But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him. Continue reading →
I am surprised as I’m listening to the fellowship of the rings how often my brain goes to Lotro maps rather than the movie.
tom bombadil and •
the daughter of the river •
all the love needed. Continue reading →
I feel like I’m swimming in a roiling sea full of words. Wonderful, arcane, English-majorish, bet you’ll have to look up that one and double-dog dare you to try and pronounce this one, words. Continue reading →
This arrived in my mailbox just in time form national poetry month. Looks like a treasure and it was oh so carefully wrapped in a page from a 1989’s Rand McNally Atlas and then a mailer of recycled cardboard. Well … Continue reading →
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?
