*Applauds* That's amazing, Larael! I really enjoyed reading it.

*Deep breath* Here's mine:

Aragorn Elessar through the eyes of one of his fellow Dunedain.

His eyes were never quite there. Upon him chancing to laugh or grin, an occurrence seldom witnessed, they lit momentarily; but something beyond their grey depths seemed lost, wistful, a memory of things taken, never to be returned.

Until word came of Isildur's bane.

Then some strange fire, a burning determination, took the place of the wistfulness. The smile was seen more seldom, and the dark figure beyond the campfire watching the horizon was always he, hand upon his sword hilt and stance speaking of a wild desire to bring back things he thought irretrievably gone. The threads of grey in his dark hair, a trait seen often in the line of Kings, grew more numerous. But so changed was his demeanor, from silent Man of the West to ruler of old, passion for the lands he loved a burning flame within him, that one never quite noticed.

To disturb him on his watch was to face the ring of a drawn sword, a bared blade both in his hands and in his eyes until he saw the intruder and relaxed. He would sheath the weapon with a low murmur of voice, intensity apparent even in the most insignificant phrase.

And had I been at that fated Council I would have thought…those present surely would agree…that the world seemed saved already upon hearing the words:

“You have my sword.”

And ever so his foes did fall.

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Today was the day everything was due, but since not many entries are in, I'm postponing and sending out notices. kay?

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Yes, i received yours... I had said i was going to drop out earlier (at least i think i did), but maybe i'll just go ahead and write one right now, at this moment, on this very deck. Sorry, wrong movie. I like that quote in your siggy, btw, Fencing Maiden. Is that Dom in your "rockstars" banner as well, or someone else? Just wondering.

As for my entry...

If there were an angel in earthly form, it would be him. Pale and fair as starlight, with locks dark as evening--his is also the beauty of Luthien, although he is not descended of her. But indeed, many have said he has an unearthliness about him, an Elvish air, that is uncommon to his race. Certainly he has the grace of the Elves, and shares their love for wondrous things. He is one they name Elf friend.
Where Luthien's eyes were grey as twilight, his are blue as the summer sky at morning, and with one glad smile he can surpass the Dawn in light and joy. Yet fairer still than his countenance is the otherworldly radiance that streams through azure-stained windows, from the starlike brilliancy that is his soul. Once Shadow darkened and wounded him, yet even in the deepest Dusk his spirit only burned brighter, a piercing white flame that even the fires of the One could not touch. Now he is still worn, no longer as carefree as he once was, and yet his inner light shines more sweetly even than before. Like silver in the forgefire, he was thrust into the dark flames of the Shadowlands, which sought to burn away everything he was. This he chose willingly, sacrificing himself for the World, and though death did not claim him at that time, a heavy price was still paid, for he is forever changed---he cannot go back to the life he once led, and loved. Yet great though the torment was, and high though the cost, his spirit is now fairer than mithril. Fairer than starlight. Now he goes on the Last Ship, forever lost to these shores, but there are those who will remember him, and all he is and has become. He is our hero who saved Middle-earth. He is a simple hobbit who folks say turned rather queer after he vanished into the Wilds for a time. He is brave and beautiful, kind and courageous, wise and willing to give up everything for those he loves--even himself. Those who honor him will remember his selfless valour, and the minstrels and bards will sing of his deeds for ages to come. Those who love him will remember his laughing light, and the odd way he would become lost in thought, as if listening to the music of the distant Sea. And I? I both love and honor him, and half of my heart is forever in the West. Who is he, do you ask? I will tell you his name--there is no other answer. He is Frodo.

Hope you like it. As i said, i've been sitting here typing this up as i go. (I tend to get really poetic, lol. ) It could be from Sam's point of view, but i kind of was thinking of it more from my own point of view. Well, Sam and i have a lot in common, and that way it explains why there's not much mention of Sam. (I love Sam too, but this was about Frodo, so... )
Anyway, that's all for now.

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*Charges in trying to make a dramatic appearance*
I have my story. It took a couple of physic classes, but I have it!

A description of Faramir by one of his men before they go to attack osgilliath. I tried to make it a stream of conscienceness, hence the multiple "dot dot dots"

Faramir has just announced that we will ride to Osgilliath. No doubt he knows, just as we do, that this is a suicide mission. Yet I follow anyway...willingly even. I would not bare to let him go without me.
His sacrafice...all for the love of his father. A father that shows no love. Dare I compare my captain to a small pup that adores his master? But his master, his father, shows not an ounce of affection. He speaks only scorn as he pats the pup's beloved brother....I guess I do dare to compare Faramir to a mutt.....Faramir's love for his father is unending, unlimited, and lord knows unworthy to the man who causes my captian so much pain and confusion...but by god he handles it. Never have I seen such strength of mind. His strength of mind echoes to his raven haired exterior. He is tall, proud, collected. There's a glint in his keen grey eyes that people follow because they see wisdom and leadership. He views the world not as a lofty noble who bathes in pleasantries, or a peasant who is downtrodden and spit upon. He views the world as it really is. Its a gift that rivals his gift of Numenorean blood, the blood that gives him such powers of perception. He can look into a man's eyes and see his soul. Why then does he not realize that his father will never show him the love and approval he so desires? I wish he would realize it and forget this folly mission to Osgilliath.
I have no doubt I will die today...but I'm okay with that. Faramir is a strong man, a wise man, a true man. Faramir is my Captain, and I will follow him anywhere, even to death.

May I still enter? Here is my entry:

Théoden king, seen by one of the Rohírrim

And so here we are, our little host of Rohan's soldiers, riding to battle. There is a long way to go yet until we reach the fields of Pelennor where our fate shall be decided. Where will I find my courage to fight against Mordor's evil creatures? For verily fight I must to protect my wife and children.
As I gaze back to the west where I have left my loved ones, I notice my king, sitting sternly on his horse, and as he turns, his eyes meet mine. Is this the same man that I once saw sitting in the Golden Hall, old, grey, unable to ride a horse, even to move without aid? How much has he changed since then! Grim and kingly does he look and yet there is a hint of his gentle mind in his face. But what touches me the most is the ardent fire that burns in his eyes. I do not know what it is - is it fear of the battle that lies before us? No, verily fear it cannot be. He has made his choice and he will cling to it even though he may have to face death before the end.
But what is it then? Can it be anger, can it be despair?
As I sit there and look upon him, a thought stirs in me and suddenly I understand that it is pride, the pride of the kings of old that burns in him and that will make him ride to battle without looking back.

I take a deep breath and follow the path that lays ahead. I will do what must be done! Follow my king I will, to whatever end.

Haldafar, son of Hamund, died in the battle of Pelennor in an attempt to save his king from an enemy attack.



I apologize for all grammar/word mistakes that I have possibly made.

Btw. Nauriel Rochnur, I just realized that the ending of your story is very similar to mine, but I assure you I did not copy!

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We've been forever
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We have come full circle.

Nice entries, both of you. When's the new deadline, FM?

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Proud Frolass
Resident Elvengoth

I'm going to wait until Saturday, trying to get a response from people.

By th way, EarielMaurwen, I'm sorry that I PMed you after you dropped out. *blushies* I had forgotten, but your entry is great, so thanks. D:

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

I don't blame you. Its such a good way to end a story. Great minds think alike!

Haha, yeah, that's the way it is!

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It's Tuesday... aand, I've decided to just go ahead and put up voting. =]

Sorry for those who didn't get their entry in.

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Where is the voting?

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Ahem, it's up on the first post. =]

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

You're welcome, and no problem. I'm glad i ended up entering. Btw, how do you want the voters to vote, exactly? Do they post here with who they think should win first, second, and third, or pm you? (Not that i'll be doing any voting myself, of course, but i thought i'd go ahead and ask since our spectators might be wondering how they should vote. )

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Resident Elvengoth

Erm.. FM? I guess Eariel is right - people won't know exactly how to vote since you didn't give them a voting form or something like that.

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Yeah, FM. People don't seem to be voting....

Okay, I'm going to make a new thread. Thanks for the heads up guys.

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