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Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
12:43 pm
I have a LOTR fansite in need of some fanmade graphics..if you're interested please visit my site (www.freewebs.com/lord_of_the_rings16/) and contact me. Thanks!!!

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Friday, February 25th, 2005
3:37 pm
Title: The Lord of the Rings REWRITE!

{Sauron strides onto the battlefield}
{Orcs cheer}
Sauron: {Bows} Oh thank you thank you! (Shows his ring) Look, I didn’t drop it this time! {Starts laughing evilly} Die! {Starts killing people by shooting rays out of the ring}
Elrond: (Confused) Is that even possible from the Ring?
Random Man: {Shrugs}
Elrond: (Dreamy eyes) Awesome.

Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my wonderful!
{Ring bites him}
Gollum: Bad wonderful! {Chucks it at wall}

To read more of this hilarious rewrite of the classic Lord of the Rings story please join 'nightly_stories'

Every week a new chapter will be uploaded with pictures to go along with it. Please leave any comments/questionsreviews in a response to the update!

Please get all your friends to join the community to read this wonderful once in a life time story.

~ Kelsey & Lady Riniel of nightly_stories
Sunday, March 14th, 2004
8:51 pm
Creoso Mellonamin
An earthly sigh awakens the mind as the sun crawls over the far hills....a crow calls.

The storm had not quite unleashed full wrath on the land....it is bizarrely peaceful now, the rain has ceased, the morning dew glitters on the fine bladed grass.

My feet are sore...I have mended my left boot by binding the flapping sole with woven twine, the spare twine I would have used on my bow.

Emerging from the badger sett, two sights befall my eyes.

One, a dusky glade of shadow creeping over the sodden road, the other, the creature who owns the shadow, a bold and lonesome beast, a strolling horse.

**He is a white stallion, of blackened feet and starlit eyes, a gentle yarn and passive guise.
A softened tread, a wilder heart, a creature of a surefoot start.

I call him to me, I whisper gently, for such a burden, I offer him my life and in return a life to give, a service for that life to live.**

Now treading on a soft unstable ground, myself, bear load on the horse who carries such light of freedom, no mortal load could swing the beast to fear for strain.

**He speaks a voice so quiet and true, if you listen he'll speak to you, for on that brow, upon the time of elves and men,
he'll speak his name, Orn Elen.**

As the day breathes deep, we shall make our way to the valleys, a new friend, a new beginning.

Current Mood: peaceful
Sunday, February 29th, 2004
8:25 pm
I look down at my sodden feet, the mudslides crawling down the hills I have climbed, and think to myself that a rest is in hand. The wind is wailing relentlessly around me, the rain forges in swarms at my face, one wave after another. Icy cold.

I take shelter in a disused badger sett sheltered in thick foliage at the edge of the valley. It is small and dark inside, with a dank, yet warm smell arising from the damp earth underfoot.

As the night blackens, I hear the tortured souls of the world reel in the swirling clouds. Conquering the thin film of sunset left on the horizon.

I curl into a ball and spend the night staring through the gaps of the sett, at the howling storm above, it searches for me in the bleak.

Current Mood: tired
Monday, February 9th, 2004
9:00 am
Right. I am prepared. I have the breeze at my back and the flight of thunder. I have left the fire to burn out in the biting cold of the early morning, and have set off on foot to the valley. In the distance, clouds are rising and forming new terrors. Of blacken hearted storms and guilted crows which look upon the fear of flight.

This day shall be a dark one. Of mist and mud and upward hills. I have no time for food.

I am walking at a fair pace now, over softened terrain which begs my boots to stay longer.

The first clap of thunder rode like an army over the far mountains, plunging down into the valley ahead and grimaced with a mighty howl. It will not reach me for a few good miles yet, but I fear the sweeping gales are forging ahead, ready to undo all that I have travelled.

I march on. Against the building wind and rain, I march on.

Current Mood: hopeful
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004
8:53 pm
Quel kaima, Tenna' san'
"Dear log.
I have planned my journey through these lands as best as my memory lends me. I must take the South West route through the valley to regain a foothold on the road back into my realm. Past that, used to lie the Inbox, but now that has been removed and reforged by the demons that herald lordship over Messanger Wastelands.

Pain of Death meets those who wander off the track. And a cut webserver. That cannot be accepted.

I shall, from there, make a campsite in the patch of Roachvein thickets on the hill.

Pending my survival, after that, I will continue my journey as best suits according to upcoming events.

For now, I shall pack my few possessions and re-fletch my arrows, for the mornings grow weary under blank weather. The blizzards are failing.

Current Mood: pensive
Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
8:47 pm
Tenna' tul're, tula, hama neva i’naur
"Dear log....

The wretched smell of mortality is beginning to seep into my heart. Death is not something an elf usually has to face in the ages of this world...but now I am beginning to understand its purpose.

I came to reason sometime in the midst of last night, following a waking dream of conflict and survival. I started to look again to the light and disregard the adopted darkness. I have built a fire. It is small and flickers in the breeze, but it stands out against the bleakest of days. Before the worst of winter falls, I am setting off on a journey to reclaim the lands of my home from destruction.

No more shall I greive. No more shall I slip into shadow. For there is a hope inside us all. A hope that only glows in your darkest hours. And only some of us have the strength to grasp at it.

For this night, as a blizzard crashes into the worn rock of my shelter, I plan my escape..."

Current Mood: determined
Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
10:58 am
History of exile II
There it was, a rising gloom. Thousands upon thousands of hoardes shook the tranquility. The minions breeched the forest walls and slaughtered.

The slaughtered which lie sleeping, that which stood in fear, that which run, that which flew and that which held up his ground.

Death came to the brace of elves, bar one. The valley of shadow became his refuge, the forests of grey held his presence, the caves of long since desertion took him from the roving herds.

And now he sits, endlessly listening in a whirl of growing madness, listening, harking on the outside gloom and waiting. Just waiting as his soul slips into darkness.

Current Mood: aggravated
10:00 am
Hi, i'm new here! I joined your community 'coz I love elves and... Well, I guess that's enough =)

Current Mood: excited
Monday, January 12th, 2004
6:44 pm
I want to tell you a tale.

Once in a land far far away, lived a peaceful brace of elves. Harvests came and went, and the ground lie still.

One summer eve, a dark wisp of cloud breeched the setting horizon and swirled toward the forest dwelling.

Its height and mass grew, unnerving those who dared to look upon it, those who dared to theoreticise its movement. Days and nights fell past, before long, the cloud became an overbearing mass of shadow. Sun rose, sun set. The ground began to thunder underfoot.

Armies of darkness were on the move. The peace of the elves was shattered....

next installment soon.

Current Mood: distressed
Sunday, January 11th, 2004
5:53 pm
There is no hope without failure, no failure without hope.
Unsettled nightmares of a senseless fate.

Current Mood: cynical
Monday, January 5th, 2004
12:36 pm
Failing Hopes of Unguided Elves.
A raven swoops, on endless dreams of death playing in the yard of mortality. Answers not yet sought but burdened by fear creep in the gloom. They whisper.

I've fallen from the grace of elves, my light of life has burned me. Now I slink beneath the trees listening to the growing wrath of the night. The shadows now bind my soul and hide me from the peircing sunlight. I fear that, the bleeding and ragged hands behind which I cower are the beginnings of my undoing.

Why, why have I taken up flight from the sun and seek only the darkness which once haunted my footsteps?

It is my fear that I have passed from a world of hope and determination into that of despair and angst. The claws of mortality may yet reach me...

And still, it calls to me, the haunting bells of fallen angels rings my name. They whisper to me.

Current Mood: predatory
Monday, December 29th, 2003
10:27 am
...oi, well, just watching, mostly... I'm a lurker from way back

Current Mood: shy
12:39 pm
Merging nightmares, a reality untold
Diary of a stranded elf part something I can't recall,

Dear log, The fires that burn in the depths of hell can't warm my soul to my surroundings. I have lost all track of time and my place in this swirl of terror, but what is this? A flame? A lonely flame in the distance, smiting the blackness of the night?

Or am I mistake? If not, bring forth and (though not surrender your light) sit with me and stay by my side.

The perils that lie beyond the forests are none to take lightheartedly, ne'ertheless, I remain amongst the trees now, their low song bades a welcome I fear to comprehend. But I remain.

Current Mood: scared
Saturday, December 20th, 2003
8:24 pm
"Dear log,

It draws closer, the cold, winter is most definately upon us. I am in the most darkest of caves, a place I fear yet am compelled to remain within, for there be no friendly beings in the thick woodlands which surround the blackened lagoon.

my light is out. I retreat for the night."

Current Mood: scared
Monday, December 8th, 2003
9:52 am
Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
A darkness creeps in on my senses. Something is watching. Something knows I'm here. It couldn't be Russel Crowe in suspenders, could it?? That got your attention.

"Dear log,

The days and nights are beginning to merge, I have lost all sense of time and space, my mind wanders in and out of an endless cascade of madness and retrieval. I have no matches left to light my lamp, no food in my stomach and less water in my flask, as I have lost the comprehension to relocate the source of water. I fear this may be the end. Someone once said to me 'there is always hope' I wonder what happened to that? I will soldier on."

Current Mood: crushed
Friday, December 5th, 2003
11:47 am
Nad no ennas!
"Diary of a stranded elf part 111"

'Dear log,
Today I found a new place to rest my aching feet after all the wandering through mirky cyberspace...Yet as the darkness falls, the flame of my candle grows weary and flickers with a lost hope. I have discovered some life...small insignificant demons haunt the outer bridges of the Eastern mountains...but life I dare not venture to befriend...

Nevertheless, I have patched up the hole in my quiver with the end of my shirt, it'll stop the arrows from falling out at least. I see not, the flame has died. I bid ye all farewell and pray I make it through the dark night that lies ahead....'

Current Mood: determined
Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003
8:53 pm
An Lema........
'Log of a stranded elf'

"Day fifteen...I have located a good supply of water, west of my inbox...there still is no sign of the natives and I have wandered this deserted place many a night, restless in the hope of being accompanied by a fellow traveller, but yet, none have appeared..I sense only that I have drifted from a timeless and dimensionless existance into one of pure isolation...."


Current Mood: exhausted
10:11 am
Where are all the elf-friends???

As I seem to be completely dominating this community...I feel I should contribute a bit better by updating today...although I doubt anyone even is bothered by my presence as I haven't had my marching orders yet....

Is there ANYONE else out there who wants to be in this community? I should be most grateful of the company, t'is fairly lonely still in here...I feel like I'm writing in a diary while lost on a desert island...I might keep that theme up if no-one joins me.....

'Dear log, have been trapped in the wilderness for several days now, running out of food and water...the place is rather blank but heralds an iridescence unlike that of the natural world...am wondering if this is all real....'

For the nest installment, please comment:):):):):)

Current Mood: creative
Monday, November 24th, 2003
7:25 pm
Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?
Haha! I laugh, but still it feels disturbingly empty....Won't anyone join me in this desert of a community? I swear to befriend all whom offer a kind word (or a candy stick...no Gandalfs please)
And if there is anyone out there looking for a shaky little elf...well, I'm your go-to guy! (or gal, but it doesn't sound right)...But I have the pointy ears. And that's the truth:):):)

Current Mood: cheerful
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