “You know you cannot hide!”There was no response. Elladan shifted his weight, reaching for his bowuing him ran down the stairs. One was dark-haired and identical to Elrohir, the other blond. They, unlike their quarry, were armed with bows and had full quivers, which explained how he had managed to get such a head start.
“Remember that Elrohir is expected to meet the messenger from Mithlond tomorrow,” the Master of Imladris called after them as they flew to the door. “I want him fit.”
“Do not worry, hîr nîn,” the blond Elf shouted over his shoulder. “No lasting physical damage, I guarantee it!”
“You are still recovering from your.
“He must have taken to the trees,” he murmured.
“That will not help him,” Legolas whispered. He looked around to see if
young Elves who were purs broken arm, Legolas! Do not exert –”“It’s no use, Elrond; they’re too far to hear you.”The Lord of Imladris shook his head with an expression of resignation.“With all due respect, Lindariel, your son is the most unsatisfactory patient I have ever had to treat in my life. And that is even including the twins and Gil-galad.”“Elrohir!” Legolas shouted furiously as he and Elladan ran into the trees. “You know you cannot hide!”There was no response. Elladan shifted his weight, reaching for his bowuing him ran down the stairs. One was dark-haired and identical to Elrohir, the other blond. They, unlike their quarry, were armed with bows and had full quivers, which explained how he had managed to get such a head start.
“Remember that Elrohir is expected to meet the messenger from Mithlond tomorrow,” the Master of Imladris called after them as they flew to the door. “I want him fit.”
“Do not worry, hîr nîn,” the blond Elf shouted over his shoulder. “No lasting physical damage, I guarantee it!”
“You are still recovering from your.
“He must have taken to the trees,” he murmured.
“That will not help him,” Legolas whispered. He looked around to see if
Jack Vettriano Midnight Blue
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the final chapter of the story I was writing. I hope that you have enjoyed this short story. EnjoyTrue Strength
Legolas lay in bed. He gazed at the stars, glistening in the sky. A smile crept onto his pale lips. Haldir sat on the chair next to Legolas. He you expect me to believe that?”“In all the years is have known you Haldir, you’ve never believed me. Even when I was telling the truth.” Said Legolas as he gave Haldir a weak smile.“That is true my friend.” Said Haldir as he let out a small laugh.“Haldir, I shall be leaving with the fellowship.”“Why?” Haldir gave his friend a quizzical look“I made a promise to Frodo to protect him. Ihad been livid when he had found Legolas sleeping on a tree next to Aragorn.
“Did he come and get you?” said Haldir suddenly.
Legolas looked at Haldir in surprise.
“No I went to him. It took all my strength to make it to that tree.” Said Legolas in reply
“Do shall honour that promise.”
Haldir nodded as he looked down to his hands. He was disappointed.
Haldir and Legolas had been friends since childhood but they truly became close when Legolas saved Haldir. Haldir had been wounded in battle. Legolas’ father had been ordered to leave the elf and carry on fighting and leave Haldir, but
the final chapter of the story I was writing. I hope that you have enjoyed this short story. EnjoyTrue Strength
Legolas lay in bed. He gazed at the stars, glistening in the sky. A smile crept onto his pale lips. Haldir sat on the chair next to Legolas. He you expect me to believe that?”“In all the years is have known you Haldir, you’ve never believed me. Even when I was telling the truth.” Said Legolas as he gave Haldir a weak smile.“That is true my friend.” Said Haldir as he let out a small laugh.“Haldir, I shall be leaving with the fellowship.”“Why?” Haldir gave his friend a quizzical look“I made a promise to Frodo to protect him. Ihad been livid when he had found Legolas sleeping on a tree next to Aragorn.
“Did he come and get you?” said Haldir suddenly.
Legolas looked at Haldir in surprise.
“No I went to him. It took all my strength to make it to that tree.” Said Legolas in reply
“Do shall honour that promise.”
Haldir nodded as he looked down to his hands. He was disappointed.
Haldir and Legolas had been friends since childhood but they truly became close when Legolas saved Haldir. Haldir had been wounded in battle. Legolas’ father had been ordered to leave the elf and carry on fighting and leave Haldir, but
Monday, May 11, 2009
Jack Vettriano an Imperfect past
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I just fell through some weird light-vortex thing, landing in a world that shouldn’t exist with a vapid, egotistical, wannabe-princess, was almost killed and have absolutely no camping supplies. Otherwise, I’m fantastic."
The poor elf looked kind of stunned. I sighed, that might have come out a little too sarcastic.
"I’m sorry. It seems like I’m always snapping at you. It’s just been a rough day. Not to mention the pain in my shoulder is kind of setting me on edge," I said, giving him an apologetic smile.
He smiled back. "I can’t do much abcan’t accept this if it is your only blanket.""Don’t worry about it. You need it more than I do. After all, you’ve had a rough day."I blushed. He was teasing me and I knew it. But I still couldn’t help feeling a little bit guilty. I mean here I was complaining to him about my day, when his had been equally tough. It’s not everyday you battle Orcs and find out your world is a fairytale to humans thousands of years in the future. out you ending up here or your traveling companion. But I can help with the pain and your lack of traveling supplies."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, just hold on a moment." He got up and walked over to what I assumed to be his traveling gear, pulled a few things out, then walked back. "Here," he said, while handing me a blanket and a mat, "it’s not much, but it should keep you warm."
"Thanks. But I Alright, the Orcs may be a more common occurrence, but definitely not the second part.
"Here, drink this. It should dull the pain." He handed me a cup filled with a greenish-brown liquid. Why it is that all pain medication has to look, smell, and taste absolutely disgusting is beyond me.
"Do I even want to know what this is?" I asked, peering into the cup.
I just fell through some weird light-vortex thing, landing in a world that shouldn’t exist with a vapid, egotistical, wannabe-princess, was almost killed and have absolutely no camping supplies. Otherwise, I’m fantastic."
The poor elf looked kind of stunned. I sighed, that might have come out a little too sarcastic.
"I’m sorry. It seems like I’m always snapping at you. It’s just been a rough day. Not to mention the pain in my shoulder is kind of setting me on edge," I said, giving him an apologetic smile.
He smiled back. "I can’t do much abcan’t accept this if it is your only blanket.""Don’t worry about it. You need it more than I do. After all, you’ve had a rough day."I blushed. He was teasing me and I knew it. But I still couldn’t help feeling a little bit guilty. I mean here I was complaining to him about my day, when his had been equally tough. It’s not everyday you battle Orcs and find out your world is a fairytale to humans thousands of years in the future. out you ending up here or your traveling companion. But I can help with the pain and your lack of traveling supplies."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, just hold on a moment." He got up and walked over to what I assumed to be his traveling gear, pulled a few things out, then walked back. "Here," he said, while handing me a blanket and a mat, "it’s not much, but it should keep you warm."
"Thanks. But I Alright, the Orcs may be a more common occurrence, but definitely not the second part.
"Here, drink this. It should dull the pain." He handed me a cup filled with a greenish-brown liquid. Why it is that all pain medication has to look, smell, and taste absolutely disgusting is beyond me.
"Do I even want to know what this is?" I asked, peering into the cup.
Jack Vettriano Strangers In The Night
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the day after graduation just about the entire senior class was throwing some sort of graduation party that Friday night. I decided I did not want to go for the look that screamed “I’m the lead singer of a grunge band” and promptly rolled out of bed to take a shower and get ready to go out that night.
Needless to say by the time I made it downstairs my mom was just a tad put out (which would explain the sarcasm).
“Decided to join the realm of the living?” she asked.
Not to be out done I responded, “I figured I shouldn’t deprive you lesser beings of my exalted presence for too long, lest you forget how amazing I am.” This, apparently, was not the right response because my mother began to ream me out about how much I had to do before I left with my father and stepmother to stay with them in Tennessee for the summer. (Yes my parents are divorced, no my stepmother is not evil). I resisted the temptation to be particularly nasty and comment on how glad I was about my impending freedom, and instead focused on nodding and saying, “Yes, ma’am” in all the right places.
Once my mother was done, I was allowed (barely) to go out to retrieve a few last minute graduation gifts. I returned home to discover my sister, Jessie, had gone to a friend’s house and my mother was out with friends. “Great, I finally have the house all to my self and I’m not even able to enjoy it. Blasted graduation parties. Which reminds me…” I checked the time and realized I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up and wrap my recently purchased gifts.
Weighted down with gifts, my purse, and a suitcase (I would be staying with my dad while he was in town before we all left for Tennessee) I bar was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I would be on the West Coast. As a result, things had been a little tense at home between the two of us. I took a deep breath, and without really thinking about it, whispered, “I wish I could just escape.” (Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Note to self: Never, ever make another wish again. No birthday candles, no shooting stars, nothing. Nada, zip.)And just like that, without any warning, I blacked out.I woke to the sounds of a forest (you know chirping birds, wind in the trees, etc.). Wait a second; sounds of the forest? I don’t live near the woods. With that thoughtely managed to make it out to my car. Before I got in the car, I took a moment to look up at the stars. It’s kind of a habit of mine; I have always favored the nighttime because everything seems more peaceful. And lately, my life was anything but peaceful. I had a lot to do in preparation for college, especially since I was moving from one coast to the other. Which just made it even harder on my family, and I could tell my mom my eyes flew open and I sat up fast, too fast.
“Oh, man, my head. I should not have done that. Definitely should not have done that,” I moaned while slowly lying back down.
“Does your head hurt? Are you injured?” said a voice from somewhere on my left
the day after graduation just about the entire senior class was throwing some sort of graduation party that Friday night. I decided I did not want to go for the look that screamed “I’m the lead singer of a grunge band” and promptly rolled out of bed to take a shower and get ready to go out that night.
Needless to say by the time I made it downstairs my mom was just a tad put out (which would explain the sarcasm).
“Decided to join the realm of the living?” she asked.
Not to be out done I responded, “I figured I shouldn’t deprive you lesser beings of my exalted presence for too long, lest you forget how amazing I am.” This, apparently, was not the right response because my mother began to ream me out about how much I had to do before I left with my father and stepmother to stay with them in Tennessee for the summer. (Yes my parents are divorced, no my stepmother is not evil). I resisted the temptation to be particularly nasty and comment on how glad I was about my impending freedom, and instead focused on nodding and saying, “Yes, ma’am” in all the right places.
Once my mother was done, I was allowed (barely) to go out to retrieve a few last minute graduation gifts. I returned home to discover my sister, Jessie, had gone to a friend’s house and my mother was out with friends. “Great, I finally have the house all to my self and I’m not even able to enjoy it. Blasted graduation parties. Which reminds me…” I checked the time and realized I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up and wrap my recently purchased gifts.
Weighted down with gifts, my purse, and a suitcase (I would be staying with my dad while he was in town before we all left for Tennessee) I bar was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I would be on the West Coast. As a result, things had been a little tense at home between the two of us. I took a deep breath, and without really thinking about it, whispered, “I wish I could just escape.” (Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Note to self: Never, ever make another wish again. No birthday candles, no shooting stars, nothing. Nada, zip.)And just like that, without any warning, I blacked out.I woke to the sounds of a forest (you know chirping birds, wind in the trees, etc.). Wait a second; sounds of the forest? I don’t live near the woods. With that thoughtely managed to make it out to my car. Before I got in the car, I took a moment to look up at the stars. It’s kind of a habit of mine; I have always favored the nighttime because everything seems more peaceful. And lately, my life was anything but peaceful. I had a lot to do in preparation for college, especially since I was moving from one coast to the other. Which just made it even harder on my family, and I could tell my mom my eyes flew open and I sat up fast, too fast.
“Oh, man, my head. I should not have done that. Definitely should not have done that,” I moaned while slowly lying back down.
“Does your head hurt? Are you injured?” said a voice from somewhere on my left
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Administration of Justice
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that Logan had been one of the main players who’d destroyed Magneto’s abilities, at least temporarily. If only those damn scientists had invented a ‘cure’ for mutation that was a bit longer lasting, as in permanent, then they wouldn’t have had to deal with the same metal mangling militant mutant again.
The wind rushed past his ears, ripping through his tightly curled hair with the two peaks like the ears of a wolverine. He expected to hit concrete any moment, but instead, he found his fall cushioned by a mound of soft vegetation.his cheeks were months of stubble. ‘The guy needs an electric razor.’ It was too dark to make out any other features.“Who the hell are you?” Logan demanded out loud. “And you might want to get that thing away from me.” He glanced pointedly at the sword.“I should be the one asking the questions,” said the man. He paid no heed to Logan’s warnings. “Who are you? I saw you falling out of thin air. Where do you come from? Who do you work for? What is your business here?”“Hold it! A man’s brain can only process so much at a time, for
Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts. The sky above him was riddled with stars. That didn't look too much like the sky which he had known in New York, although, truth be told, he wasn't much of an astronomer. He was so dizzy from his fall and his near death experience. He hadn’t even gotten to his feet when he felt the edge of a cold steel blade against his throat. He glanced down and vaguely registered that it looked like a sword. ‘Who on earth uses swords?’ he thought. He glanced up. Standing above him was a tall man with greasy long dark hair threaded with silver. On God’s sake!” said Logan irritably. What was this, the Spanish Inquisition? As if getting thrown off the Empire State Building by that metal mangling militant mutant was not enough, he was now being threatened and interrogated by a madman with a sword who dressed like Robin Hood. ‘Count to ten, Logan,’ he told
that Logan had been one of the main players who’d destroyed Magneto’s abilities, at least temporarily. If only those damn scientists had invented a ‘cure’ for mutation that was a bit longer lasting, as in permanent, then they wouldn’t have had to deal with the same metal mangling militant mutant again.
The wind rushed past his ears, ripping through his tightly curled hair with the two peaks like the ears of a wolverine. He expected to hit concrete any moment, but instead, he found his fall cushioned by a mound of soft vegetation.his cheeks were months of stubble. ‘The guy needs an electric razor.’ It was too dark to make out any other features.“Who the hell are you?” Logan demanded out loud. “And you might want to get that thing away from me.” He glanced pointedly at the sword.“I should be the one asking the questions,” said the man. He paid no heed to Logan’s warnings. “Who are you? I saw you falling out of thin air. Where do you come from? Who do you work for? What is your business here?”“Hold it! A man’s brain can only process so much at a time, for
Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts. The sky above him was riddled with stars. That didn't look too much like the sky which he had known in New York, although, truth be told, he wasn't much of an astronomer. He was so dizzy from his fall and his near death experience. He hadn’t even gotten to his feet when he felt the edge of a cold steel blade against his throat. He glanced down and vaguely registered that it looked like a sword. ‘Who on earth uses swords?’ he thought. He glanced up. Standing above him was a tall man with greasy long dark hair threaded with silver. On God’s sake!” said Logan irritably. What was this, the Spanish Inquisition? As if getting thrown off the Empire State Building by that metal mangling militant mutant was not enough, he was now being threatened and interrogated by a madman with a sword who dressed like Robin Hood. ‘Count to ten, Logan,’ he told
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