This post is to raise a glass to the sentiment in this post, and to show that, yes, they do clean up rather well. God’s richest blessings upon you, Lloyd and Heather.
Oh, and the later two shots do have a fair amount of photo processing skullduggery. But, hey, it’s a special occassion.
And then there was this (though this happened before all the glowy dancing)…
Category Archives: Storyville
And Now, Something Completely Different
Well, here is another rejected story. Don’t you feel privileged to only get the leftovers 
Alas, that is normally the way of things in this area, the rejection that is. I may re-submit this some place at some point, but until such a time as that, here it is. If you read “Before the Towers Fell” (thank you) and then read this one, you will find this one to be quite different, and it may, indeed, be a bit of work in the early going. But I think that if you do a bit of trudging, you may be rewarded a little for your work, or at least I would like to believe so. Here is “Biolog.”
Biolog
“Where do you want to go today?”
“What do you want to be today?”
“Who do you want to see today?”
The questions awoke him with a start, if “awoke” could be the proper word. Had he been asleep? And could even he even wake “with a start?” A quick meld gave him an answer.
OED: To start: to undergo a sudden involuntary movement of the body, caused by surprise, alarm, acute pain, etc.
He did not even have a body….
And Now, Something Completely Different
Well, here is another rejected story. Don’t you feel privileged to only get the leftovers Alas, that is normally the way of things in this area, the rejection that is. I may re-submit this some place at some point, but until such a time as that, here it is. If you read “Before the Towers Fell” (thank you) and then read this one, you will find this one to be quite different, and it may, indeed, be a bit of work in the early going. But I think that if you do a bit of trudging, you may be rewarded a little for your work, or at least I would like to believe so. Here is “Biolog.”
Biolog
“Where do you want to go today?”
“What do you want to be today?”
“Who do you want to see today?”
The questions awoke him with a start, if “awoke” could be the proper word. Had he been asleep? And could even he even wake “with a start?” A quick meld gave him an answer.
OED: To start: to undergo a sudden involuntary movement of the body, caused by surprise, alarm, acute pain, etc.
He did not even have a body….
Story
I recently entered a short story contest and said to myself that if I did not win, well, at least I would post the story here. At some point, I may work on this story some more and submit it some place else (as there are several ways in which I could make it better), which might mean that it suddenly disappears from the blog. But it is here for now. A couple caveats: it is rather long and, well, it has some language in it that some may find offensive.
Without further adieu, here is “Before the Towers Fell.”
Ringbearers II
Gandalf to Bilbo at Rivendell
My dear Bilbo, you know it must be so;.
The burden has moved on. It came to you
For one purpose alone, for him to go,
Full-knowing of the Dark he must walk through,
To give it up into the Cracks of Doom.
For you it was a treasure far too great.
And taken once again it would consume
You from within. And even now it waits,
Subdued within these holy walls, to rise
Again and chain the neck on which it hangs,
And drag it to the Dark where its lord lies.
Your task must be to wait, not hear the clang
Of swords, but help to bear the pangs of fear,
To plead the Grace of Elbereth be near.
B I L B O
Elrond to Bilbo at the Waning of Rivendell
Dear, faithful tenant of my homely house,
Who melds the joys of Shire and Elven-home,
The time has come. The secret power aroused
Through you was raised ever to be cast down.
But its failing also begins the end
Of all things, foul or fair, wrought by the Rings
Of Power. This home I made to blend
The Good of Middle Earth with holy things
Must also pass. So, Ringfinder, now come
And taste the Joy for which we long have ached.
The homely joys we leave, as such, are done,
But, I perceive, Iluvatar shall take
Up each reflected image of His face
And make anew a joyous, homely place.
