Chapter Twelve
Öjevind Lång
BOOK I, CHAPTER XII: FLIGHT TO THE FORD
When Frodo came to he was still clutching the folded letter desperately. His
companions were stumbling around, feeling for him and cursing him quite
vividly.
"Frodo? Fro-o-do?"
"Frodo! Frodo! Where is that addlepate?"
"Master Frodo! Master! Oh, Frodo, me dear, me dear! This is your Sam
calling for you! You still owe me two weeks' wages, dammit!"
"You should have agreed to suck his fingers", mumbled Strider.
"You're a fine one to scold!" flared Sam, whose suspicions of Strider had
been amply confirmed. "Don't you think I realize you helped those Riders
find us? Did they bribe you to do so?"
"Er... yes", said Stider. "I have to get money from somewhere, and you
cheapskates are not directly assisting."
"Traitor!" shouted Frodo. They all turned towards the sound of his voice.
"All right, Frodo", said Morrie coldly. "You can take off the Ring now."
Frodo obliged and said accusingly to Strider: "I trusted you to take us to
Rivendell!"
"And I will", said Strider unconcernedly. "But you can't blame me if I
earn a bit of money on the way. Well, you can if you want to, but I couldn't
care less. And now that they have given you that piece of paper I think the
Nazdaq will leave us alone for a while."
"Yes, the paper!" shouted Pipsqueak. "What is that piece of paper you hold
in your hand? Tell us what that paper is! What's on that paper? Tell us,
tell us, tell us!"
Frodo gave him a tired glance. "You're an even bigger nuisance than that
half-brother of yours, Fatty Bolger", he said.
"Well, what is it, anyway?" asked Morrie.
Frodo ground his teeth. "It's a letter from a law firm called Goatleg,
Goose & Gander", he answered. "They inform me that my distant relative Hippo
Baggins has died and left me his estate by Lake Nurnen, and his title. (He
belonged to a southern branch of hobbits.) He was terribly rich, being a
racist slave-trader in Haradrim and Easterlings, and I am now Sir Frodo
Baggins of Moneybags Hall, Nurnenshire."
"Well, what's so awful about that?" demanded Morrie. "A nice estate in
Mordor is nothing to turn up your nose at, particularly since you can't ever
return to the Shire. The creditors Gandalf got for you would tear you to
pieces."
"Of course I want the estate!" shouted Frodo. "But the paper says I must
appear in the local court in Mordor within two weeks after receiving this
paper, or else forfeit my inheritance! It will go to the state, that is to
say to Sauron, instead" He turned accusingly towards Strider. "That's why
the Black Riders really tried to get hold of me! They are working for
Sauron. AND YOU HELPED THEM!"
"For a consideration", said Strider calmly. "And for a consideration, I'll
help you come into your inheritance."
"But I have to get to that court within two weeks!" stormed Frodo. "And
there is no way I can do that, unless the Eagles carry me there." He
stopped, obviously struck by an idea. Then he said to Strider: "Would the
Eagles do that? Could you summon them -"
"No", said Strider decisively. "The eagles will NOT carry you to Mordor.
They are not some kind of talking aircabs. But if you get to Rivendell
within two weeks, El Rond, as a local magistrate, can grant you a deferment
about appearing at that court. I'll help you get to Rivendell in time, if
you'll just sign this little IOU." He held forth a piece of paper. Frodo
took it, read it and reeled backwards with a shout.
"Fifty thousand gold coins! You want fifty thousand gold coins to help me
get there in time!"
"And it's legally binding for both of us", remarked Strider, studying his
fingernails. He gave Frodo a keen glance. "I *really* do not see how you
will be able to make it to Rivendell without my help. Or with me working
aginst you", he added with a light, jocular laugh which chilled the blood of
the hobbits.
"OK, you blood-sucker", groaned Frodo. He signed the paper and tossed it
back to Strider. "There!"
Strider looked carefully at the document before stowing it away. "We'll
move out now", he declared. "I think we have had enough of Gambletop."
"I want to know what the Black Riders looked like!" shouted Pipsqueak. The
others looked at him in distaste.
"Oh, very well", said Frodo. "I'll tell you anything if you will just shut
up after that. They were dressed all in black... black all the way. One of
them seemed to be dressed in nothing except black lingerie."
"Yes", said Strider. "A couple of them are into crossdressing. One of them
actually likes to disguise himself as Arwen, my fiancé. And he's quite good
at it; he won a contest for Arwen imitators some years ago."
"One of them had a pale crown."
"That would be the Leech-king. He went bald thousands of years ago, and he
never walks under the sun, so of course his crown is pale."
"Well, I agree about getting off this hill", said Morrie. "I don't like
the wind. I think it's going to rain."
"Or snow", said Strider. "In that case we might see the Sand-Orcs throw
snowballs at each other. Some peope come here to watch it."
"Well, I don't" said Morrie.
"My point is that a day's march from here is the Forsaken Inn, which
caters to the tourists. If we start now we might be there in time for
supper." Strider rubbed his stomach. "I'm so hungry!" he moaned. "I haven't
eaten properly since we left the Prancing Pony."
The evening saw them installed at the Forsaken Inn, which was run by a
chuckling, cold-eyed man called Benjamin Butterball, the brother of Barliman
at the Prancing Pony. Before they arrived there, Strider had warned them
about this fact and advised them not to flaunt the towels they had stolen
from Barliman. After having paid in advance, they sat down to a meal of
fried Mûmak's ear with Gondorean fries and garlic butter, though Strider's
slobbering, greedy way of wolfing down his food made the others lose their
appetite.
"If you keep eating like that you'll be known as Waddler instead", Morrie
said to him. Strider glared at him and then defiantly ordered buttered
muffins with his after-dinner coffee.
"Why didn't the Nazdaq take the Ring from Frodo?" asked Pipsqueak. Since
this was actually a quite clever question, nobody glared at him.
"Aparently, those three didn't know that Frodo carries the Ring. They are
even more stupid than their master, thank Eru", said Strider through a huge
mouthful of muffins while melted butter dribbled down his chin. The sight
was so disgusting that the others left the able and went to bed.
The following morning saw Strider complaining at the breakfast table about
the fact that the inn did not serve Choco-Frosted Sugar Bombs. For some
reason, this made the others enjoy their toast and marmalade more than they
might possibly have done otherwise. Frodo improved his mood further by
smuggling Westfarthing Chinook into his coffee; when they once more hit the
road he was decidedly tipsy.
"Sam, why don't you recite a poem for us?" he burbled as he staggered last
in line down the road.
"Very well, Master Frodo", said Sam with a faint sneer. "I hope you like
this one." He began to sing to an old tune.
Squire, the fool, he sat on his stool,
counting his gains as a plutocrat's tool;
For many a year he had gnawed the poor,
For gold was all he cared for.
Cared for! Dared for!
In his house on the hill he dwelt alone,
For gold was all he cared for.
Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to the squire: "Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the coins o' my nuncle Tim,
Who belonged to the struggling masses,
Classes! Asses!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
Who belonged to the struggling masses."
"My lad", said Squire, "this gold I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle owed me for food and rent,
To pay for that his coins he spent.
I lent! He went!
He can spare a share for a poor old mole,
For his money for better folks was meant."
Said Tom: "I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the money belongs to my father's kin:
So hand the mazuma over!
Rover! Trover!
Though dead he be, it belongs to me;
So hand the mazuma over!"
"For a couple o' pins", says Squire, and grins,
"I'll flay thee too, and gnaw thy skins.
A bit o' fresh mint will go down sweet!
I'll try my bailiff on thee now.
See how! Cash cow!
I'm tired of gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to plunder thee now."
But just as he thought his profit was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
The class-conscious prole took back what Squire stole
and hanged him and buried him in a hole.
We'll kick the toffs from their fancy homes,
And give them the rope to still them.
Kill them! Fill them!
Yes, we Reds will take back what the Squires stole,
And give them the rope to still them.
"Well, that's a warning to us all!" laughed Morrie. "That will be the day,
eh, Sam, lad?"
"It will indeed, and no mistake", said Sam darkly. They walked on in
silence, Frodo hiccoughing.
The Road lay quiet under the long shadows of early evening. There was no
sign of any other travellers to be seen, but suddenly they heard a sound
behind them: a strange, rattling, coughing sound. While they hesitated, a
dilapidated old T-Ford came in sight. As it drew nearer they saw that a huge
frog was sitting behind the wheel. The car stopped and the frog got out.
"Haista paska!" it shouted. This is a vulgar term in an Elvish dialect and
roughly means: "Ah, you at last!"
"Haista paska yourself", answered Morrie. "And who may you be?"
"I'm Morton the Frog", declared the driver, "and I have been sent by El
Rond to help you."
"Help us?" said Strider. "He sent a frog to help us?"
"Do not underestimate the green side of the frog", said Morton. "Kiss me
and find out!"
Strider was about to answer something intemperate, but checked himself.
Suddenly, a strange gleam lit in his eyes. To the amazement of the others,
he strode (or possibly waddled) up to the frog, grasped it in his arms and
kissed it. The frog turned into Arwen, the Elven princess.
They all stared at her in silence. When Arwen had been born, she had been
a very beautiful maid, but that was thousands of years ago. With every
mortal life span she laid to her age, she had also added the beauty of one
mortal maid. To put it another way, she was by now very good-looking indeed.
The effect on the rest of the company was stunning, but Frodo was filled
with madness. For the first time he truly realized what sex was all about.
Suddenly, as in a dream, he saw once more Cassiopeia Took's benippled
glories in front of him, like two enchanted bombs of desire. There was a
roar of passion in his ears; it was drowned by the piercing cries of his
blood as it carried him away. Then Frodo felt himself falling, and the
roaring and confusion seemed to rise and engulf him. He heard and saw no
more.
Öjevind Lång
Prembone
Mordor...and now we all know. And those Sam songs say so much.
(Will Elton appear in this saga?) But I wonder if a story with
a reference to "benippled glories" ought to have a tilde? ;-)
Heh.
Prembone
..who is really starting to wonder how this Frodo-Sam thing
will turn out, what with all of Sam's dark mutterings about
revolutionary subversion.
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and I had to eat him.
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Bruce N. Hietbrink
Great installment. I especially love Sam's poem. I
have to admit I'm a bit confused by Arwen in frog
form in a model T. Is there an inside joke here I'm
missing?
Great to have the chapters rolling along so quickly, too.
Bruce
Flame of the West
> And now that they have given you that piece of paper I think the
> Nazdaq will leave us alone for a while."
I don't know who made it up, but I just *love* "Nazdaq" for Nazgûl.
> racist slave-trader in Haradrim and Easterlings,
> "No", said Strider decisively. "The eagles will NOT carry you to Mordor.
> They are not some kind of talking aircabs.
I love these references to timeless NG threads.
> them seemed to be dressed in nothing except black lingerie."
> "Yes", said Strider. "A couple of them are into crossdressing. One of them
> actually likes to disguise himself as Arwen, my fiancé. And he's quite good
> at it; he won a contest for Arwen imitators some years ago."
<chuckle>
> the fact that the inn did not serve Choco-Frosted Sugar Bombs.
they have Calvin & Hobbes in Sweden, no?
> Squire, the fool, he sat on his stool,
> counting his gains as a plutocrat's tool;
<snip>
Very good! Another inspired imitation-song, complete
with class warfare.
> benippled glories in front of him, like two enchanted bombs of desire.
Even I, prude that I am, roared out loud at this preposterous
phrasing! Excellent work.
--
-- FotW [Live from Michigan]
Reality is for those who cannot cope with Middle-Earth.
Raven
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> I was wondering how we were going to get Frodo to go to
> Mordor...and now we all know. And those Sam songs say so much.
> (Will Elton appear in this saga?)
He will, if you put him in. A version of 'Candle in the wind' at
Théoden's funeral, perhaps?
> But I wonder if a story with a reference to "benippled glories"
> ought to have a tilde? ;-)
Not on this continent it doesn't. >;-}
Korpen.
Flame of the West
> > (Will Elton appear in this saga?)
> He will, if you put him in. A version of 'Candle in the wind' at
> Théoden's funeral, perhaps?
Ugh! Elton I can live with, but could we leave
Princess Di out of this?
Panurge
>I have to admit I'm a bit confused by Arwen in frog
>form in a model T. Is there an inside joke here I'm
>missing?
Just the old frog-prince (or, the tables having turned in this case,
princess) thing. The Model T I'm not so sure about; did Kenneth Grahame
ever indicate what Toad of Toad Hall drove?
O. Sharp
Now _that_ is demented. :) Excellent poetry, too! I think we'll have
enough for a fine book of poetry by the time this is all over. :)
I wonder if this book will even be _recognizable_ as Tolkien-based by the
time we're finished. :) :) :)
<hearty applause>
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o...@netcom.com ..."Morton the Frog"?
Öjevind Lång
>Bruce N. Hietbrink wrote:
>
>>I have to admit I'm a bit confused by Arwen in frog
>>form in a model T. Is there an inside joke here I'm
>>missing?
>
>Just the old frog-prince (or, the tables having turned in this case,
>princess) thing. The Model T I'm not so sure about; did Kenneth Grahame
>ever indicate what Toad of Toad Hall drove?
I first meant to call the chapter "Flight in the Ford" but changed that
since the Ford only appears at the end of the chapter. I think you are right
that Morton the Frog turned up because of some memory of Mr Toad. (The name
appeared as a reminiscence of the Shire village Frogmorton.) And since I had
meant for Arwen to turn up, the kiss the frog and get a prince/princess
motif pretty much gave itself. :-)
Öjevind
Öjevind Lång
>"Öjevind Lång" wrote:
>> And now that they have given you that piece of paper I think the
>> Nazdaq will leave us alone for a while."
>
>I don't know who made it up, but I just *love* "Nazdaq" for Nazgûl.
Then all praise is due to Mr Sharp for that one.
[snip]
>
>> the fact that the inn did not serve Choco-Frosted Sugar Bombs.
>
>they have Calvin & Hobbes in Sweden, no?
You bet! It is my favourite comic. :-)
Öjevind
Prembone
<jonlenn...@get2net.dk> wrote:
>Prembone <prembone...@beatmail.com.invalid> skrev i en
>news:1ca209f0...@usw-ex0104-032.remarq.com...
>
>> I was wondering how we were going to get Frodo to go to
>> Mordor...and now we all know. And those Sam songs say so
much.
> He will, if you put him in. A version of 'Candle in the
wind' at
>Théoden's funeral, perhaps?
Maybe if I'd had the first Tom Bombadil chapter, I could have
made him like unto The Elton. We'll see what happens; I'm sure
someone can make room for The Elton somewhere.
>> But I wonder if a story with a reference to "benippled
glories"
>> ought to have a tilde? ;-)
> Not on this continent it doesn't. >;-}
The general rule seems to be: Only if Prembone writes it. ;-)
Prembone
Colin Rosenthal
>
>Now _that_ is demented. :) Excellent poetry, too! I think we'll have
>enough for a fine book of poetry by the time this is all over. :)
>
>I wonder if this book will even be _recognizable_ as Tolkien-based by the
>time we're finished. :) :) :)
>
><hearty applause>
Superb - as was chapter 11.
--
Colin Rosenthal
Astrophysics Institute
University of Oslo
Prembone
Lång" <ojevin...@swipnet.se> wrote:
>I think you are right
>that Morton the Frog turned up because of some memory of Mr
> Toad. (The name
>appeared as a reminiscence of the Shire village Frogmorton.)
Here I thought it was a deliberate allusion to Wind in the
Willows, and Mr. Toad tooling along in his motorcar. It made me
laugh, anyway, especially when he turned into Arwen. Strange
mixing of mythic metaphors....or something like that...
Aris Katsaris
Öjevind Lång <ojevin...@swipnet.se> wrote in message
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> O. Sharp's Chapter Eleven is a hard act to follow, but I have done my
best:
>
> BOOK I, CHAPTER XII: FLIGHT TO THE FORD
>
> "Yes, the paper!" shouted Pipsqueak. "What is that piece of paper you
hold
> in your hand? Tell us what that paper is! What's on that paper? Tell us,
> tell us, tell us!"
LOL! This continues on the thread of Pipsqueak being the most annoyingly
inquisitive of them all... (besides his peeping in the Tom Bombadil chapter,
the
Orthanc stone, the rock in Moria, and who knows what else that is to come...
:-)
> "I want to know what the Black Riders looked like!" shouted Pipsqueak.
The
> others looked at him in distaste.
> "Oh, very well", said Frodo. "I'll tell you anything if you will just
shut
> up after that. They were dressed all in black... black all the way. One of
> them seemed to be dressed in nothing except black lingerie."
> "Yes", said Strider. "A couple of them are into crossdressing. One of
them
> actually likes to disguise himself as Arwen, my fiancé. And he's quite
good
> at it; he won a contest for Arwen imitators some years ago."
Heh... I'm not sure I liked this bit that much - it implies that the Arwen
we saw in
earlier chapters was a Nazdaq, I thought it would be funnier if it had been
Arwen
herself on her role-enlarging efforts :-)
> "One of them had a pale crown."
> "That would be the Leech-king. He went bald thousands of years ago, and
he
> never walks under the sun, so of course his crown is pale."
Is there an in-joke in Leech-king, btw?
> The Road lay quiet under the long shadows of early evening. There was no
> sign of any other travellers to be seen, but suddenly they heard a sound
> behind them: a strange, rattling, coughing sound. While they hesitated, a
> dilapidated old T-Ford came in sight. As it drew nearer they saw that a
huge
> frog was sitting behind the wheel. The car stopped and the frog got out.
> "Haista paska!" it shouted. This is a vulgar term in an Elvish dialect
and
> roughly means: "Ah, you at last!"
Haista paska?
> The effect on the rest of the company was stunning, but Frodo was filled
> with madness. For the first time he truly realized what sex was all about.
> Suddenly, as in a dream, he saw once more Cassiopeia Took's benippled
> glories in front of him, like two enchanted bombs of desire.
LOL! Have you been taking lessons from Prembone? :-)
Ah... I missed Glorfindel, I think he could have been used for a couple
extra
jokes with the whole Arwen affair...
But very good chapter on the whole! Bravo!
Aris Katsaris
Öjevind Lång
>Öjevind Lång wrote in message...
[snip]
>
>Heh... I'm not sure I liked this bit that much - it implies that the Arwen
>we saw in
>earlier chapters was a Nazdaq, I thought it would be funnier if it had been
>Arwen
>herself on her role-enlarging efforts :-)
By the time O. Sharp's chapter was posted I had already planned Arwen's
participation in mine in some detail, so I had to think up an explanation
for her apparent visit to Fatty's home. Turns out it was just a Nazdaq
imitating her in the hope of enticing poor Fatty to unlock his door. He was
not such a fool after all to refuse!
>> "One of them had a pale crown."
>> "That would be the Leech-king. He went bald thousands of years ago, and
>he
>> never walks under the sun, so of course his crown is pale."
>
>Is there an in-joke in Leech-king, btw?
I do not know. Mr Sharp will have to answer that one.
[snip]
>> frog was sitting behind the wheel. The car stopped and the frog got out.
>> "Haista paska!" it shouted. This is a vulgar term in an Elvish dialect
>and
>> roughly means: "Ah, you at last!"
>
>Haista paska?
I will leave it to the group's Finns to explain the literal meaning of that
one. They are the experts on that particular Elven dialect.
[snip]
>But very good chapter on the whole! Bravo!
Thank you. :-)
Öjevind
Morgil
Öjevind Lång kirjoitti viestissä ...
>
>>Haista paska?
>
>I will leave it to the group's Finns to explain the literal meaning of that
>one. They are the experts on that particular Elven dialect.
I was thinking maybe we could keep it a secret. :) For a while at least.
BTW. Do any other writers need phrases of this Elven dialect?
>>But very good chapter on the whole! Bravo!
Very good indeed. Maybe best so far.
Morgil
ao...@my-deja.com
what I've been missing. These interesting
chapters are totally cool! Prembone, did you
ever finish your story that you started last
summer/Fall? It's great to be back. aorel
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Jim
Aris Katsaris wrote in message <8hiq8h$gkf$1...@newssrv.otenet.gr>...
>Is there an in-joke in Leech-king, btw?
Leeching tends to mean downloading pirate software.
Thats a possible joke, although there could be others.
>Ah... I missed Glorfindel, I think he could have been used for a couple
>extra
>jokes with the whole Arwen affair...
I think there is still room for Glorfindel to appear....in many meetings or
the council of El Rond, possibly have him be annoyed at Arwen, and just
generally make fun of the small part such a powerful character has, maybe he
tricked the Valar into reincarnating him and letting him back to
middle-earth so that he could ponce around and not fight the witch king
(when Earnur came to help against Angmar) and then Retire in Rivendell?
Jim D
Aris Katsaris
Jim <james...@ukonline.co.uk> wrote in message
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How about having Glorfindel getting killed in various chapters, and he
always
returns having been resurrected by the Valar?
"The bastards! They killed Glorie!"
Aris Katsaris
Aris Katsaris
> Aris Katsaris hath written:
>
> >Öjevind Lång wrote in message...
>
> [snip]
> >
> >Heh... I'm not sure I liked this bit that much - it implies that the
Arwen
> >we saw in
> >earlier chapters was a Nazdaq, I thought it would be funnier if it had
been
> >Arwen
> >herself on her role-enlarging efforts :-)
>
> By the time O. Sharp's chapter was posted I had already planned Arwen's
> participation in mine in some detail, so I had to think up an explanation
> for her apparent visit to Fatty's home. Turns out it was just a Nazdaq
> imitating her in the hope of enticing poor Fatty to unlock his door. He
was
> not such a fool after all to refuse!
Arwen had been tailing the fellowship for quite a few more chapters now,
ofcourse...
I think she was referred to back in chapters 4 and 5...
Aris Katsaris
Prembone
wrote:
>Wow, I've been gone almost a year and just look
>what I've been missing. These interesting
>chapters are totally cool! Prembone, did you
>ever finish your story that you started last
>summer/Fall? It's great to be back. aorel
Hi! There you are! I'm working on finishing Part Four, but
have to work on some of Part Five right now in order to know
what to do with some of Part Four. I'm hoping to have a
marketable version by the end of August, or September at the
latest. At the least, I'll definitely have the first draft
done. E-mail me at prembone AT beatmail DOT com so I can update
you. Your old address bounced, and nobody seemed to know where
you were now.
O. Sharp
[...]
: The effect on the rest of the company was stunning, but Frodo was filled
: with madness. For the first time he truly realized what sex was all about.
[...]
...that Frodo's using the Ring to hit on Arwen sometime soon is almost
inevitable...
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o...@netcom.com No wonder Aragon wants it destroyed. :)
Jim
Aris Katsaris wrote in message <8hj6pb$lbd$1...@newssrv.otenet.gr>...
>
>How about having Glorfindel getting killed in various chapters, and he
>always
>returns having been resurrected by the Valar?
>
>"The bastards! They killed Glorie!"
>
>Aris Katsaris
>
Heheh I like that idea a lot 'Oh my Eru they killed Glorfi!'
Jim D
Prembone
Frodo was filled
>: with madness. For the first time he truly realized what sex
was all about.
>
>....that Frodo's using the Ring to hit on Arwen sometime soon
is almost
>inevitable...
The comedic potential boggles the mind. ;-)
Prembone
..who is now jealous that she doesn't get to write any of the
Rivendell chapters.
Prembone
If we incorporate Scuzzlebutt into the scene, will we get sued
by Parker and Stone?
Prembone
Kent
Aris Katsaris wrote:
>
> Arwen had been tailing the fellowship for quite a few more chapters now,
> ofcourse...
> I think she was referred to back in chapters 4 and 5...
Yeh. I was quite pleased with my Rambo-Arwen. I loved the rest of your
chapter, but this turnabout with Arwen, all I can say is
aaawwwwwwwwwwwww.....no fair
Kent
Öjevind Lång
Ahem... sorry, Kent. Well, that "woman" with her face painted green and
brown was the cross-dressing Nazgūl, I am afraid. There is no end to the
Nazgūls' knavish tricks. I wonder if it was Khamūl the Easterling?
Öjevind
Juho P. Pahajoki
>>
>>I will leave it to the group's Finns to explain the literal meaning of that
>>one. They are the experts on that particular Elven dialect.
Can we have some welsh in the book too?
>I was thinking maybe we could keep it a secret. :) For a while at least.
Yes, that sounds good.
>BTW. Do any other writers need phrases of this Elven dialect?
If they do, then I would suggest they look at the poem Ahma(?) sent in
some while back. It imitated Quenya quite well with Finnish.
>>>But very good chapter on the whole! Bravo!
I loved O's and Öje's chapters, particularily for their beautiful
poesy. I hope that Sam will some day get Frodo & Co. ladon taakse
aamun koitteessa, that is, behind the barn on the daybreak.
BTW, have you, Morgil (or Ahma) heard the songs made by Ryhmäteatteri
of the LotR poetry?
>Very good indeed. Maybe best so far.
It is hard to say. All of them have bits I find very funny and some
that I don't. Wonderful project all in all.
I would like to know the terms of copyright. Can I redistribute it
anyway I want (without changing it)? This would certainly seem wise to
me, since the project is not involved with any money.
--
Good: You came home for a quickie.
Bad: The postman had the same idea.
UGLY: You have to wait.
-- Anonymous, posted to rec.humour.funny
Steuard Jensen
> I would like to know the terms of copyright. Can I redistribute it
> anyway I want (without changing it)? This would certainly seem wise to
> me, since the project is not involved with any money.
You know, I was going to put up a statement along these lines earlier,
but I got a bit busy and wanted to wait for O. Sharp to come back with
copyright information... which he most certainly has done. I'll try
to put up a suggested statement by the end of the weekend; feel free
to pester me (a little) if I seem to have forgotten. :)
Steuard Jensen
Ahma
>If they do, then I would suggest they look at the poem Ahma(?)
>sent in some while back. It imitated Quenya quite well with
>Finnish.
I guess you're referring to my poem "Lomapäivä", am I right? If
anyone's interested, I've gathered a rather extensive Quenia-Finnish
wordlist.
>BTW, have you, Morgil (or Ahma) heard the songs made by
>Ryhmäteatteri of the LotR poetry?
I've heard things about them but unfortunately never heard them
myself.
>It is hard to say. All of them have bits I find very funny and
>some that I don't. Wonderful project all in all.
There was a Finnish Hobbit parody thing going on a while ago.
Although quite different from the E-text project, I thought it was
funny too. Too bad I'm not very good at translation (I don't know how
much of the humor would translate to english anyway)
--
Ahma
Bruce N. Hietbrink
<kats...@otenet.gr> wrote:
> How about having Glorfindel getting killed in various chapters, and he
> always
> returns having been resurrected by the Valar?
>
> "The bastards! They killed Glorie!"
>
Great idea! Wish I'd thought of that one.
Bruce