Thoughts of a Sindarin Nock

I'M BAAAACK

2010-10-19T12:13:00.000-07:00

For a spell anyway! Hello my dear, dear friends! As you can see, I've grown up a bit! Well, not much, but time has flown! I have started college, am on a job search, am no longer in a relationship... :( ...and have expanded my horizons.

Just a little. ;)

So much has changed for me. I went to Kenya a few weeks back and what a remarkable experience that was! I miss it, honestly. Everyone cares about each other, and the people are so teachable. They don't have to worry about how they look or what they do...they put on what they can and do whatever is presented to them. They are so humble. <3s to Kenya. A part of my heart was left there...

At any rate, this is just a short hello! How has life been, you guys?

I Could Never Love A Man In Tights

2009-12-16T10:46:00.000-08:00

“I’m saving this kiss for the Prince of my heart!”

How many times have we ladies sung that? Even if you weren’t a part of PKSS or The Battle for the Heart, your thoughts have sung that line. My guess is that at the word prince, a picture of a handsome, romantic, richly dressed figure pops into your mind. For me, the idea of a prince makes my mind instantly jump to the bumbling Edward in Enchanted. You know the type: always smiling, hair set perfectly in place, completely rich and yet somehow never spoiled, pining away for the girl of his dreams. In short, I see a fairytale prince this way: Prince Plastic the Loaded, the helpless romantic in tights.

Now, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t about the ‘Saving this Kiss’ song. I think that song portrays perfectly what a girl should be thinking when it comes to relationships. But personally, I just never loved the whole Prince Charming idea. Perhaps a certain maiden with hair so long it could be used as a ladder ruined that for me. Sword Fighter ≠ Damsel in Distress…the thought of leaning out of some window in a high tower, waving a hanky and wailing “SAVE ME!” at the top of my lungs, hoping that Prince Plastic would come to my rescue never appealed to me. But that’s just me.

I prefer the idea of the Knight in Shining Armor. Sure, he’s sweaty. He’s dirty. He probably smells like horse, and he can’t sing “I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss” like an actor in a Broadway musical. But that’s the man for me, and I’ll tell you why.

When you think of a knight, what first comes to mind? Probably a guy sitting atop a white charger in full armor, with a sword that never leaves his side. He’s most likely not the richest man in the village or township. In fact, he’s probably a farm-boy who’s been given a chance to make something of himself through a lifetime of service to King and Country. His years will be spent in and out of fighting. He will often come back wounded and beaten. But to me, he trumps the Prince ten to one.

Think about the characteristics of a knight.

First off, ponder the horse. It would be a shabby knight indeed if he rode up on an old sway-backed thing, its mane and tail all matted, mud and dirt caking it’s sides to such an extent that you couldn’t tell what color it originally was. That would be laughable! The strong, beautiful charger our minds picture displays a high level of responsibility. The Knight in Shining Armor is used to caring for other things. He makes sure that his steed is fed and cleaned and groomed.

Horse = Responsible, Caring.

Next comes the armor. When we think of the classic knight, we’re thinking full body armor. This guy is not going down in a battle because of exposure. The Knight in ‘Shining Armor’ has guarded himself from everything the world dishes out: arrows of impurity, spears of temptation, etc. Having said that, even the best suits of armor have weak points. That’s why the true Knight will be vigilant in the fray and flee the ‘spears and arrows’, not out of cowardice, but out of the knowledge of his weaknesses. The foolish knight will say, “I am strong enough to face these!” and rush headlong into the barrage. By the time he has realized his folly, it is too late and he limps away, riddled with the darts of the enemy. Sir Foolish is then scarred for life, and because of this, his personal effectiveness in future battles is limited…although through passing on his knowledge to other knights, he may save them from harm. The Knight in Shining Armor will have guarded himself so well that his scars are small or non-existent.

Armor = Pure, Regretless, Unsoiled Testimony.

Now comes my favorite part: the sword! No knight is a knight without a sword. Also, you never see a true Knight without his sword. He is constantly swinging it, keeping himself in practice so that if ever attacked, he won’t be caught off guard. The Knight in Shining Armor is the same, only his sword is not made of steel. He wields The Sword. He knows It up and down, and uses It so much that It becomes an extension of him. He carries the knowledge of his Sword with him always, and is not afraid to use It.

Sword = Devotion to God’s Word.

What is a knight’s duty? To serve the King and people. It is to be the strong example of stability and chivalry to the ones around him. ‘Nuff said.

Duty = Serve God, Serve Others, Be an Example of Righteousness

The life of a true Knight is constant battle. He knows and has accepted this fate with a heart full of trust in the King, and defiance for the enemy. When he rides into battle, the enemy ranks are filled with both hate and fear. His name is known to them, and because of his great deeds and his renown, they wish to strike him down. The Knight in Shining Armor is well trained, well armed, and well protected. But sometimes, even the best of fighters are overpowered. A true Knight will call to his fellow Knights for aid when the odds turn against him.

Fellow Knights = Humility, Accountability

So, to me, a Knight in Shining Armor is a man of character, of principle, and of God…one who is willing to devote his life to his King, one who will stand and fight when necessary and one who is not afraid to do the right thing by fleeing as well. To me, the grimy, sweaty Knight that may or may not rise to fame and fortune is MUCH more worthy than a Prince who sits on his backside all day, devoted to himself and his pleasures. Now, granted, not all Princes are like that. Some have the luxury of a God-fearing King and Queen that have guided him in the ways of chivalry. But for me, I want a Knight in Shining Armor, one who will be responsible, caring, pure, and will have no regret from a soiled testimony. I want a Knight who is devoted to God’s Word, one who willingly serves God and others, and is an example of righteousness. I want a Knight who is humble and who accepts and desires accountability. That’s the man for me. That is my Knight in Shining Armor. And that is why I could never love a man in tights. ;D

OH MY WORD!!!!!!! Among other things....

2009-11-30T11:09:00.000-08:00

I HAVE NOT BEEN ON HERE IN FOREVAA!!!!!!!!!

Oh, forgive me! Forgive me, my friends!!

On a completely different note....lol

Our play performance went off with a BANG!!! I'm going to post videos and perhaps pictures from it, and you'll be able to meet my friends! ;D

This is the final battle of good vs. evil. I come in sporting the awkward blue dress at around 1:18.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qrxU0O0SX0

In this scene there is an ambush, and the gardener boy (Jesse) defends the castle. The three angelic characters are none other than Ben, Jordan, and Charles...who I haven't spoken of yet. lol
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_G-iGanJm2g

Here, the men are going off to war and adventure, and have a little fun before hand! ;D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ND_BpmZRMsI

And finally, here is the promo video, where you'll get to meet my swords intructor Mr. Chadwick, Ben, and Jordan up close and personal! :D Kevin is in 1:39, Leah is 1:43, My dad is 2:06 in the puffy sleeves...lol, and I'm 4:37.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psSNqFqJFPA

Enjoy!

Friends, Part One

2009-07-24T09:07:00.001-07:00

Greetings, all!

I have been thinking lately. Summer is nearly over, and I've had a great and busy one. It has been consumed with swords, teaching sword camps, plays, and many other things. But during the course of all this, two things have struck me, so strongly that I've almost been overwhelmed by happiness....and moved to tears.

Over this summer, I have been given the honor of getting to know some of the best people. They have been in my swords class for a long time, but since I have been a 'nube' as they call the beginners, for the longest time I didn't really get to know them. But as I got older and spent more time with them, I have discovered a gold mine of friends...some of which are two, three, or four years older than me!

Using first names only for privacy sake, I will attempt to tell you about them.

Kristen is my age, deathly quiet, but dedicated to what she loves. She and I are quite similar, and get along well. She loves horses with a passion. When I need a level conversation, I know I can talk to her.

Jesse is two years older than me. He's a hoot!! lol That boy cracks me up! He's hardly ever in a down mood, and an overall goofball, but that's why we love him. He loves the guitar, and he even plays with us sometimes. Definitely an encourager, Jesse's the one to go to if you want to laugh.

Jonathan is a year younger than me, but a good foot taller. Very quiet until you get to know him, he was a bit of mystery to me until lately. He has the most random but hilarious sense of humor. He'll look you straight in the eyes and ask you, "Why did you beat that old lady with a turkey drumstick?" His evil laugh is legendary, and he wants to be a sniper one day.

Jordan is three years older than me. He has the most infectious laugh! He has a sarcastic, slapstick sense of humor that is equally as funny as his brother, Jonathan's. He is often seen with a camera of some sort, snapping away. Or, if not that, he's filming something!

Jared is a year older than me. He is stylish, outgoing, and really gets the way girls think (having a sister). Everyone knows or has heard of him. The king of expressions, he is one to make you laugh, but Jared is also definitely one that will give you a hug when you're down. He is a very 'one way' sort of guy. Either he's happy and you know it, or he's not and you know it. He's really a great friend.

Ben is Jared's older brother. He is four years older than me, and if I were to describe him, a certain word would stick out in my mind: sword. He is a great swordsman, and eats, sleeps, and breathes the blade, I think. He is very similar to me as far as personality goes: more reserved, not into outlandishness and pretty content with life as it is. Oh, and did I mention his fighting style, stance, and hair is similar to a certain...*coughs* Anakin Skywalker *coughs*.....? ;)

Laura is Ben and Jared's younger sister. She's 5 or 6 years younger than me, but I love her to death. A good mixture of both of her brothers, she is perky, friendly, and loves all of her 'sisters' as she calls us girls at swords. Very appreciative of time spent with her, she is a considerate sweety pie.

Owen is two years older than me. He is something else (in a good way)! He put the slap in slapstick comedy. Very polite and respectful, Owen is always smiling and friendly...not to mention a very good Jedi/Elven fight builder! Erin go Bragh! (Or, something like that)

Leah is Owen's older sister. She is four years older than me, and a very motherly soul. She takes us girls under her wing, and if something is bothering us, she will be the first to come alongside you and talk. An accomplished actress with a bright, big smile, Leah will always be there for you.

Kevin is 2 or 3 years older than me, I believe. He and Owen can be heard shouting "Ireland forever!" and singing Celtic folk tunes together quite often. A giver of 'advice' (mainly teasing), he has a very keen eye for what you're feeling (he has a sister too). Kevin has a definite opinion, and he loves a good, clean, all-in-fun argument.

Catherine is a year younger than me, I think. She has lovely raven black hair. She and her brother Kevin love to tell a good story or two. But the thing that really says all about her is her laugh. She has a LAUGH! lol You could pick her out in a dark room by her laugh.

There are so many others, and to write about each and every one of them would take a lifetime! But as you can see, they are quite the group, and I am very glad to know such a God-driven group of young people!

Part 2 will be coming shortly.

Are People Born Wicked....

2009-06-24T07:22:00.000-07:00

Greetings all!

I've just returned from a nice little vacation, and guess what? I got to see Wicked the Musical!

Now, I have had to endure months, and Months, and MONTHS worth of listening to this music before because of a certain IDINA...but I actually really enjoyed the musical live. It was interesting, exciting, the music was great even for hearing it 5,000 times...everything! I was very pleased.

Be Careful When You Read Aloud....

2009-05-14T18:59:00.000-07:00

Greetings all!

I have stumbled onto a true treasure among books! Or, into I should say! Inkheart is a truly breath-taking novel by Cornelia Funke. I haven't read such a good book in a long time! It's got thrills, chills, laughs, cries, the whole nine yards!

Ever wish that you could speak with some of your favorite literary friends...such as Legolas, Captain Valithor, or Peter Pan? If you're a Silvertongue, that power is yours. Simply read aloud the words on a page and these characters leave their world behind and enter yours! But the consequences are dire, especially if you read in an accidental villian or two. And some characters, like my particular favorite in this novel named Dustfinger, simply wish to go home. But once read out, they can never be read back in. Or can they? I have fallen in love with this book. It is amazingly well written, holds your interest, and if you're a real book lover, you'll simply die at some of the things that happen! But you'll have to read it (or watch it if you want a watered down version) to see for yourself!!!

Ah...I love the smell of 7 in the morning...

2009-04-30T18:43:00.001-07:00

Well, this little Elven maiden is getting her wisdom teeth out tomorrow! Pray for me...not only for the act itself, but that I will not spill my deepest darkest secrets unawares! lol

The Spring Banquet

2009-04-04T09:00:00.000-07:00

Last night was the Spring Banquet...the homeschool version of prom. It was my first time to go, and the only reason I went is because my best friend is graduating this year and I wanted to support her. It was an interesting evening.

We all got dressed up and headed out to this beautiful place called The Villa. It is a lovely spot, especially out of doors. They have nice gardens and fountains among other things.

I am no dancer (never could master that art :P), and so after dinner when the dancing began, I merely stood by the back wall. My best friend's cousin volunteered me to dance with him, but after that I slipped outside to the back to take a walk in the gardens.

The night was beautiful: stars overhead with whisps of clouds trailing here and there, lovely gardens, and a cool night breeze. I felt lonely, but in a different way than simple loneliness. I wished that my future husband could be there...that I could dance with him, and that he wouldn't care that I wasn't adept at the art. That I could spend the evening with him as my partner. I prayed out there, asking God to guide my future husband: make him a strong spiritual leader, someone that cares more for God than he does me, a man that will always treasure me and never leave me for another. It felt good, and afterwards I felt a little better.

I went back inside and stood agaisnt the wall once more, watching my friend dance. A young man came up and recognized me from the play I was in not long ago. He began talking a great deal, and asking me lots of questions. It was rather obvious to me that I had an admirer on my hands. After a bit I excused myself from his presence to get a drink.

Later, I stood talking to a friend, who is also one of my swords instructors. Mr. Admirer showed up again, and sort of looked over my friend (who is about 4 years older than me and has absolutely nothing for me), which was rather amusing. After a few words with my friend (I'll call him Ben), Mr. Admirer walked up to me and offered me the next dance. I looked at Ben with a 'please, save me!' expression, but after getting no help from him, agreed to dance with Mr. Admirer. So, off to the dance floor I went.

It turns out that Mr. Admirer had just as much dancing knowledge as I did. He practically drug me across the floor, hopping here and there like a wild man. I had to do something, so I forced myself into the lead and led him in the dance. After that things went a little smoother. :D

There was a line dance after that, so there was no need for a partner. But he wanted to dance partner-style. I fell in line, and he eventually figured out that this dance was different. After this dance he was ready for more, but I said that I had had enough for the moment, thanked him, and left.

I sought freedom out of doors, and talked with another graduating friend of mine (we'll call her Kristen). After a few scattered chats with people, the dance ended, and we all piled up to go to Ben's house (we all meaning us swords peeps). Once there, I had loads of fun. There was funny dancing, Disney sing-a-longs, etc. That was most entertaining.

I had fun last night, and the humorous events that took place will stand out in my mind for a long time to come. :D :D

Revelations of a Long Lost Blogger

2009-03-19T12:44:00.000-07:00

My goodness, I simply have not posted a true post in ages! So, I thought I'd do one now. Here goes!

Mae govannen to all! How is everyone? I am doing well. School keeps me quite busy, along with play practice and sword class. At present, I have a small role in The House of the Seven Gables...where I play a snob, a gossip, and a ghost. What does that say about me, huh? :D I am also learning two pieces that I shall perform in an examination for LAMDA: London Academy of Musical and Dramatic Arts. A judge comes all the way from London and watches us perform to see if we are to be LAMDA qualified. It looks good on a resume, and that's what I am shooting for.

As for swords class...ah...I love it. I now have a steel broadsword (which I have not named yet..any ideas?), and was happy to use it in our Princess and the Kiss performance. Lately, I have gone to the sabre portion of their class, where they teach us to fight in a style that resembles Will Turner's more than our usual full-throttle, trying to kill you Aragornishness. Both are fun. I am not sure which I like better.

The weather is warming up a bit now, and the signs of spring have readily begun to show themselves. The trees are green with new life, the birds are a-twitter, and a fresh breeze is blowing...simply beautiful. And the smells! I love the smell of spring. A mixture of all things growing and green. Mmm.......

Blessings to all!
Just a thought.

Legolas's Quiz!!!

2009-03-07T15:43:00.000-08:00

I made this quiz a while back, and I thought it might be fun to share...

http://www.thequizzery.com/quiz.php?id=5449

In the News...

2009-03-07T10:28:00.000-08:00

The play was a smashing success! We performed in front of 900 peeps last night and turned no one away!!!

I will be posting random LOTR stuff of Earwen's LOTR party!!!
Here goes...

Caption: *I wish these darn Elf Scouts would stop trying to get their 'Help-an-Old-Man-Over-a-Mountain Badge'*

Caption: If you can read this, the Dwarf fell off...

PLEASE Pray!!!

2009-02-26T06:22:00.000-08:00

Well, the opening night for the big and only performance is less than two weeks away, but there's a problem. Half the cast is stuck with the plague! The flu, actually, but we need everyone to pull this off. Our message, I feel, is one that needs to be heard and we need prayer! Pray that...

1.) All will be well enough to perform.

2.) All will remember their lines and cues.

3.) Our message will stick in the hearts of parents and kids alike.

Thanks!

Flinn

The Princess and the Kiss and The Squire and the Scroll

2009-02-02T12:03:00.000-08:00

I'm in a play!!!

It's entitled the above, and it's a message of purity for all ages. This play is going to be amazing, probably the biggest I've worked on yet, and it's all for the glory of God! I am so stoked. I shall play Princess Alexandra, and I get to marry The Squire (which, in fact, is rather awkward, but you know). The play is based off of the books by Jenny Bishop, and it has everything! From romance, singing, and dancing to swordfighting, dragons, and rapping knights doing acrobatics! lol

This is sure to be an amazing play, but more importantly, an amazing message. Pray that our play stirs the hearts and minds of the young people and parents of young people who see it.

A Spiritual Thought

2009-01-07T12:57:00.000-08:00

Greetings all!

Forgive me once more. My schedule seems to be filling more and more by the day. How was your New Years?

I was in church one Sunday listening to our pastor speak, and one thing he said struck me. He said:

"We tend to think of ourselves as physical beings having a spiritual experience. But what we need to realize is that we are spiritual beings having a physical experience."

Wow. Talk about "oooh!!!". Think about that for a moment. We are not just humans stuck here on Earth so that God can watch us mindlessly go about our day-to-day lives or move us where He wants us (like a huge game of Zoo Tycoon). He put us here with a purpose. He made man in His image. He gave of the gift of having souls. That sets us apart from all the rest of creation.

Let me say it this way: a dog has, at the most, around a 15 year long life. What does it do during that time? Well, as a puppy, it learns the basics of good house behavior. It eats, it sleeps, it plays, and it takes care of it's business. After about 4 years, the dog has pretty much mastered all it will ever know. How does it spend the rest of it's life? Eating, sleeping, playing, and...well...you know. When that doggy finally keels over, it is buried and it's owners cry.

The End.

Now, all of that to say that many people believe like that about humanity. They think that we are alive to eat, sleep, and play our lives away until one day: BAM.

We're dead.

And once we're dead, we're flung into a hole and buried. Our friends and family cry, and then we're forgotten. Pretty sad ending, don't you think?

I am thankful to God that this is NOT the true ending to our life's story. For the Christian, when we die, it is only physical. Our hearts stop, and our bodies decay. But we are still living. Our spirit joins the Father for a time of everlasting peace and praises. For the non-believer, it is only a physical death as well. Only, this ending isn't a happy one. For them, their hearts stop, their bodies decay, and they are cast into never ending torment.

Not the ending I would hope for anyone.

Live your life to the fullest in Him. Be who God calls you to be, so that when the day comes for your physical experience to end, you are ready.

100 POSTS!!!!

2008-12-03T13:00:00.000-08:00

Alright, I've heard you're supposed to post 100 things about yourself, so here goes!!!!

1.) I'm sending in my resume to be in a major motion picture.
2.) I LOVE chocolate.
3.) I am reading the book of Esther right now in the Bible.
4.) My middle name is the Elvish word for "gull".
5.) I am currently writing 2 fanfics, 1 book, and 1 research essay.
6.) My car's name is "The Stag" because it's an Impala.
7.) I have a weenie dog named Libby.
8.) I've never had a boyfriend. (I said I did in K-5, but my mom hadn't had "The Talk" with me yet)
9.) My favorite color is green.
10.) I've never kissed a guy aside from family and older gentlemen friends.
11.) I know how to use a steel sword.
12.) I've seen POTC The Curse of the Black Pearl, approx. 70 times.
13.) I'm really an Elf, my ears simply didn't form correctly. :D
14.) I've been a Christian for 8 years.
15.) I want to be an actress because: 1) I like to act and 2) I want to witness to the extremely unreached people group known as thesbians.
16.) I said I wanted to be a Paleontologist (sp?) at the age of 4.
17.) I can stretch my right leg behind my head.
18.) Wow, only on 18? I'm currently tired of typing. lol
19.) My dad was in a wanna-be 80's band in high school. They were good too!
20.) I love to read and write.
21.) I once beat the Swords Instructor who taught me.
22.) I've had several dreams that I went to The Realm. (TDW)
23.) I have one sibling: Idina.
24.) I have a strange passion for cheesecake. YUM
25.) I've been out of the U.S. 4 times.
26.) My family was possibly going to move to New Zealand this year, but it fell through.
27.) I seem to have a strange affinity for archers: Legolas, Nock and Bolt, Haldir, Murtagh, Beleg, etc.
28.) My best friend has been my best friend for 7 years now.
29.) I've moved 2 times.
30.) I'm homeschooled.
31.) I love spinach pizza.
32.) My sis and I practically talk through book and movie lines.
33.) My cell phone wallpaper is a picture of Anakin Skywalker from Episode 3.
34.) I have too many posters, large or small, in my room to count.
35.) I LOVE MY BED.
36.) The two girls in my book, Flinn and Cordance, are my opposite sides. Flinn is the painfully shy reader. Cordance is the competitive outspoken one.
37.) I sing in our worship band in youth group.
38.) I can touch my tongue to my nose.
39.) My family still owns the VHS of STAR WARS...before it was called A New Hope. It's got the ripped Luke Skywalker on the cover...lol
40.) I think one of my favorite passages of Scripture is Nehemiah's song of praise.
41.) My favorite Bible duo is David and Jonathan (I LOVE JONATHAN). Don't ask me why.
42.) I hunt.
43.) I am almost exactly 70 years younger than my Grandpa.
44.) I got Prince Caspian yesterday, and have watched the commentary and many other things...love the Blonde Cam.
45.) I like night better than day, because stars and moon beat the sun by far.
46.) I LOVE TEA.
47.) I have copied down, by hand, the script from POTC 1,2, and 3, LOTR 1, 2, and half way through 3.
48.) I have recently developed a passion for God's Word, which is WONDERFUL!!!!
49.) I wanted and got a particular gable of my house for my room because of Anne Shirley's gable.
50.) I love PS2.
51.) My favorite Pevensie is Peter (since the age of 7), because I was the oldest.
52.) My favorite Narnians are Tumnus, Puddleglum, Reepicheep, and from the films, the Centaur general whose name escapes my spelling ability. (Aslan's a given)
53.) I loved Prince Caspian in the books, and DESPISED Prince Caspian in the film.
54.) There's an Anglo-Saxon king with our family name.
55.) I love the Revolutionary War.
56.) I once had a dream the Wyrm Lord attacked me. AAHH!!!
57.) My dad has met Weird Al.
58.) I love Enya.
59.) I have named trees on our land, and am friends with them (don't laugh, I'm not crazy). 8D
60.) I've named sections of our land after the lands of Middle-earth.
61.) I want no children, but if I do have them, I want three boys: William, Strider, and Keiran.
62.) My best friend is going to Jr. College, making me feel OLD.
63.) I have been thrown from a horse.
64.) I've only lost consciousness once: being thrown from a horse.
65.) I've never broken a bone.
66.) I LOVE SUGAR.
67.) I'm a hugger.
68.) I find enjoyment in just listened to the wind through the trees, or watching a thunderstorm.
69.) My parents had to force a cell phone on me; I didn't care for one.
70.) I still have my favorite Teddy named Church Bear. Really creative.
71.) I have composed two pieces on the piano.
72.) I like fall/winter better than summer. The spring is beautiful as well.
73.) I would rather drive a dragon than a sports car.
74.) I have read The Door Within 3 times through now.
75.) MILK IS GOOD
76.) I've asked for Legolas's fighting knives for Christmas.
77.) I listen to instrumental/soundtracks.
78.) Relient K is good.
79.) I have been a page for the day at my state's capitol.
80.) I have been inside the White House.
81.) I have never been to Boston in the fall.
82.) I need to be writing my fanfic.
83.) I just came back from youth group.
84.) I sprained my foot once.
85.) Both of my mother's parents passed away last year within 4 months of each other.
86.) When I pray, I talk to God like I do my parents.
87.) I finished each Door Within book in approx. 3 day.
88.) I want to go to England someday.
89.) My favorite STAR WARS people are Anakin Skywalker, Han Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan, and Siri.
90.) I have an intense and strange dislike for Mace Windu.
91.) I have a collector's lightsaber that has a metal handle and lights up. In the dark it looks exactly like the real thing.
92.) I love chicken spaghetti.
93.) My favorite super hero is Spider-man.
94.) If I have girls one day I want to name them Stori and Song.
95.) One of my favorite LOTR lines is: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box? I also love Aragorn's speech.
96.) One of my favorite Narnia lines is: FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!
97.) I watch Spongebob and The Clone Wars. (Yes, I'm a geek.)
98.) I say Namarie for goodbye.
99.) My favorite Tolkien quote is: "He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship." (Talking about Legolas)
100.) I am now done!

Blog the Second

2008-10-29T15:05:00.001-07:00

Greetings all!

I have created a secondary blog! Here's a link...

http://ladylegolas.blogspot.com/

MUSIC

2008-10-21T16:03:00.000-07:00

As you can see...I now have a playlist! There's Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings, and, did I mention Lord of the Rings? There's even Lord of the Rings on Broadway...the one that says Legolas is singing. :D

So enjoy!!!

Just a thought,

Flinn

Well...

2008-10-16T19:38:00.000-07:00

I didn't get the part. But strangely, I'm really glad I didn't! I have been involved in a different play for 2 months now, and I seriously need a breather. But the auditions were EXTREMELY fun! Thanks for your prayers!

Prayer Request

2008-10-13T15:43:00.000-07:00

My sister and I have an audition for a play tonight. Pray that all goes well, even if we don't get the part! It should be fun! It's A Christmas Carol, if you're curious.

STAR WARS Salvation

2008-10-06T11:10:00.000-07:00

Ok, I know the title sounds weird, but it fits nicely to this post...

I take a theatrical sword fighting class where you learn to "act" a fight. Meaning, it's staged fighting used for plays and films. Well, every so often we in the Fellowship of Christian Swordsmen get together and perform a play with a salvation theme at churches or for the Boy Scouts or something to that effect. This time we had a STAR WARS theme. And you would be amazed at the results.

Everyone knows what STAR WARS is. Everyone has heard of Darth Vader and lightsabers. So it was no surprise that when we got on stage, dressed in Jedi garb and sporting broomstick lightsabers that hushed whispers began circulating throughout the room of elementary school kids. Our audience had been waiting for this (or so said the youth director dude at the church) for a few weeks. And so, to the blaring brass theme of the STAR WARS saga, our little play began.

It lasted maybe 45 minutes, with no mess ups (thank the King). In our version of a Jedi council (in which I was a Master..tee hee) we discussed the beliefs of one Master Ben Sal'i, a very experienced Jedi who had placed his faith in an all powerful God, believing HIM to be "the Force". In this way, we shared the Gospel with these kids. There were several different instances of teaching sprinkled throughout the play, and since it was STAR WARS, we had to add a good Jedi vs. dark Jedi melee in the end. The kids oohed and aahed over the fight, cheering their favorites. And (of course!), Good prevailed over evil.

So, after we get offstage, sweating, our crazy makeup smeared and our interesting galactic hair-dos a little deflated, the youth pastor tied up our message within the play with a short lesson. We all sat in a nearby Sunday school room and after a word with the King asking to touch the hearts of the kids, we waited.

The youth pastor comes in and speaks with our director. After a joyful laugh, she asks if the kids would like to see the fight scene again. They did, and so we lined up outside the doors to the children's theater room. But then word of what the pastor had said begins to spread down the line of actors...32 kids had come down to accept Christ!!!

God can work through any circumstance, any thing, or in this case, any play! He took a short little STAR WARS play and spoke through it to the hearts of these 32 kids. I was so happy during that extra fight scene, I don't think I looked the part of a calm, cool, and collective Jedi Master.

Praise God for HIS awesome power and majesty! Welcome to the family of God, kids!

Of Flaming Isles and God Moments

2008-09-10T13:54:00.001-07:00

I know, random title. But there are two things on my mind right now!

First off....I am reading the Isle of Fire and I LOVE IT!!! I like it much better than the Isle of Swords. Everyone loves a good pirate tale to send your timbers shivering. Well, this one is definitely a tale to consider! READ IT AND LOVE IT!!! lol

Second off, the other night I had one of the most magnificent God moments. I was randomly pacing, just before bed, and all of a sudden I started pouring out my heart to God. I told Him everything was thinking, praised Him and His awesome deeds, and just went on and on...
Afterwards it felt like a huge load had been lifted off my chest. I felt completely refreshed in my spiritual life (although my legs were quite stiff from my fervent pacing ;) !!! ) I basically said (in far more words than this)

God, take my life and use it. Mold it. Make me who you want me to be. I am in Your most capable hands.

It felt SO GOOD!!! Praise Jehovah!!!

Just a thought.

SCHOOL!!!!! AAAAHHH!!!!

2008-08-26T14:52:00.001-07:00

Well, school has officially begun!!! And I'm am not that thrilled, but hey. I'd rather be bored than stupid. So, it's off to Algebra, Biology, and all that other 'good' stuff for this little Elfling wannabe.

Over the course of this summer, I have been working on two fan fiction stories...a sad twist to Narnia...and Legolas being stuck in a dark cave with a large colony of Dwarves for an entire winter!!! That last one should get..interesting. :D

So, tell me, how's school?

Just a thought.

What do you fear, My Lady?

2008-08-19T20:36:00.000-07:00

Lauren's journey home has gotten me thinking. Our lives are short, and this I have known for a while. What we do matters, and I know that as well...

But as I think on these things, I release a long hidden fear within me...

I'm not often scared of things, but one thing sends a chill down my spine...

A quote by a well known Shieldmaiden sums it up nicely.

"A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance for valour has gone being recall or desire."

I fear being forgotten.

I have never strived to be the center of attention, and it's not that I want the praise of men.

Lauren had such a HUGE impact on people. You all should have seen the amount of mourners at her funeral. She touched the lives of so many people. She was an amazing vessel of God, sharing His love and spreading His Gospel.

I realize that my life is so...small...in the grand scheme of existance. So many have gone before me...unnoticed...their names forgotten...lost to the vacuum of time. But some...some go out with a bang.

We may not remember them, but I'm sure there were some that did something...it may not have made headline news, but their kindness or deeds left a mark on those they left behind.

I realize that I can make a difference.

I can be a blessing to those around me...be worthy of remembrance through what God does in me. I can be his hands, feet, mouth...and perhaps impact those around me.

I don't need to fight in a battle to win valour.

I can just...be me...

And through little, small, insignificant me...

God can create valour beyond imagining.

I hope I haven't rambled too much...:)

Just a thought,

Flinn

On Loosing a Friend

2008-08-06T09:41:00.000-07:00

Wow. She was only 20. How could this happen? She was always healthy. Her family is so intuned with God. I can't believe it...

Those were some of the thoughts that flitted through my mind last night when I heard the news. You see, there is a family that my family has known for...what...maybe 7, 8 years? Anyway, they have 7 children, and one I was very close to. She, myself, and another friend made up this trio of best friends that went EVERYWHERE together. But then I had to move away, and I lost contact with her. My parents kept in touch, but as time moved on, we didn't talk as much anymore.

Well, a few days ago I was informed that my friend's oldest sister was in badly ill in an ICU room. Over the past couple of days she would get better, get worse, get better, etc. Well, yesterday, we all thought she had taken a turn for the better. She seemed to be improving. But last night, the Lord called her to His side.

I couldn't imagine the grief that family was feeling. That my friend was feeling. I myself have a sister, and can't even fathom life without her.

As my heart aches, I think about life and time. She was only 20...20! She was beautiful. She loved the Lord. Her family loved her. Her friends loved her. Her voice was amazing. She was smart. She had everything going for her....

And now, she's gone.

Life is short. It's what you do with your life that counts eternally. Now she stands in the full glory of her saviour...and I almost envy her.

Use the time you were given to serve the Lord and do His will.

That's living.

*~*~*
In Memory of Lauren
*~*~*

Congrats Araken!!!

2008-07-23T10:58:00.000-07:00

Everyone give a big round of applause to Araken! His logo for the Site Logo Contest on the Door Within Forums won! Hurray!!!

In other news...I appologize for not writing that much this summer. It seems my life is not that interesting when school ends! :D

Last night at around 11 o'clock, my family gets a phone call from my uncle. My aunt has had her second child! I'm a cousin again! The baby's name is Elaina, and I cannot wait to see her! Perhaps when I get a photo I'll post it on here.

Well, that all for now...

Just a thought.

Perhaps Another Addition?

2008-07-07T20:25:00.000-07:00

Hello my friends! I found this blog and I loved it! Check it out! I think it would make a very nice addition to our YCF group. Thanks CaptianV for the link!

teenperspectives.blogspot.com

I've Been Tagged!

2008-06-23T11:17:00.000-07:00

I have been tagged by Caleb.

Rules: Link to the person that tagged you, post the rules somewhere in your meme, answer the questions, tag six people in your post, let the tagees know they’ve been chosen by leaving a comment on their blog, let the tagger know your entry is posted.

Who is your all-time favorite author and why? Hmm...that's so hard! I think I'd have to say J.R.R. Tolkien for introducing me into his amazing Middle-earth. And the Elves that inhabit it...lol.

Who was your first favorite author and why? I believe it was Lucy Maud Montgomery for Anne of Green Gables. I still love those books!

Who is the most recent addition to your list of favorite authors, and why? Probably Sharon Hinck for The Restorer Series. I've just started The Kingdom Series, and so far I like them. Perhaps Chuck Black could go in this spot as well.

If someone asked you who your favorite authors were right now, which authors would first pop out of your mouth? Frodo and Bilbo Baggins (a.k.a. Tolkien) :), C.S. Lewis, Wayne Thomas Batson, a good friend of mine who is currently writing a story of her own (you know who you are, Frodo), and from the Bible, either John or Solomon.

I tag...
Indina
Madi
Saved Monster

Some LOTR Humor

2008-06-15T16:42:00.000-07:00

You guys have probably seen these before, but I thought they were funny! Some of them are kind of cheesy though. I thought it was time for a little humor, so here it is! A side of Lord of the Rings we've never seen before...

Caption: I wish these darn Elf Scouts would stop trying to get their Help-An-Old-Man-Over-A-Mountain Badge!

Sorry, that one was a bit hard to read...

An Update and a Request

2008-06-10T20:25:00.000-07:00

Wow! I haven't written in a while. Shame be upon me! Well, there isn't much to say, except that I've been going to this dance camp up 'till today and I've been hip-hopping my backside off! I am so sore I probably look like an 80 year old lady hobbling around. Also, I'm STILL not done with school, so let's hope by the end of the week I can finish. I'm so close to getting done I can hear the sound of my text books closing for good. By the way, if you don't mind, could you guys pray for me? I'm beginning to realize I'll have to grow up someday and to be frank, it's rather scary. I have no clue where God is calling me. Please pray I'll find direction. Thanks! I'll try to post some trip pics soon!

My Vacation

2008-05-31T11:18:00.000-07:00

I must apologize for not being on here in so long! I'm on vacation! We went to Williamsburg, VA and that was really fun. The town was neat! Being a real American Revolution buff, it was great! Then we went to Yorktown, another YES! Then Jamestown. On the way out we went to Mount Vernon, G. Washinton's home and it was gorgeous! Now I am in Washington D.C.! Day one I went to the Lincoln Memorial and it was so big! I never thought it was that huge! Also saw the Reflecting Pool and the Washington Monument. Day two we toured the Capitol Building and the Pentagon. We also hit the Library of Congress, but sadly the Reading Room was closed. :( And today we got a tour of the White House! REALLY neat. Just after that we went to National Archives and saw the Declaration of Independence, The Constitution, The Bill of Rights...etc. I could hear the National Treasure theme song in my head the whole time! Well, that's my update. Gtg!

Attention Shelby!

2008-05-23T19:22:00.000-07:00

If you can possibly meet me at or around Williamsburg in the next 5 days or so, PM me on The Door Within Forum A.S.A.P. I'm not sure if I will have internet access, so speed is required! Thanks!

Juan

2008-05-22T18:00:00.000-07:00

I may have already posted this, but here is John 3:16 in Spanish. Forgive the lack of proper punctuation.

Juan 3:16
Porque de tal manera amo Dios al mundo; que a dado a su hijo unigenito; para que todo aquel que en el cree, no se pierda mas tenga vida eterna.

I believe that's write. Correct me if I'm wrong!

Just a thought,

Flinn

A New Pole!

2008-05-19T11:25:00.000-07:00

Greetings friends!

Ok, I'm probably driving all of you made with my infernal Prince Caspianess, but here's another pole! Tell me what you thought of the scene, or explain if I've missed your favorite.

Prince Caspian

2008-05-16T20:18:00.000-07:00

Well, I saw it and I have just one word to say: AMAZING!!!

I loved it! Totally better fight scenes, tons of action shots, and the duel...ah. The heavenly duel. Although it is kind of painful. I loved it!

Peter was rather sarcastic and a bit bitter in the beginning and a little bit in the middle, but I didn't mind so much, because he reminded me of Peter in the Bible. In Prince Caspian, Peter comes back thinking that he will be in charge again, and sort of leaves Aslan out of the picture. He ends up falling flat on his face and messes some major things up, and he finally sees in the end that it is Aslan that is really behind victory. At first, he only shouts: For Narnia! But by the end he's proclaiming, For Aslan. Peter in the Bible often got a big head about things it seemed. He too was over-zealous, always jumping into things. And then he would fall and come crawling back to Christ again.

Just a thought,

Flinn

WOOT!!!

2008-05-16T05:04:00.000-07:00

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: PRINCE CASPIAN IS HERE!!! I'M SEEING IT AT 3:30! HUZZAH!

I'm Having a Thought Here

2008-05-11T15:19:00.001-07:00

Any of you guys live in or around Williamsburg, VA or Washington D.C.? If so, perhaps we could meet! My family is going on vacation there. Anyone?

My Turn!

2008-05-06T18:00:00.001-07:00

I am going to do random facts about myself! Here goes!

I am rather short...the shortest in my family, and I'm the oldest!

I have sandy-brown hair that's more blond than brown.

I have sometimes hazel, sometimes just green or brown, sometimes blue, eyes. Just call me an Elf! lol

I am writing a book and five short stories at the moment.

I love fantasy and movies!!!

My favorite color is green.

I take a theatrical swordsclass. Huzzah! :)

I speak a little Sindarin (Mae Govannen!)

I love the woods with a strange passion, and could live in it probably.

My favorite actors are Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, and Reese Witherspoon (kinda). Not to mention the four Pevensie actors.

I was saved at the age of 7.

Well, that's all for now I believe! Perhaps more later.

Just a thought!

Flinn

Poor Harry

2008-05-04T12:01:00.000-07:00

So, I finally saw the third Spidy and it did not end how I wanted it to. Bummer about Harry! Bummer for M.J. and Peter too. It has to be my favorite out of all of them though. And for those of you interested Narniaweb has two full scenes from Prince Caspian for your pleasure!

Just a thought,

Flinn

Guess

2008-05-02T15:58:00.000-07:00

More Prince Caspian pics! And I heard something about Harry in Spidey 3. Something about an explosion and impalement. Hopefully they are unfounded. Anyway, hope you enjoy these! And as a side note, in Spanish

class we are learning Romans 5:8. I'll

compose it here when I learn it.

Just a thought,

Flinn

Mae Govannen!

2008-04-29T16:14:00.001-07:00

Sorry, random title, and sorry I haven't been on for a few days! My brain couldn't come up with anything to write about. So, today is just an off-the-wall, whatever comes to my mind day.

Started Deuteronomy yesterday and so far, it's just recapping over their journey. But so far I am enjoying it. I love Joshua, so I really can't wait to get to him!

Saw Spider-man 2 for the first time yesterday. Very interesting, and now I must see the third one. I wish Harry didn't go bad though. Or Peter. Humph.

Wrote a lot of Elvish today, just random words. I hope to begin learning it in earnest soon!

Home alone tonight, because my sis has dance recital pictures and my dad's still at work.

And finally, 16 days and counting until Prince Caspian!

Just a thought (or five),

Flinn

New Trailer Pics

2008-04-23T15:37:00.000-07:00

I know you guys are probably SO sick of my Prince Caspianess, but I CAN'T HELP IT!!! Here are a few more shots from the latest trailer... and some others.

Just a thought,

Flinn

Today in Flinn's World

2008-04-22T09:47:00.000-07:00

Hello my friends!

Thanks for your comments. You guys rock!

The Door Within Forum is back online! WHOOT!!! Another whoot, I just finished reading the book of Numbers! I have been trying the read the whole Bible because I realized there are some books I've never looked into. So I will be starting on Deuteronomy tomorrow.

At this moment, I am reading on my spare time The Ranger's Apprentice: The Battle for Skandia, and Halt (for those of you who haven't read it, he's the teacher/master dude for Will, the apprentice) is in a very sticky situation right now. I hope he gets out of it soon and unharmed!

I saw the movie 10,000 B.C. last night. My opinion: don't waste your time or money. It's just OK, and there is a lot of ancestry/ indian spirit worship stuff in it. Ick.

I hope you all have a good day!

Just a thought,
Flinn

My Grandfather

2008-04-21T06:21:00.000-07:00

First off, I want to thank you guys for your prayers. It's good to have people lifting you up. I really appreciate you guys!

Second of all, I am semi-sad, semi-proud to say that he passed away this morning. It was rather sudden, but I'm not all that sad about it, because I am absolutely sure that at this moment he is in heaven right now. And, I'm almost positive that the first thing he did was rush into the arms of his Lord. But the second thing was run straight to my grandmother's arms and swing her around in a giant bear hug.

Last night, I was kind of thinking about my grandmother, and thinking over the last day with her. The last thing I told her was that I loved her. I believe that's the last thing I told him too, besides perhaps a short phone call wondering if my mom was home. Yesterday my mom went to visit him at the hospital and when she left, my grandfather said,
"Tell them girls I love them." My mom replied, "Ok, I will, Dad."
"Don't you forget," he pressed.
"I will, Dad!" And then my mom left.

So, since I know that he's in heaven right now, it's not that hard to let him go. I feel, once again, thrown into Aidan's shoes, and now I mirror his thoughts...

"It's ok Mom," said Aidan. It's ok.

Flinn

Prayer, Please

2008-04-18T19:35:00.000-07:00

My grandfather is not doing very well tonight. In the space of two days, his breathing, thought function, and just spirits have gone down. Please pray for healing, but if it is his time to go, please pray that my family and I would be prepared for the worst. Thanks.

Flinn

OH!!!

2008-04-17T19:09:00.000-07:00

I found this the other day, and to all you Will Turner fans, this should make you happy about Pirates 3. This is an actual post from one of the writers of the films, talking about what becomes of him and Elizabeth....

Pretty close ...
Posted by Terry on Wednesday, 23 May 2007, at 12:31 p.m., in response to Re: Ah, that Davy Jones curse thing ..., posted by curious mate on Wednesday, 23 May 2007, at 8:55 a.m.
I don't know that I would say, "forbidden." There might be some story to be told where Elizabeth manages to make a trip to the land of the dead, with the help of someone, etc., etc., to find Will, etc.
But the basic requirement is that Will agrees captain the Flying Dutchmen (in return for what the film reveals) and that he can step on land but once every ten years, and that at any time, if he finds a love that is true (this is part of the original Flying Dutchman opera by the way) then his attachment to the ship is broken.

Just a thought,

Flinn

A New Poll!

2008-04-17T06:13:00.000-07:00

Choices, choices, choices! The Hobbit, The Door Within, or Prince Caspian first? Only one answer! It was hard for me to choose...really hard. What's your vote? Let me know!

Just a thought,

Flinn

More story...almost done!

2008-04-15T13:41:00.000-07:00

Hang on! The story's almost done.

King Thranduil, Bard, Mithrandir, Dain, and Bilbo all sat at a long table in the Elvenking’s tent. The Battle had been won, but barely. The Eagles had left their home in pursuit of the Goblin horde and had swept down upon them like a sudden storm. If not for their exploits, the fight would have surely been lost. Thorin too, with the rest of his group, had left the Mountain and joined in the battle, but he himself had been slain, along with a few from his company. Gandalf’s arm had been badly gouged, but could easily be mended. Keirdron’s body had been found among the dead, shot through with a poisoned Goblin arrow. But there had been no sight nor sound of Legolas since the first onslaught, and the King was beginning to worry.
A few serving Elves brought in some bread and wine, which was downed with little enthusiasm. None spoke, and if they did it was in hushed tones. Thranduil was wondering what could have happened to his only son. Bard pondered the sudden resolve of the held-up Dwarves in the Mountain. The mind of a wizard is one that cannot be breached. Dain was tallying off the dead of his army, and little Bilbo was envisioning his feather mattress back at home, and a warm fire, and a full plate of eggs and bacon, with a side of toast.
Suddenly there was a great murmuring outside the tent. The voices of many surprised men and woeful Elves were heard. Mithrandir looked up slowly. King Thranduil followed his gaze. What could it mean? thought the Elvenking. There was an unspoken agreement that they all wished to find out, so without a word the group got up and exited the tent. All except Bilbo, who was rather exhausted and had fallen asleep at the table, a slice of cheese in his hand. The sky was still dark, and the stars were gone, but the moon shone out palely behind the clouds. A figure was staggering up the path towards them. He was cloaked, but his hood had fallen back, revealing a youthful face and shining brown eyes. He seemed to be carrying a heavy load, for another shape was in his arms, and his steps were slow and deliberate. The figure stumbled once, but kept on. As the stranger drew closer, Thranduil cried out, and ran to the approaching person. Mithrandir, studying him with narrow eyes, called to him.
"Aragorn! Of all the unlooked for guests, you I must say, are one of the most pleasant."
Elessar stood before them, with the Elvenking close at his side. Gandalf had been smiling, a rare gift from a wizard, but the grin vanished as quickly as it had come. For in the arms of the Ranger was the body of an Elf. His clothes were slashed and soaked with blood and some of the crimson liquid stained the side of his face. Around his neck was a golden chain dripping with red, holding a Greenleaf charm. And in the center, the image of the Evenstar shone brightly in the darkness around them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warmth. There was something hot nearby. The smell of burning wood and a pronounced popping sound every so often. Pain. A burning sensation and a deep throbbing. Breathing was hazardous, for it sent out a new wave of soreness. Light. A yellowish-golden light that grew brighter as he opened his eyes. For a moment he stared at nothing, but soon his eyes began to focus. He was in a royal tent by the look of the furniture, and a fire blazed in a small hearth nearby. It danced in the way flames do, twisting and lapping at the air around it. Suddenly that same deep throbbing pain erupted in his chest. He breathed out sharply and took in a shuddering breath. A firm hand was placed on his shoulder. The darkness blocked his vision again and his head began to swim. Then the pain dulled, and slowly, the black was turned to grey, and then that yellow-gold. A shadow passed above him and his glanced drifted slowly upward. Elessar stood over him, examining his face. The grim Ranger mouthed some words but no sound followed. Then gradually, as if somewhere within him something turned up the volume in his head, he made out the voice.
"Can you hear me, Legolas?"
The Elf swallowed and his throat felt thick. He tried to speak, but the words caught inside him. Instead, he nodded painfully. Elessar knelt next to him and placed a stained rag to his head. Another wave of throbbing. Why was it that healing sometimes hurt worse than the wound itself? Legolas struggled to regain his voice. All that came out were two words.
"...my father."
"Your father is safe," said a deep voice from the corner. Mithrandir stepped forward into the light. "He left with Bard to settle the matter of the gold owed to Esgaroth. You, on the other hand did not come out so lucky as he."Legolas looked quizzically around him.
"You are in your father’s tent," said Gandalf as if reading his thoughts. "You were brought back here by Aragorn last night, and here it is night again. You’ve slept the whole day away!"
"Do you have any memory of the battle?" asked Elessar.
"Yes," he replied quietly. "At least...I think so." Aragorn replaced the bandage on his chest. Legolas sucked in air through gritted teeth.
"What does one expect when they meet up with the business end of a Goblin axe?" asked Elessar, fastening the bandage. "That demon was about to add you to the list of casualties."
"I owe you my life," said Legolas. "Arwen is truly blessed to have your affection." Aragorn’s grim expression softened a little at the thought of the Elven maiden.
"I do not deserve it," he said quietly. "She is far more than I could ever hope for." Legolas smiled weakly. Arwen had chosen well. The darkness was beginning to dim his vision again, but this time it was inviting and warm. He was safe, with friends around him, and he fell into a deep, refreshing sleep, his mind’s slumbering eye wandering beneath the trees of his homeland and to the stars above them.

Newer Prince Caspian Pics!

2008-04-11T06:13:00.000-07:00

I am SO stoked about this upcoming movie! And it looks like they are keeping one thing that I really wanted them to pull from the book. Aslan getting bigger as the children get older. So without further ado...

More Story...sorry.

2008-04-07T19:28:00.000-07:00

The next day dawned cold and grey. Legolas stepped out of his tent and gazed at the sky: a mass of clouds, no sun. He made his way through the maze of tents that spread out that way and this and headed towards the river. But before he got there the cry of a messenger was heard throughout the camp. An army of Dwarves was seen heading towards the mountain, and their leader appeared to be Dain. The force boasted of axes and iron caps, and they looked ready for battle. The call to arms was heard next, and the sound of it sent a sharp pang of thrilling excitement through his body. It was time. The battle for the mountain would begin soon. In his heart he had been longing for the day, and when it came, such a fire was lit within him that you could see the light of it shining in his eyes. The army lined up, and Legolas joined his father at the front line. Bard and Bilbo went out to meet the approaching branch of the large Dwarf army. Not much of what was said Legolas could hear, but the duo returned soon.

"Well, what did they say?"asked Thranduil.
"In a polite way," said Bilbo, "they basically told us ‘You have no business here; we are going on, so make way or we shall fight you!’"
"But for the moment their attack is stayed," said Bard. "I will send a messenger up the mountain to see if the payment in gold is there as promised. Then I will leave this desolate place and gladly!" So a scout was sent back up the Mountain. But when he returned, his arm was soaked with blood.
"What happened?" Thranduil called.
"There was no gold my lords," replied the Elf, somewhat through gritted teeth. "Only arrows."
Bard was furious.
"We attack, and attack swiftly! Before they can be rested from their march. Let us set upon them!" The fire of battle leaped up in Legolas’ heart.
"Long will I tarry, ere I begin a war for gold," replied Thranduil. "Let us wait while–"
Suddenly a great shout was heard from the east. While the Men and Elves had debated, the Dwarves had seized the opportunity. With a roaring battle cry they charged forward. Arrows began whizzing towards and around the armies of Mirkwood and Lake Town. It wouldn’t be long; Legolas drew his two knives, spinning them each twice in succession. Even more suddenly, a darkness suddenly covered the sky. In winter the cover overhead was dark, but something else hurried across it. Lightning flashed at the top of the Mountain. Whatever the darkness was, it was coming their way and coming fast.
"Halt!!!" came a voice from behind. Suddenly Gandalf rushed forward. He stood between the two armies and held his hands aloft. "Halt! Dread has come upon you all! Alas! it has come more swiftly than I guessed. The Goblins are upon you! Bolg of the North is coming, O Dain! whose father you slew in Moria. Behold! the bats are above his army like a sea of locusts. They ride upon wolves and Wargs are in their train!"
Goblins? Bats? Wargs? How did those horrid creatures hear of this? The thoughts whirled in everyone’s head, but there was no time. Mithrandir called Dain to join the Men and Elves and fight off this new army that had arisen, and as there was no time to argue, he did so speedily. The Dwarves all formed ranks among the other two armies and prepared for the coming storm. The huge cloud of bats blotted out most of the remaining light from the sun, making things even more confusing.
"To the Mountain! To the Mountain while there is still time!" called Bard. With great haste, the armies moved all around the base, arrayed themselves accordingly, and readied their weapons. The Elves were on one side, the Dwarves on one, and the Men on another. The Goblin army came ever nearer. As soon as they were within range, a volley was released, but the darkness above them caused many shots to go astray. Legolas’ heart was pounding. The time was ripe, the enemy before them. With great ferocity, he twirled his knives faster and faster. Adrenalin surged through him, and he bounced slightly from foot to foot, awaiting the signal. Finally, the moment came. Keirdron came forward, and in a loud voice shouted out the call: "CARRIO*!!" With a great shout, the armies of Mirkwood charged forward. Legolas raced on like one of his own arrows released from the string. In a few more paces, the battle would begin. He was close enough to see the ugly face of the nearest Goblin, who shrieked loudly at him, his jagged sword raised. Then...clash!! The whole force surged into the ranks of the yrch*. Legolas slashed his knives before him, and the first creature fell, screaming. He ducked a blow to the head and came from behind, driving both tips deep into the back of another. Black blood spurted out and covered the Elf’s hands, but that mattered little to him. With one knife he sliced the throat of an opponent, and with the second he swiped the legs out from under another. After the initial onslaught of the Eldar began, a cry was heard from behind, and down charged Dain and Bard, their armies behind them. The combined forces pushed foward. The Goblins were beginning to route the field. A smile crossed Legolas’ face, but then disappeared. A shrill cry rang out from above. A vast majority of the cursed yrch* had scaled the sides of the mountain, and were firing down upon the armies below. Any who tried to climb up after them found an arrow in their chest and met a very unpleasant end by falling back down to the earth. Any thought of victory vanished. They had only stemmed the first tide.
A swirling, swarming mass of Elves, Men, Goblins, and Dwarves suddenly surged around Legolas. It was absolute organized chaos. Suddenly, a body slammed into the Elf’s back. He turned to find a dwarf, brandishing his axe at a Warg nearby. The short, stubby figure had obviously not even noticed that he had run into another. But then, it was hard to tell in all of the confusion. The young-looking Dwarf had a iron cap on his head and his face almost disappeared in the mass of his red, braided beard.
"Come on!" it was the gruff voice of the Dwarf. "Bring your pretty face to my axe!" Then, from somewhere nearby, another deep voice called:
"Gimli! Get your sorry hide over here. You’re axe is needed at the front!" Gimli growled.
"This isn’t the last you’ll hear of me," he called to the Warg. He turned around and once again smacked into Legolas.
"Watch where you're going, pointy ear!" he growled. Then he sauntered off.
Dwarves, Legolas said beneath his breath.
The Goblins reformed their lines and sent their Wargs out before them. They came fast and full of fury, and it was all Legolas could do to keep them at bay with his arrows. Soon, the armies were overrun. The Elf spotted Bard a little ways away. Through the blur of bodies in motion, it was hard to tell what exactly the state of their combined armies were. Legolas spied Gandalf, and although his arm bled, he seemed none the worse for ware. Dain was putting up a fair struggle with a giant of a Warg, but he was too far off for Legolas’ shafts to be of any help.
Keirdron had been killed in the second assault. That left...
Legolas searched this way and that for his father, but could not find him. A sword swung down at him, but he blocked it with crossed knives and sent the foul creature into eternity. He fought his way to a high point at the very feet of the mountain and sought for a better look. The bats swarmed the heights now, and an strange darkness covered the sun, making it even more difficult to see. But with his keen Elven eyes, Legolas spotted at the far end of the field his father, surrounded by the last of the Elf lords, who were bound to protect their king at all costs. But one by one, they were being picked off, and soon the Goblins would reach Thranduil. A new fear shot through the Elf prince. And a new anger and hatred. With a great cry he charged once more into the fray of battle. His onslaught was fierce and terrible. It looked as though the fire in his soul was carried to his knives, for they seemed to be devoured in a white flame. Left and right he cut down his enemies. He would not let his father die. Not while he himself still lived. His attack was stayed as Goblins suddenly crowded the area around him. From every side, every angle, they came at him with all they had; swords, spears, arrows and axes. It was all Legolas could do to dodge, block and parry. He was close now, so close that he could see the fear that marked the Elf lords’ faces. With all his might he tried to fight his way through the swarm of bodies, but every time they filled in with more. At the edge of his hearing, he caught a sound. A voice. It was shouting something, and it was coming from his right. What was it saying? Through the chaos around him he strained to hear the words. Then, very faintly he caught the last of it.
"Elendil!!!" it cried. It was followed by the sound of metal against metal. Legolas knew the voice, but somehow he couldn’t place it. But soon the sound was fitted with a figure, for out of the mass of black shapes a person in a grayish-green cloak surged towards the Elven King and his defenders. His clothes were tattered and dirty, his youthful face marked with stubble, and deep brown eyes could just be seen beneath the hood. Legolas slashed hard at the giant of a Goblin before him. A renewed sense of joy mingled with worry filled his heart. Once more he fought forward, his knives swinging. The cloaked figure caught sight of the approach of the Elf out of the corner of his eye and turned. And at once Legolas was sure of the face.
"Eles—" but the Elf’s cry was cut short. A sudden sharp pain gashed across his chest, and the words caught in his throat. The knives dropped from his hands, and it seemed that everything moved in slow motion. He tried to take in a breath and got a raspy, unstable gasp in return. His vision blurred and his hands went absently to the source of the pain. They came back completely covered in dripping red. Blood. His own blood. Another huge Goblin had come forward while his attention had been turned. Now, Legolas looked into it’s slant-eyed face, then to it’s dripping axe. His legs gave way and he slammed to his knees. His breaths were becoming ragged and were beginning to sound wet. A sudden cough seized him and he spit out the blood that came to his mouth. Through the mass of ever darkening bodies around him, Legolas caught another glimpse of the man he had recognized. He was desperately pushing towards the Elf, slashing his sword left and right.
"Elessar," Legolas whispered. He felt another blow, this one to the side of his head. Warm liquid began to run down his face. A pair of strong arms grabbed the Elf and pulled him back before he would have fallen forward. The last thing Legolas saw was the brooding face of a jeering Goblin. Then everything fell into darkness.

Worship

2008-04-05T16:47:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm taking a break from the story (I can hear you guys cheering through the screen) to talk about a SAGE girls conference I went to this weekend. The leaders were so on fire for God, the topics hit home, and the worship...aah. It was amazing. Imagine yourself in this huge church building, the lights are dimmed. It's around 9 at night, and the sound of about a thousand female voices are raised in songs of praise to the King. I found myself on my knees, tears streaming. I felt HIS presence all around me, and felt HIS power in the pulsing beat if the drums. I felt utterly wicked before HIM, and utterly blessed. I was so happy afterwards; a burden that I didn't know was there was lifted off my shoulders. It was amazing.

Just a thought.

Third Installment...sorry, it's a long tale.

2008-04-03T19:40:00.000-07:00

Several weeks had passed since the dramatic escape of the dwarves. A few of the rafters had returned and reported seeing them in the Lake Town. But the King did not send for a host to retrieve them. For word of their mission had spread to Mirkwood as well.
"If my guess it correct, they will get their due reward in the end," said the King to Legolas. The two were in the King’s private chamber.
"You believe their quest will end in failure?" asked Legolas. "They certainly slipped past our guards unnoticed. Perhaps they can avoid the gaze of the dragon as well."
"I am doubtful," replied the King. "But with the dwarves stirring him up, we can expect trouble from the wyrm. We must be ready."
Thranduil was right. For word soon came that the Lake Town had been ravaged by the evil dragon Smaug, killing several inhabitants, and burning their town to a smouldering pile of rubble in the river bed. But the report also told of how one man by the name of Bard had killed the dragon and thereby saved many more lives.
"The time is now ripe," said the King in a royal council one day. "We will supply aid to the poor souls of Lake Town, but our armies will also be assembled, for much of the treasure in that mountain was taken from myself and my people. And knowing the nature of Dwarves, we will be in for a fight, be it verbal or physical, when it comes to gold and jewels." So without another word, the armies of Mirkwood were assembled and armed, food and supplies were readied, and the finest of the Woodland Realm’s craftsmen were assembled. Legolas, for the first time in many years, strapped on his own personal armor and his best bow and quiver. His two knives, which had been a gift from Elrond, he brought also. He was ready for battle, ready for adventure, ready to move. Something within him had been stirring for many years, and as soon as he took his first step out the great doors of the Hall, it was released. The world beyond was calling to him, and he was prepared for whatever came his way. Be it 13 Dwarves or a thousand dragons, a fire had lit inside him that would not be quenched. Behind him, row upon row of glittering spears shone in the sunlight that made it’s way through the deep branches. Swords and bows were also at the ready. Beside him rode his father, King Thranduil and the gon or commander of the armies of Mirkwood, Keirdron. Before him, loomed the prospect of battle. And the prospect was thrilling.
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After a few days the company of Elves left the shelter of the woods and arrived at the camping place of the refugees of the Lake Town. It was a sad sight. Mothers coddled babes and held their children close. Men searched the surrounding area for wood or food with little success, for all around them the vegetation was burned. Some were ill, others, wounded. Every face spoke of hardship and fear. Even Legolas’ restless heart was stirred with pity towards these unfortunate folk.
As soon as the Silvan people rode in the midst of them, many faces brightened. The packs of supplies were unloaded almost immediately and within a week and a half homes were built and food was restored. The men of the camp worked heartily, the thought of their families driving them forward. For winter was coming soon. The breeze began to speak of it in hushed whispers of cold that was more heard than felt by Legolas. After a suitable living place was well on it’s way to being established once more, the Elven King began making plans with the man behind the killing of the dragon, one called Bard. The Dwarves, in all probability, had met their due end by the fire or claws of Smaug, and a great deal of treasure was now to be had at the top of the mountain. So quickly and eagerly, the men of Lake Town secured their homes, made ready, and together with the Elves of Mirkwood marched forward into the desolate lands before them.
Not two days later, the great host of Elves and Men camped on the other side of the river, and now sat practically on the toes of the Lonely Mountain. Legolas, not much used to the banter of the human race and not understanding some of it, found himself wandering in the dark along the riverbank, away from the lights and the noise. Now that the cursed dragon was not puffing out huge clouds of smoke, the night sky was plainly visible. The stars shone out unusually brightly, now that the trees did not cover the view. Catching sight of one star that shone out the clearest, Legolas’ thoughts turned to Arwen and Elessar. Where was that scraggly Ranger? He could be anywhere in Middle-earth, and only you would see him, O Giliath,* Legolas thought to himself. The Elf’s gaze drifted to the river before him, glassy, reflecting the star’s light. Only the slightest ripple waved in the water. Footsteps sounded in the grass behind him, but he did not turn. He would enjoy the stillness of the scene before him for as long possible. A hand rested on his shoulder. Legolas turned. It was Bard.
"What is it that this Elf sees in the stars above besides their beauty?" he asked. "For your mind is not just upon them, is it?"
"You judge correctly," Legolas replied, "but of what my mind's eye lingers on I wish not to speak."
"Very well," said the man. "Then will you not come and join us around the fire?" Legolas slowly nodded his consent. The man smiled broadly. "Come." Legolas followed, grumbling a little to himself in his own tongue. Why is it that men always feel they need to be in the company of others? I find joy in solitude and quiet, not the carousing and noise of a group. Nevertheless, he went with Bard to the fireside.
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The next day dawned early. A company of Elvish bowmen and a few men of the Lake Town were dispatched to find an entrance into the mountain and find out what they could. Late that afternoon they returned. Their report was not what anyone had expected. They had found a way into the mountain by some falls at one side, but a wall had been constructed to hinder their passage. As the group had whispered amongst themselves of what to do, a voice had sounded from behind the barrier. It had yelled out: "Who are you, that come as if in war to the gates of Thorin, son of Thrain, King under the Mountain, and what do you desire?" Startled and very surprised, the company had returned without a word, awaiting orders.
After a little conference of sorts, the armies were moved to the east side of the river, and that night was filled with the songs and mirth of the Elves. Legolas reveled in some of the tales that were sung, and as they told of the valor of the Eldar and their exploits in the wars over the years, a pride swelled within him. Battle seemed ever nearer, and he was ready for it.
In the morning, Legolas, along with his father, Bard, and a company of spearmen set out up the mountain. It felt good to have his bow and knives with him, but he despised the cumbersome shield he had to carry with the emblem of Mirkwood emblazoned upon it. As soon as a battle started, he would loose it for sure, for it hindered his ability to grab a quick shaft. When they reached the falls, it was just as the earlier group had said. A roughly hewn wall was laid up to the very ceiling of the mouth of the opening. And the same words were uttered from behind the barrier. Bard strode forward. "Hail, Thorin!" he said, "Why do you fence yourself like a robber in his hold? We are not yet foes, and we rejoice that you are alive beyond our hope. We came expecting to find none living here; yet now that we are met there is a matter for a parley and a council." A moment later, the voice, presumably of Thorin, sounded again.
"Who are you and of what would you parley?"
Bard then went on to tell of his slaying the dragon and of the gold and treasure that was stolen from his ancestors and now sat in the mountain. Also, he told of the burning of the Lake Town, and wished that their share be returned to him to help rebuild. After a long silence, the muffled voice of Thorin spoke.
"You put your worst cause last and in the chief place. To the treasure of my people no man has a claim, because Smaug who stole it from us also robbed him of life or home. The treasure was not his that his evil deeds should be amended with a share of it. The price of the goods and the assistance that we received of the Lake-Men we will fairly pay–in due time. But nothing will we give, not even a loaf’s worth, under threat of force. While an armed force lies before our doors, we look on you as foes and thieves. It is in my mind to ask what share of their inheritance you would have paid to our kindred, had you found the horde unguarded and us slain."
"A just question," replied Bard. "But you are not dead, and we are not robbers. Moreover the wealthy may have pity beyond right on the needy that befriended them when they were in want. And still my other claims remain unanswered."
The parley went on for some time, with many a gruff comment towards the Elves and Men from behind the wall, but in the end, the Dwarf would not give in. So, with the threat of return, the company left. Several hours later, Legolas found himself back at the opening in the cave mouth. A trumpeter blast and the Elven Prince stepped forward.
"In the name of Esgaroth and the Forest, we speak unto Thorin, Thrain’s son Oakenshield, calling himself the King under the Mountain, and we bid him consider well the claims that have been urged, or be declared our foe. At the least, he shall deliver one twelfth portion of the treasure unto Bard, as a dragon-slayer, and as the heir of Girion. From that portion Bard will himself contribute to the aid of Esgaroth; but if Thorin would have the friendship and honor of the lands about, as his sires had of old, then he will give also somewhat of his own for the comfort of the men of the Lake." Legolas had only just finished saying this when out from an unseen hole shot an arrow. It smote with a clang into his shield. Wrath flared up within the Elf. Those cursed stiff-necked Dwarves care for not but their own purse! he thought angrily. He threw down the shield and reached for his own bow, but before he could get to it, a hand clasped firmly around his wrist, and he found his arm thrust down to his side.
"Stay your anger," his father said in the fair Elven speech."The time for it will soon come, but it has not yet." Biting his tongue, Legolas nodded. Then, regaining his composure, continued.
"Since such is your answer, I declare the Mountain besieged. You shall not depart from it, until you call on your side for a truce and a parley. We will bear no weapons against you, but we leave you to your gold. You may eat that, if you will!" It was an embittered company that descended the mountain that afternoon.
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That night Thranduil, Bard, and Legolas sat by one fire in the King’s tent, contemplating what to do about the stubborn Dwarves in the mountain. It was a rather chilly night, so most of the camp’s inhabitants sat quietly around their own warm embers.
"At least now we have Mithrandir," said Legolas, mostly to himself. The wizard had appeared earlier that day and was met with great enthusiasm. Presently, the sound of approaching persons was heard, and suddenly before them stood two Elven scouts, guiding a very cold looking and very wet...Hobbit.
"Good heavens!" cried Bard with a start.
"We found him crossing the river from the mountain side, my lord," said the first scout.
"I’m not sure what harm he could do though," replied the second.
"Tell me," Thranduil asked the small shivering creature before him. "What is a Halfling from the Shire doing this far from home? I have never known your people to be found of traveling, and by the look of you you have done a great deal of it."
"Th-th-that is a l-long t-tale, sir," said the Hobbit through chattering teeth. Seeing the poor thing’s plight, Thranduil excused the scouts, and invited the Halfling to draw near to the fire and get warm. After a while, he explained some of the basic elements of his adventure with the Dwarves, and that he was to be granted a fourteenth share of the treasure. He said what they all guessed about that the stubborn son-of-a-goat up in the mountain, that would sit on his gold and starve, rather than give any of it away, for such is the nature of Dwarves. But the wet little creature before them then offered an alternative. Suddenly he drew forth something that none of the three around him ever expected to see...the Arkenstone, the Heart of the Mountain. A diamond sphere that shone as if it held moonlight within it, and without a word, he handed it to Bard. After a great deal of explaining and prompting, Bard accepted the gift, and because the Hobbit, who was called Bilbo, wished to return to his friends, the King sent after him, with many a blessing, an escort to be sure he made it back to the river. After he had gone, the three still stood in wondering amazement.
"For one so small, he had a lot of pluck to do such a thing," said Bard.
"Indeed he did," replied Thranduil. "A Halfling just stayed a war when we ‘big folk’ as they call us, could not."
"Remarkable," Bard replied. Legolas nodded.
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Once again a new day arrived, and the Elven prince found himself once more ascending the Mountain with a company of twenty others, including Bard and Thranduil. Mithrandir also joined them, carrying the Arkenstone in a chest before them. Just as they reached the opening the group laid down spear, bow, and sword, and then approached. Bard called out to the inhabitants. There was a speedy reply.
"My mind does not change with the rising and setting of a few suns," called Thorin. "Did you come to ask me idle questions? Still the Elf-host has not departed as I bade! Till then you come in vain to bargain with me."
"Is there nothing for which you would yield any of your gold?" asked Bard.
"Nothing that you or your friends have to offer," replied the Dwarf hotly.
"What of the Arkenstone of Thrain?" asked Bard. There was a long stunned silence within the cave. Then the wrath of Thorin raged.
"That stone was my father’s and is mine! Why should I purchase my own? But how came you by the heirloom of my house—if there be need to ask such a question from thieves."
"We are not thieves," Bard answered. "Your own we will give back in return for our own."
"How came you by it?!" shouted the Dwarf. He appeared at the top of the wall. His face was bright red.
"I gave it to them!" a voice squeaked from the other side of the wall. All turned and saw it was Bilbo. Thorin looked up suddenly and grabbed the poor Hobbit, yelling so much so fast that it was hard to comprehend what he was saying, even for the Men. The Dwarf shook the Hobbit like a rabbit and was about to toss him over the wall shouting, "I wish Gandalf were here! Curse him for his choice of you!"
"Stay! Your wish is granted!" shouted Mithrandir, coming forward. Many hot words were exchanged, but in the end, the Hobbit was released. Thorin, in a rage, excused Bilbo from the Mountain and from his share, and sent him down to join the party below. After a bitter argument, it was decided that the gold and silver would be repaid, but until that time, the Arkenstone would stay with Bard. Bilbo climbed down and began to leave with the rest of the party. As he left, the small creature cried out to those behind him,
"Farewell! We may meet again as friends."
After a few choice words from Thorin and the announcement that the Dwarves had until the following day to give up their share, the party went down again into the valley.

More Fan Fiction

2008-03-31T13:00:00.000-07:00

Here's the next part of my Legolas fan fiction story. Here goes!

The merriment around him pulled Legolas from his thoughts. His father once again stood for a toast. But before he could utter a word, the intruder appeared again. He rushed into the middle of the musicians and ran towards the King. Instantly the lights went out, the food was taken up, and the party moved on once more.
"‘Tis a sad day when one cannot enjoy a feast in his own homeland," said one Elf to another.
"‘Tis indeed," said the other, "but I am beginning to tire of this disruption. I say the next time, we..." But his thought was cut short, for the lights were lit once more, the table spread, and the songs begun once more. Legolas once again sat at right hand of his father.
"You are troubled, are you not?" asked the King. Legolas jumped as if he had been awakened by a sudden splash of water.
"A little," said Legolas.
"And what troubles you, my son?" asked Thranduil. Legolas sat silently.
"It is Arwen, and Elrond, and Elessar. It is the world, and my place in it." He shifted in his chair. "I suppose I am restless."
"Restless?"
"I want to convince Elrond of the uselessness of sending Arwen away. I wish that I could follow Elessar and keep him safe from harm. Safe from death. If he dies, I fear that Arwen will not be long in following him. I long for an adventure, something beyond the ends of Mirkwood. Something."
"Perhaps someday you will find what you seek," replied the King. He smiled warmly at his son.
"Come, bring your mind back to the feast before you, and the merriment that can be had from it." And with that he stood once more for a toast. But, not to their surprise, the intruder appeared again. But this time, when the lights went out and the feast was quickly taken up, the company stopped just a little ways into the woods.
"Let us retrace ours steps and capture this pest," said one Elf to another.
"Yes, let us," said the other, "though our feast is now officially ended." There was a disgruntled sigh and the two slunk back to the clearing. The frustrated party of Elves made their way back to the stronghold of Mirkwood. The grumbling group made their way back over the bridge and entered the great door into the kingdom. As the Elves went their separate ways, the two others whom they had left behind appeared, hauling behind them a small, but obviously important dwarf. Legolas studied him quizzically from the far end of the hall.
"Why did you three times try to attack my people at their merrymaking?" asked the King.
"I did not attack them," answered the dwarf; "I came to beg, because I was starving."
"What were you doing in the forest?"
"Looking for food and drink, because we were starving."
"But what brought you into the forest at all?" asked the King angrily. At that the dwarf shut his mouth and would not say a word more.
"Very well!" said the King. "Take him away and keep him safe, until he feels inclined to tell the truth, even if he waits a hundred years." As the dwarf was taken away, very angry and calling that he was starving, the King called his son to him.
"Bring the poor creature some food and drink, and see if he can be persuaded to talk."
Legolas nodded and went down a long hall to the food stores. He found there bread and cheese and a flask of spring water, collected them, and made his way to the dungeon. The guards had just brought the dwarf to his cell, and he seethed with anger.
"Unhand me! Release me I say! This is a nice way to treat a stranger! And one that is starving too! Let me go I say!"
Seeing Legolas approach, the guards let him in, but were quick to close the door behind him.
The dwarf looked up and studied his visitor, then seeing he was an Elf, crossed his arms and shut his mouth.
"Greetings," said Legolas, unsure of how to address a dwarf. "I have brought you some refreshment, for I heard that you were–"‘"
"Starving! Absolutely starving!"
"Yes, well," he revealed the bread and cheese and handed them to the prisoner. The dwarf’s eyes grew wide with longing for a moment, but then he scowled.
"Poisoned I’m sure," he said grudgingly.
"Certainly not!" cried Legolas. "If we were to kill you we could have done so in the woods without you even knowing we were there!" The dwarf continued to scowl for a moment, but the smell overcame his apprehension and he hastily swiped up the cheese.
"And here is some water, fresh from our own springs," said Legolas. This too was snatched from his hands.
"So, why is a dwarf such as you wandering so far from your homeland?" asked Legolas. The dwarf who had been chewing loudly, stopped short. His eyebrows furrowed and he snorted.
"Well, why? If I may ask," said the Elf.
"You may not," replied the dwarf curtly.
"Things would be a lot better for you if you spoke now and spoke the truth," said Legolas.
This time the dwarf didn’t say anything. Once again, he crossed his arms (this time with a hunk of bread in one hand and a slice of cheese in the other) and shut his mouth. Legolas sighed and shook his head.
"Curse the stiff necks of the Dwarves," he said under his breath. "Very well, and I am sorry for your sake, that you did not confess." Legolas stood and rapped on the door. The guards opened it and let him out. Then they hastily closed it again.
Legolas returned to his father and reported the behavior of their guest.
"Fool," said the King. "Very well. If it takes a hundred years, so be it, but he shall not leave until he tells the truth."
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A few days later, a company of scouts entered the throne room of the King, leading in a band of 13 very tired and very sick looking dwarves. They made no resistance and walked in a single file line, bound by the hands. Of many different ages and sizes they were, but they were dwarves nonetheless. The King saw their state and ordered that they be untied. Legolas had just entered the hall and now stood hidden in the shadows of an alcove. The King questioned the dwarves long and searchingly, but he got little more news out of them than he did the first dwarf. These were surly and angry and did not pretend to be polite. One stepped forward suddenly.
"What have we done, O King? Is it a crime to be lost in the forest, to be hungry and thirsty, to be trapped by spiders? Are the spiders your tamed beasts or your pets, if killing them makes you angry?" Legolas watched as his father’s face turned a bright shade of red.
"It is a crime to wander in my realm without leave. Do you forget that you were in my kingdom, using the road that my people made? Did you not three time pursue and trouble my people in the forest and rouse the spiders with your riot and clamor? After all the disturbance you have made I have a right to know what brings you here, and if you will not tell me now, I will keep you all in prison until you have learned sense and manners! Guards, take them to the dungeon! Give them food and drink, but put each in a separate cell. Away with you!" The guards leapt into action and firmly escorted the group away. The great door of the Hall of Mirkwood began to close. From his spot in the shadows, Legolas watched them slowly shutting. But just as they were about to return to their original places, a shadow passed on the floor, and the Elf thought he had heard footsteps. He scanned the area for a sight of movement, but found none. Bewildered, he took one last long look, and left the hall.
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One morning many days later, Legolas awoke to the sounds of many voices and the rush of feet. He hurriedly dressed and stepped into the hall. Elves were racing this way and that, some with weapons. Quickly he grabbed the closest Elf he could find.
"What is wrong?"
"The prisoners, every last one, have disappeared!"
"What?" Legolas asked.
"Last night they were all accounted for, but when morning dawned, they were gone, along with many of the empty barrels we had just unloaded. Many suspect an elaborate escape plan, but without the use of devilry I cannot fathom how they could have pulled it off without anyone knowing."
"That is strange indeed," said Legolas.

Random News

2008-03-29T12:45:00.000-07:00

Hello friends!

How are you all? I am drowning. Our pool had a small little slit in the liner and that has turned into a huge project. Argh. It's taking a while, but oh well. Projects of this nature tend to do so.

Been stoked about Prince Caspian! May 16th seems so far away. :( But after that our family is going on a trip to coloniel Williamsburg! WHOO!! I love the American Revolution so I'm going to have a blast.

I began on the script for The Door Within movie we're going to do. It's kinda scary, so don't expect any awesome special effects or amazing actors.

Just a thought,

Flinn

Thoughts of a Sindarin Elf

2008-03-26T12:02:00.000-07:00

Hello my friends!

Here is a fan fiction story I've been piddling around with. I want honest opinions, now. This is only the first little bit, and I'll add more later. I'm not sure what to call it, so if you have some titles in mind, feel free to share. For now, it's simply called: Thoughts of a Sindarin Elf.

Preface
Let your mind wander back to a time before Sauron was a major threat; before the Fellowship; even before Frodo! 60 years have yet to pass before those things are even thought of. This story begins in the land of Mirkwood, in a time when war was a distant memory. But for the Prince of Mirkwood, war is nearer than he thinks.
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The day was beautiful. The air was cool and the trees were swaying in a light breeze. A feast awaited the group that flitted through the forest, and their soft voices whispered of fun and gaiety. Legolas followed, his heart light at the prospect of it all. The food, the music, and the wondrous wine of a royal feast. The elves made their way to a certain clearing in the woods and came upon the sight they were seeking. A long table, laid from end to end with a wide variety of edibles stretched out before them. Lamps were hung to dispel the darkness of the tightly knit trees about them. Their King, Thranduil, was seated at the far end. He beckoned all to come forward. Legolas seated himself at the right hand of his father. The sounds and smells were wondrous, and the prince took it all in. He looked around at the rest of the party and a sudden aloneness filled him. Although he was their prince, he was not one of them. They were of the Silvan kind, and he was of the Sindarin, the high elves. Their carefree view of life would never be his. He was more a part of the Nature of Middle-earth, wound into it’s very fabric. He felt when darkness crept ever closer to their sanctuary in the woods. He felt the moaning of the wind, the sounds of the forest, the cries of the earth through the creatures themselves. The people that stood before him were completely oblivious to the world outside the forest. Their only world was the woods around them.
He had just returned from a journey to Rivendell where he had visited his close friend, Arwen Undomiel. Through the long hours he had learned many things, but one person in particular had caught his interest. Arwen had spoken of a Ranger called Aragorn who had been raised in Rivendell and spoke the fair Elven tongue. Legolas had only seen him once before while the man was passing through Mirkwood, but the Elf had been watching from the shadows of the trees. On the fifth night of his stay, the Ranger returned to that sanctuary deep in the mountains. Legolas had been introduced and the two had instantly found conversation. Soon, they were well beyond acquainted, and were talking like long lost friends. Arwen had only smiled at the two, but the dreamlike look in her eyes had not been missed by Legolas. Later that night, he had confronted her about it.
"So what think you of this Elessar?" he asked. The moon was high and cast a glow on the land about.
"He is wise and kind," she replied. "And gentle."
" But a mortal," reminded Legolas. Arwen’s gaze fell.
"Yes." Legolas came and stood before her. He clasped her hand in both of his.
"You know what it would mean to be wed to such as him," he said. "I agree, he is a noble man, wise beyond his years and very kind. But..."
"He is a mortal," Arwen finished.
"Yes." Legolas cast a worried look at his friend. "To give one’s love to a mortal, means to become mortal yourself." Arwen nodded slowly.
"I have thought on it long," said Arwen. "And I..." she shook her downcast head. Legolas lifted her chin.
"You still love him," he answered. Arwen nodded, her eyes glittering with tears.
"My father, I am sure, will not hear of it," said Arwen. "He loves the man like a son, but he would die before he let me give Aragorn my love."
"He wishes only what is best for you," Legolas said. "And so do I. If you love him, and cannot be parted from him...then you must at least let your father know of it."
"I believe he does," Arwen said. "Elessar was talking to him privately today. And my father’s face looked like a stormy sky, waiting to unleash it’s wrath. He wishes that I..." she paused.
"That you...what?" asked Legolas. The Evenstar shook her head.
"It is nothing. A tale for a different time." Legolas looked puzzled but nodded.
"My only fear is that your tale will end like that of Beren and Luthien," said Legolas. "That your Beren will be killed, and you will give into despair and fade. A Ranger’s life is not a safe one."
"But the story does not end there," said Arwen. Legolas shook his head gravely. Arwen looked at him, searching for some hint of his thoughts. His face was expressionless. He stared into the night, lost in thought. Arwen let her hand slip from his. She thought she had guessed what his response would be, but now she was unsure. She turned to leave him alone with his thoughts..
"If you truly love him," said Legolas, "then I wish you both joy beyond the bonds of immortality." She turned to find what she had been hoping for, a warm consenting smile. "He is a noble man."
Arwen turned back to him and he wrapped his arms around her. She looked up at him and she too, smiled.
"You have been as my brother all my life," she said. "Your approval means more than you know."
"And your happiness means more than you know," he replied.
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The King stood for a toast. Following custom, Legolas stood as well. But before one word could be uttered an intruder ran into the middle of their feast. The forest of Mirkwood was fast becoming a dangerous place, so every precaution was taken to keep them safe. The lamps went out, the food was collected, and the company set out in search of a more secure place in the shelter of the trees.
"What was that?" whispered one Elf nearby to another.
"I could not see," replied the other, "but whatever it was, it mustn’t have been very big."
Suddenly a chorus of voices filled the clearing behind them. Many voices; most rough and deep, others more small, but they were all calling to someone or somethings. Not many of the Elves of Mirkwood could understand the common speech, but Thranduil and his son could. The voices were shouting names, not very beautiful, but names nonetheless. But they were soon too deep in the woods to hear their cries and once again, the lamps were lit, the feast was laid out, and the music began. And once again Legolas’s mind began to wander...
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During his stay at Rivendell, the prince had been privileged with many more conversations with Aragorn. He had learned just about everything there was to know about him, where he had come from, his childhood, some of his adventures, and hidden beneath it all, his deep affection for Arwen. He often observed them together, slipping off to some secluded area to talk. Arwen’s eyes glittered with joy when she was around him, and it warmed Legolas’s heart to see it. For like himself, the Elf maiden had lost her mother when she was young, carried away by goblins and then murdered. Her happiness was a blessing to him beyond words, for he truly loved her like only a brother could.
On the ninth day of his stay, Aragorn left for another of his long journeys. Arwen tearfully watched him go from the far side of the bridge. Legolas watched from the gate, but did not approach her. He felt it best to let her be.
As it came time for Legolas to return to Mirkwood, Elrond called him into his chamber.
"I am sure you know of the relationship between Elessar and Arwen," he said, somewhat pensive.
"I am," Legolas replied simply.
"And what do you think of it?" he asked.
"I am well aware of the consequences of giving one’s love to a mortal," began Legolas. "But so is Arwen, and she is willing. She loves him, and whether Arwen is fated to be wed to him or nay, she is already his completely. That will never change." Elrond shook his head angrily.
"I will not see my daughter fade into the bitter existence of mortality," said the older Elf.
"But that is just it," said Legolas. "Their hearts are already joined, and to be parted from him will cause her to..."
"I wish her to leave Middle-earth!" Elrond said in a passion. Legolas felt as if he had been skewered.
"What?"
"I have arranged for her a passage to Valinor," Elrond said. "It will take many years for the ship to be ready, but what are years to an Elf? She will leave, and go into the West, to forever remain the Evenstar." Legolas almost choked.
"Leave...Middle-earth?" he said. "That would surely destroy her!"
"What do you know of such a matter as this, Wood Elf?" Elrond said angrily. Legolas’s gaze fell to the floor. Some of the storm clouds departed slowly from Elrond’s expression.
"Forgive me," he said. "But I am torn as to what to do. I too wish her joy beyond measure. But to give up your heritage, your race, your immortality...only few have ever done so. And the consequences have been severe." Legolas came and put a hand on Elrond’s shoulder.
"But it is too late to change her mind. She is resolved, and as a friend, I have told her that I give my consent. But it is yours she yearns for." Elrond paced the floor for a moment. It was obvious he was struggling inside.
"A night’s rest and a new dawn will perhaps bring more answers," Legolas said. Elrond nodded slowly.
"When do you leave?"
"At first light," replied the prince. "Please, feel free to enter our Woodland Realm at your leisure. It is long since any of Rivendell have ventured there. You would be most welcome."
Elrond had nodded and bade Legolas a good night. And the next morning, he had left. But before he had done so, Arwen had come to him.
"A gift," she said. "So that you will forever know that you have my love as a friend; nay, as a sister." She brought forth a necklace, a long, slender chain of golden rope that resembled a vine, and at the end, a golden Greenleaf. In the center of that Greenleaf was a diamond image of the Evenstar.

OK, I promise it gets less lovey, but that's all for now. Honestly, tell me what you think.

The Grand Tour

2008-03-23T13:58:00.000-07:00

Hello Friends!

Here is a tour of my room! And this is the door to get in!!! The top one says *No admittance except on party business* from an LOTR party. The next sign basically states my affinity for Elves...in Elvish of course. Next comes the dreaded Pirates ye be Welcomed sign, with the five or so main characters from P3. And last but not least, the bottom scroll-like thing has the poem of entry from the Door Within on it. Now going on... This is the first portion of my wall on the right when you're stepping into my room. Posters of my favorite movies as well as a small Barlow Girl one. Moving on...

Further down the same wall is my lovely TV cabinet which acts as a bookshelf as I am devoid of a TV in my room. More postery stuff...

My imfamous writing desk! Where my stories are realised from my brain and fly onto the page. Of course, can't be complete without a Narnia poster.

The last part of this wall and many, many more posters. Perhaps I am a posteraddict. Hmm...oh. That's also the top of my doll house. My parents put it together for me when I was younger.

If you turn directly to the left you'll come upon my bed. Their's my teddy and replica lightsaber that really turns on! I love it.

This is another portion of this wall. I have dolls from all over the world in that white cabinet thing. And of course, my radio. There's also a little display of Pirates/Narnia stuff. Yeah, when I'm a big fan, I'm a BIG fan.

My closet. Well, I think that's about...wait! Want to see the inside of my TV cabinet?

Let's see...The Children of Hurin, LOTR, The Hobbit, the soundtracks, Arwen's costume crown, the One Ring, a ROTK valentines card, and the Evenstar on the top shelf along with random numerous books. On the bottom, my writing stuff, Hershey's Kisses, and all of my fantasy faves. Including the beloved Door Within. If it gets put in there, I love it.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little *glimpse* into my life!

Just a thought.

The High Mouse

2008-03-20T11:13:00.000-07:00

Mae Govannen Nin Mellon!

Greetings my friends!

(Or something of that nature)

Here is one of first real looks at Reepicheep the Mouse that I have found. Isn't he cute? I love his feather. I wonder how tall he will be...

Ah, the glories of Spring Break. It was a surprise to get one, because we usually don't, but mother let us and I am thrilled!

Anything exciting happening to you guys?

Just a thought.

From Gandalf to Gimli

2008-03-16T20:21:00.001-07:00

Hello friends!

For some reason, I have been on this LOTR kick for the past week or two. Not that I'm not always in some kick of sorts, whether it be Yewlanders or First John. But that is beside the point. I believe the Two Towers is my favorite out of them all, but I'm not sure. Legolas has to be my fave, his archery is unsurpassed. Perhaps beaten by Nock, but that would have to be proven. Boy, I'd love to see that contest!

The names have always fascinated me. Rivendell, Gondor, Lothlorien, Rohan, Haldir, Faramir, they roll off the tongue! The skill, courage, and faith that drove the characters on was unbelievable. I could go on and on, but I'll stop now. So tell me, what's your favorite character, race, and place? Mine would have to be...hmm. Legolas for the character, Elves for the race, and it's tied between Imladris, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood for the place. But I think Mirkwood.

Just a thought!

2008-03-16T20:21:00.000-07:00

Hello!

2008-03-10T15:59:00.000-07:00

Hello my fellows! Wow, that rhymed!

I cleaned out my room today (argh) while listening to the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack (yay!). It took forever, but I did. Now all that's left is my closet (a horrified scream escapes my lips). On one of my posts, I should give a picture tour of my room. That might be fun.

If you haven't joined the Door Within Forum, I suggest it. It's so fun! One person asked the question (this might have been you, araken) what if Mallik got married. HEE HEE!!! That would be great! I'd love to know what his wife would look like!

Just a thought.

Of Quail and a Princess Bride

2008-03-09T08:50:00.000-07:00

Here are some newish Prince Caspian stills. I've got a ton, so I'll post more later.

Sick today. Got a cold and can't go to church. :( I believe I sound like Bilbo in the Hobbit: Thag you bery buch. So I read a little bit of Numbers about the people complaining that all they got was manna. I love God's response. He gave them loads of quail. Tons of quail. But for those who lusted that was their last meal, because God sent a plague to them. I don't know why, but I find that funny!

Another thing I find funny, The Princess Bride! I saw that for the first time yesterday. HA HA!!! I loved it.

"My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

LOL

Stab the Heart, Live Forever?

2008-03-06T06:29:00.000-08:00

So how many of you here love Pirtates of the Caribbean? I certainly do. In fact, at one point in my life, I loved it so much it became a spiritual problem. Yipes! Let us not relive the past. Anyway, who here does not like how Pirates 3 ended? Once again I raise my hand. The whole quest to find a way to live forever. The heart and numerous betrayals. Backstabbing (or in some other cases heart stabbing :) ) was a recurring theme. And all for what? To be forced to sail the seas forever and ever only venturing on land once every 10 years.

There's one scene where Jack is talking to Davy Jones. The conversation is short and is as follows.

Jones: Jack Sparrow, do you fear death?

Sparrow: You have no idea.

Isn't that sad? The whole time in the theater (OK, this might sound silly, but it's true) I kept thinking: Jack! There's another way to life eternally! I wanted to reach into the screen, yank him out and explain to him that stabbing a heart wasn't going to give him a fulfilling life forever.

Just a thought.

Plight of the Famed

2008-03-03T10:28:00.000-08:00

What do you see here? Three very familiar faces most likely. They've been on the cover of magazines. They've been on the big screen. They've been on national and international television. And every single one of them is lost.

Now, I suppose I shouldn't make assumptions. Perhaps in their youth one or two of them gave their lives to Christ and then left HIM behind for showbiz. But their actions certainly don't show signs of a God driven life. Orlando is a Bhuddist, and who knows what Depp and Lohan are, if anything.

It saddens me that people with such prestige and attention often don't use their status for good. They could be setting excellent examples for millions of young and old. But sadly, this doesn't happen often. If at all.

When we pray, I don't think we should forget those star-studded celebrities out there. I'm going to go out on a limb here and think big: Can you imagine a Hollywood where its goal was to bring honor and glory to God? So when you have the time, pray for the people out there who've made it big. If God could change the heart of Paul, HE can change their hearts too.

Just a thought.

Take Action

2008-03-01T16:13:00.000-08:00

OK, this probably going to be short, but today I went to a YWAM event called Take Action. It was so great! I had a blast and there was an excellent time of worship in there. They talked about how everyone has a story to tell about their life. Some are good, some are not. But instead of reliving the bad in your life, choose to look to the future and see what God is doing now in your life! Just a quick note.

Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins

Random, Again

2008-02-29T17:12:00.000-08:00

Hello Friends!

Well my grandfather is out of the main ICU unit. One doctor says he can go home tomorrow, another says next week. Who knows?

Happy Leap Day as Elliot said on his blog! (Jumps up and down)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7JE_jZDBds

Here's the vid of my sister and I singing at the talent show I posted about earlier. By the way, my sister is IndinaTookofMithegard. I was shaking and my knees were literally Nocking. (Sorry, I couldn't resist! LOL) Knocking. I'm the one with my hair half pulled back, and my sis is the one with it in her face! LOL She decided to hide I guess! She claims it was an accident. Hmm...

Hope you have a great day my fellow bloggers!

A Miracle

2008-02-28T12:40:00.000-08:00

I was reading Ian's post about God's miracles and that inspired me to write about a miracle that has happened to me.

It was my first day of kindergarten. I was riding in the car on the way to a viewing for an elderly man that had passed away at our church. It frustrated me that I couldn't look out the window, because my dad had a suit hanging up blocking it. Well, we went around a sharp corner, and another car came flying towards us in the opposite direction. Before we knew what happened, BOOM! We got hit. Glass shattered, my sister screamed. When we came to a stop, we all got out, shaking, but not seriously injured. Looking at the car we found that the window by me was completely shattered, but I didn't have hardly a scratch on me. Do you know what saved me? My dad's suit! It caught all the glass that would have busted all over me!

We found out later that the very day of the wreck, our pastor suddenly felt the urge to pray for our dad and family. Our God works in amazing ways, doesn't He? Praise be to Him from whom all blessings flow!

The Restorer's Journey, My Grandpa, etc.

2008-02-26T12:42:00.000-08:00

Hello friends!

I have just finished reading The Restorer's Journey, and I have to say...THERE HAD BETTER BE ANOTHER ONE! It's one of those endings that's not really an ending. Argh. It was very good though.

I visited my Grandpa, well, I call him my Pepaw, today. He seemed very scared. I told him you guys were praying for him and if he could talk (he's on the ventilator) I'm sure he would send his thanks.

Saw Black Hawk Down this weekend. Aside from the language, (another argh) it is probably one of my favorite war movies. I saw the TV version. I also saw the Spiderwick Chronicles, which was interesting. I thought it was a *saved monster* movie for sure. You'd like it *SM*. It was cute.

Thanks for your prayers. Never Alone!

Emergency Prayer Request

2008-02-25T08:19:00.001-08:00

Boy, do I live the life of Aidan Thomas. Yesterday my grandfather was taken to the hospital because he passed out in his wheelchair for no apparent reason. Then, last night at three o'clock in the morning, my mom gets a call that he is now in ICU because his heart stopped. I believe this morning he is still on a ventilator. Please pray for him and my family.
My grandfather accepted Christ on one of his many bedridden hospital visits. So whatever happens, I know where he is going. And if the worse happens, it's OK, because he will be going to meet his King.

A Time of Praise

2008-02-24T12:58:00.000-08:00

Hello friends!

Isn't God good? Today in worship I just felt His presence around me. Oh, what a feeling! Being before my King, singing songs of worship! Wow. Uh oh. I feel a time of praise coming on! Hold on to your hats, because I can't restrain my thoughts!!!

God is great. God is good. God is wonderful. God is loving. God is jealous. God is merciful. God is mighty. God is just. God is awe inspiring. God is comforting. God is powerful. God is gracious. God is slow to anger. God is MY KING!!!

Awesome in majesty, Is the One eternal. Perfect in His might and power, The only truth and only source, He made all that is and loves all He made; His works are beyond our understanding. ~ Sharon Hinck.

I love my King, and can't get enough of him! I praise YOU, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. YOUR works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Thanks for sitting through this time of praise with me!

More Random News

2008-02-23T09:06:00.000-08:00

Well, more Hobbit news.

It seems someone else is now suing New Line for something. I forgot what. That might put The Hobbit back and delay it further. Argh.

In other news...I'm still on Chapter 8 of my story. Sigh.

My great grandfather passed away a couple weeks ago. I didn't really know him that much because he had alsheimer's for most of the time, but my grandmother is taking it hard. Pray for her if you will.

I have been reading in Numbers lately and was surprised at the great number of the army of Isreal even at this early state. I think it said something like there were 600,000 men able to fight. WOW! I have studied a lot about the Revolutionary War and to them 6,000 was a huge army. I can't imagine going up against a force of a little over half a million people.

On my new pole you can pick more than one I think. Have fun!

Just a thought,
Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins

Just Another Day

2008-02-21T13:50:00.001-08:00

Well, not much is happening at my house lately. Bored. Sigh.

OOH!!! This just in! I just got The Restorer's Journey today! Whoop! I've read the first three chapters just about and some of my predictions have already come to pass! Creepy.

I began the 8th chapter of my story/book thing. It gets easier to write as I go along, and I thank my King for that.

Not much going on again. How have you all been lately?

The Restorer's Son

2008-02-18T10:19:00.000-08:00

Ooh! I just finished reading The Restorer's Son yesterday. I loved it! I cried AGAIN!!! What is the world coming to? Anyway, I recommend it.

Note: If you haven't read the book, you might want to stop here.

But a few things are now left unsolved. Can Jake get back through the portal? Kieran was still kinda beat up at the end, so is he OK now that he isn't the Restorer? The book mentioned something about him looking strange in the end before Mark and Susan left. What will happen now that Cameron and Medea are loose in "our world"? What do they want with it? My guess is weapons like machine guns or technology of some kind. But I'd like to see them try to take it back through the portal without Mark and Susan finding out. What about Nolan? Will he ever fully open up to Kieran? Does Kendra have a boy or a girl? What will Zarek do now that Kieran is not a Restorer? So many questions, so few answers. I guess we'll just have to read The Restorer's Journey to find out.

Rafting

2008-02-17T19:13:00.000-08:00

How many of you guys have ever been white water rafting? I have, and let me tell you it's one of the most amazing and terrifying things I've ever done and hope to do in the future. You're sopping wet and the only sounds you hear are the roaring of the water, your heart beating frantically, and you're guide yelling commands. Right one, left two, back two, reverse! In chuch today we were talking about the Holy Spirit and that got me to thinking about river guides. Why? You might be asking me. But if you think about it, the Spirit is kinda like the great Guide that directs your boat through Life's River. Some times the current is easy and things are smooth sailing. It tends to be easier to listen to the Guide then. But when the River gets crazy and the water is raging around you, it's harder to hear him. If you try to listen even when things get out of control, most of the time you end up alright. You might be wet and cold afterwards, but you survive. But, if you shut out the Guide when he is giving you commands and start paddling your own boat, most likely you'll hit a Rock and capsize. Maybe this is really random. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking.

Just a Thought:

Flinn-Fan-of-the-Twins

A Few Random Thoughts

2008-02-14T12:45:00.000-08:00

Hello My Friends!

Happy Valentines' Day!!!

As a side note: I have gotten just about halfway through The Restorer's Son and Kieran has just battled with the One. He's in some weird temple to the hill gods at the moment.

As another side note: Tonight my sis and I are singing in a talent show. Pray that we wont get kicked off the stage!

Just a thought:

***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***

The Door Within Fan Fiction

2008-02-12T11:26:00.000-08:00

Here's some fan fiction I wrote. I don't think it's real great, but it's Nock and Bolt's last day in Yewland before they left for Alleble. Here goes!

The sun’s receding rays filtered their way through the numerous boughs of the trees. The forest was settling down for the night; birds flew back to their perches, ground creatures returned to their holes or hollows. But the fading day did not catch the attention of two in the wood. A small songbird was flying to the safety of a high branch and happened to catch a glimpse of the pair below. As a matter of fact, they were Glimpses. And wonder of all wonder to the small mind of the bird, they were mirror images of each other. The little singer cocked his head at them and flew up to a higher branch. The Glimpses stood on either side of a great tree. The look of youth still clung to their faces, but a held a maturity nonetheless. Each had light brown hair pulled tightly back, and intelligent blue eyes. Both had a bow with an arrow strung and ready to spring forward. A target was attached to another tree a great distance in front of them. The Glimpse on the left side of the great trunk nodded his head forward. “Alright. First shaft to the center wins. And Nock, try not to split the target this time.” The Glimpse to the right huffed mockingly. “Come now, Bolt. You know that was not my fault, but the efficiency of the Blackwood shaft. But that is beside the point. Ready?” “Ready,” replied Bolt. “On the count of three. One...two...three!” The words were barely out of his mouth before the two arrows shot forward and struck with a thwok into the target. The twins ran forward to examine their handiwork and determine the winner. But when they got there, they found two arrows stuck into the trunk of the tree, and the target...or what was left of it, in two jagged pieces on the ground. Bolt looked slowly from the shattered wooden target at his feet to the face of his brother and raised an eyebrow. Nock guiltily half smiled and shrugged. Bolt shook his head and pulled the arrows from the tree. “Now that you have obliterated 5 targets in the space of 3 hours, I say we call it a day. There’s a lot left to do before we go.” The grin on Nock’s face faded. He looked around at the great trees of his homeland of Yewland and sighed. “I wish we had a little more time. Tomorrow seems far to soon,” he said quietly. Bolt looked into his brother’s eyes, expecting to hear more. “Don’t mistake me, I feel it a great honor to be invited to Alleble. Not everyone is chosen to train for a place among the Elder Guard. But it is hard leaving the land of one’s birth and childhood to journey to a new place, not knowing if we are every to see our home again.” A sudden sadness washed over Bolt’s face that puzzled Nock. True, leaving Yewland was a bittersweet experience for both of them, but there was a hint of another emotion that Nock couldn’t identify hidden beneath the sadness. “Yes,” said Bolt. “It will be difficult leaving behind our home and...friends.” Nock caught the slight hesitation in his brother’s voice. Bolt noticed Nock eyeing him and his expression perked up. “But think of it this way.” Bolt put an arm around the shoulder of his twin. “An exciting new place and lifestyle to explore. New people to meet and friends to make. And above all else, we will everyday be in the presence of our King. We go to protect and serve Him, and to do His will.” Nock smiled. “You are right. He is the reason we leave, and what a reason it is! How do you always know what to say and when to say it?” “It is a gift,” Bolt said with a sly grin. “Now, let’s be off.” “Agreed,” replied Nock. “We don’t want to be late for our own farewell banquet. Queen Illaria was very kind to hold it, was she not?” Again, that queer look in Bolt’s eyes. “Yes,” he said almost absently. “She was.” “Come on then!” Nock yelled heading off into the woods at a sprint. Bolt quickly followed and they disappeared into the forest.
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“Honored guests and friends,” the Queen’s voice silenced the many voices around the dining hall of the Castle of Yewland. The large table was set with a variety of foods and dishes only found in that land, and every guest had as much Golden Tear as they could drink. Nock sat at her left, Bolt to her right. Illaria stood and held her glass of the precious drink high. “Tonight we come here to honor and farewell two of Yewland’s most valiant, who have been called to the kingdom of our allies in Alleble to become new members of the elite group known as the Elder Guard. Though we are saddened by your leaving us, we are honored to have two such as you rise to such a prominent position. May you be victorious in battle, and win great glory. And may you not forget the land of your home.” She then lifted her glass high. All stood and did the same. “Peace and love,” she called out. “Honor and glory, go with you,” replied all the voices in the hall. Then every glass was sipped and all were seated again. Only the Queen remained standing. She nodded to an attendant at the side of the room and he came forward, bearing an item under a velvet sheet. When the cover was pulled away, all at the table gasped. “The Royal Chalice,” was the whisper that ran down the table and back again. The Royal Chalice was created for the first ruler of Yewland. Designs of many interwoven vines and trees traced across it, and dotted about these were Moonblossoms and Golden Tear flowers. It was truly a beautiful vessel. A ruler presenting a certain Glimpse with a drink from that Chalice was considered the highest honor in all of Yewland. The twins looked wide eyed at each other in unison, then back to the Queen. Illaria filled the Chalice with Golden Tear and then held it aloft. “To Nock and Bolt, who have been two of my most loyal subjects, faithful servants, and greatest friends.” Nock noticed the same odd expression Bolt had shown just barely light on the Queen’s face before it fled. Together the twins stood and inclined their heads, once again in unison, to Illaria. She passed the Chalice to Bolt first, then to Nock. The cup was returned to the attendant and the feast began.
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It was dark by the time the farewell banquet ended. All the guests had left, but Queen Illaria had asked that Nock and Bolt stayed behind. They now stood on a balcony overlooking the sleeping land of Yewland. The moon was barely visible through the trees, but it cast its misty glow down on the three. Illaria stood with her back to the twins, looking down at her kingdom below. Then she turned. And for a moment, Nock thought he caught the faintest glimmer of tears in her eyes. But when he looked again, they were gone. She took a deep breath and sighed. “I truly am sorry to have you both leave Yewland. You will be sorely missed by many. Including myself.” She paused and cleared her throat, her eyes glinting green in the darkness. “So,” she continued, “I wanted to give you something to remind you both that if you should ever return here, you will be welcomed back eagerly. And as a final token of my...appreciaton.” She left the balcony and returned. With her she brought resting upon a cushion, two silver circlets. One by one, she placed them upon the heads of the twins. Together they inclined their heads towards the Queen, a heavy silence settling on the scene. The three faces that looked at each other were filled with a deep sadness. Then in their usual fashion, the twins replied in unison. “Thank you, my Queen. We are honored at your kindness.” This time tears were definitely visible in the eyes of the Queen. “Farewell,” she half whispered. “Farewell,” the two replied. For the last time in many years, Nock and Bolt inclined their heads to this great lady and left her castle. ***********************
The next morning dawned bright and clear. Everything was a lively shade of green, and the woods were filled with its unique sounds. Nock and Bolt drank it in and soaked it up. Two white dragons had been sent from the castle to aid them in their journey to Alleble. A good night’s sleep had helped eased the pain of leaving their home, and the prospect of a new experience before them was very inviting. Nock slung his bow on his back; Bolt did the same. They loaded the few thing they had decided to bring and mounted. They walked their dragons to the platform edge and had a last look at the land of Yewland, their home. With one command the dragons took to the air and soared upward. Within moments they were above the tops of the trees, the wind rushing towards them, the forest rushing behind. It would be a change for sure, living in a cobblestoned city that they had never been to, but it would also be exciting to have to learn new things. Urging their steeds forward, an unspoken agreement passed between them. Accepting this new station in the city of the King would be a grand adventure indeed.

The Restorer

2008-02-10T18:56:00.000-08:00

Hello Friends!

I have just finished an excellent book. It was very interesting. Has anyone read The Restorer? I hope so! I loved it and strangely enough, to you people who already read it, my favorite character is Keiran. I don't know, something drew me to him. I felt like Susan and I wanted to reach out and try to lead him to the One. I almost hyperventilated from crying in the last couple of chapters! I don't cry often, but books and movies always do the trick for me. I have only read the first two chapters of The Restorer's Son, so don't give anything away. But what Susan was dealing with, the call to Surrender that she heard, made me think and do an examination of my heart. And I found that there are a lot of things I need to surrender to HIM. I need to let him have full control.

So, to those of you who have read the books, who's your fave?

A Scripture Verse with Spanish Flare

2008-02-08T10:17:00.001-08:00

Ok, for Spanish class we had to learn a Bible verse in....well....Spanish. I really enjoy learning other languages, and I pick them up pretty quickly. So the verse that I learned is...

Drum roll please... (forgive the lack of proper punctuation below)

"Por cuanto todos pecaron, y estan destituidos de la gloria de Dios."
Romanos 3:23

"For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God."
Romans 3:23

Just a thought:

***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***

Various Caspian Pics

2008-02-07T11:02:00.001-08:00

Here are some pictures from Prince Caspian. Enjoy!

Just a Thought

2008-02-04T13:41:00.000-08:00

By now, many of us know that Peter Jackson will be doing "The Hobbit" movie. In what form or fashion, I'm not sure. But in 2009 production starts and in '10 the first of two installment will be released. So, here's my question: to subplot or not to subplot. That is the question. In your opinion, do you think an extra tidbit or two about Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli would help or hurt the film? Personally, I hope they put it in there, because to me, you can never go wrong with those three. We'd get to see more of the Ranger side of Aragorn, Gimli would fit right in in a movie with tons of Dwarves, and the more awesome stunts Legolas could pull off, the better. Not to mention they go to his home and meet his father. So, what do you think?

P.S.: I believe the picture was done by Wayne Thomas Batson.

Superbowl Spot

2008-02-03T11:31:00.000-08:00

Well, forgive me for saying this, but I'm not a huge fan of football. I probably won't watch the game tonight. But, for those interested, they are showing a new Prince Caspian teaser sometime in the commercials. I'm weird like that, so I'll probably watch it.

Just a thought:

***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***

We Were Soldiers

2008-02-01T20:09:00.000-08:00

Hello All!

I haven't had much to say over the past few days. But yesterday I watched We Were Soldiers. I really enjoyed it, 'cause I'm the kind of girl that would WAY rather see a war film than a chick flick. Anyhoo, the movie really reminded me that we take our soldiers for granted. Sure, we know there's fighting going on, but it seems so distant. But people loose their lives for our country everyday. Anti-war protests make me sick. I understand, war is...well...war. But at the same time, isn't it supposed to make you proud? All those men willing to die for your rights, or the freedom of others? If you were in their shoes and you came home after all that time away from your family and country, wouldn't it hurt you to see that all that you sacrificed was being thrown in your face? I am a firm supporter of our troops. After all, it's not them that makes the war. They just obey an order. I am proud to be an American, and I am proud to support our troops in Iraq.

A Dying Breed

2008-01-25T10:34:00.000-08:00

When you think of knights, what comes to mind? Swordbearing heroes that charge into battle might be one thing. Guardians and protectors of their king and kingdom might be another. But there is one word that I think sums the idea of knights up: Chivalry. Knights had codes of conduct that they were supposed to live by, and chivalry was a big part of that. Now, what is chivalry exactly? The 1828 Webster's Dictionary calls it "The system of knighthood; the priveledges, characteristics or manners of knights; the practice of knight errantry, or the heroic defense of life and honor". The Dictionary of ***Flinn*** (tee hee) calls it "the system of honor, bravery, curtesy, and thoughtfulness demonstrated by true knights". Squires were taught from a very young age how to be curtious to ladies and elders, the proper manners for different occasions, and the meaning of honor.

So where am I going with this? Well, in this day and age, how many boys or young men do you know that show such qualities? I am very fortunate to know quite a few. But sometimes it's hard to find the characteristics of chivalry in our young men. Too often I see boys who get very angry or sarcastic after a loss to another, or who step in front of ladies in doorways and don't give a thought to holding the door for them. Even the words "Yes, ma'am," or "No sir," are fading from many mouths. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not picking on the guys here. Girls have plenty of their own struggles. But chivalry is something that should never have been put aside like other things such as swords or castles have. I encourage any of you guys out there (if any ever read this) to think the next time you lose a game, whether it be Risk or basketball, and congratulate your opponent. And ladies, the next time a young man holds a door and lets you go first, remember to thank them. I struggle with that sometimes, but try to think about it the next time that happens. Let us be a generation that holds to the characteristics of curtesy and honor. And don't let chivalry die.

Ledger

2008-01-22T17:53:00.000-08:00

You see it all over the TV, all over the internet: Heath Ledger dead at 28 years of age. Some say suicide. Others say it was an accident. Whatever it was, Ledger was found dead today in New York. Sometimes I begin to think that celebrities are untouchable, invincable. Like nothing could ever happen to them because...well...they're celebrities. But if you think about it, that's really a silly way to look at it. We are all human, vulnerable and tempted to sin. Everyone dies eventually, and Hollywood is no exception. Sadly, I doubt that Heath was a follower of Christ. He left behind a young daughter named Matilda. It just goes to show us that each life hangs by a thread, and whether you are an Oscar nomanee or not, none of us knows if we will take our next breath.

Heath Ledger

April 4, 1979---January 22, 2008

Let it Snow

2008-01-18T18:56:00.000-08:00

Well, I was outside in the dark on a grand adventure when all of a sudden I heard a sound. A very light pitter patter. The sound got louder. I was sitting on the ground and low and behold, on my pants were bright little white dots. Snow! I love the blustering white sheet that is snow. Sadly, it didn't stay very long. But what a special treat!

New Book 2

2008-01-15T10:51:00.000-08:00

I have just finished reading The Icebound Land, the third Ranger's Apprentice Book and am waiting for the 4th installment, The Battle for Skandia. Will's luck wasn't too good in the 2nd and 3rd books, so hopefully it will improve and Halt will find him, darn it! Anyhoo, here are these covers...

Lookie Here!

2008-01-15T10:47:00.000-08:00

This is Wayne Thomas Batson's second pirate book, Isle of Fire, coming out in August 2008. Here's the cover! I hope he doesn't kill off Cat, though!

P.S.

2008-01-13T12:56:00.000-08:00

Just a side note,
Today is Orlando Bloom's 31st birthday, so Happy Birthday!

Birthday

2008-01-13T12:42:00.000-08:00

Well Tolkien fans probably already know this, but I believe the third was his birthday, so happy birthday Tolkien! (even though he's been dead for like twenty years). I wonder if the master and maker of Middle-earth himself would like all the publicity he has gotten since the movies were made. From what I've read, he didn't like a lot of attention. He was a simple man who ate simple food and went day to day doing the same things; much like a hobbit. He would be 106 years old. He has become one of the most well-known authors in the 20th century and beyond for The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and other works about his world of Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, and Men.

"One Ring to Rule Them All, One Ring to Find Them,
One Ring to Bring Them All, and in the Darkness, Bind Them."

Book Contest

2008-01-06T18:07:00.000-08:00

I just got the news a little while ago...I got second place in the Isle of Swords Treasure Hunt!!! I am so exited! Congrats to Hannah, she won the whole deal! The contest was really fun. If you haven't read any of Wayne Thomas Batson's books, you're missing out. Happy days are here!

A Hunting We Will Go...

2008-01-04T09:02:00.001-08:00

Well, I am off for the last weekend of deer season! So far I have had no luck at all, but perhaps if I sing an Elvish lay in the wood, they will acclimate to my presence and I can choose which ever one I want. Yeah, right (in that Robby Pierson way). Anyway, I shall be gone for the weekend, so no more entries for me! Not that anyone really reads this anyway, but what the hay. Farewell Blog! Until we meet again! Which will be in like 3 days....

The Ranger's Apprentice

2008-01-03T19:48:00.000-08:00

I bought the first book, the Ruins of Gorlan a few weeks ago. I have since started on the 2nd book, The Burning Bridge. I have enjoyed these books a lot. It's kinda like medieval Europe. A young orphan named Will becomes the apprentice of a grim faced Ranger named Halt, and life as he knows it changes. Very creative. I recommend this series. Unfortunately, only the first three books out of seven are available right now in the US (the book was written in Austalia). I can't wait to find out what happens!

New Year's Eve

2007-12-31T10:29:00.000-08:00

Well, I for one cannot believe it. It's a day until the beginning of a brand new year! This year flew by too fast. I was home alone being bored through most of it, so that's probably why. Tomorrow is also the one month anniversary of my Memaw's death. But enough depressing! Does anyone have a New Year's resolution? I don't yet. It will probably be to spend more time with my heavenly Father. So, if anyone reads this entry (which is very unlikely), then tell me! What's your resolution?

A Very Merry Christmas

2007-12-26T09:45:00.000-08:00

Well, it's the day after Christmas and you are probably still picking up wrapping paper off the floor. I had a good one this year...my grandfather who had been an invalid for months has been getting around in a wheel chair all be himself and he came and watched us open presents! It was great. I think it's amazing how God works. There have been several, no, tons of times when we thought he wasn't going to make it through the night. We never thought at the beginning of his illness he would see Christmas...and we never thought it would be my grandmother, who had been taking care of him, who wouldn't. My grandfather is getting stronger by the day. It's really neat to watch him! Every time I see him he looks better. It's amazing. Another amazing thing is that my grandfather has said that he had accepted Christ for years, but his actions didn't show it. Then, on one of those times when he wasn't doing so well, he prayed to have Christ be his LORD. He has been a new man since. I'm thankful to God for all these trials I've had to go through, because it brought me closer to my grandparents, and it brought them closer to God.

Christmas Eve

2007-12-24T19:45:00.000-08:00

Well, it's Christmas Eve and I am excited. First off, we saw National Treasure 2 recently and I loved it! My fave is Riley. He's too funny! Tonight we watched Ratatooie (I know, I can't spell) and The Santa Claus. Those are both cool. But tonight is not only about re-watching the classics on TV or awaiting Christmas presents tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is Christ's birthday! It's a celebration of HIS humble beginning on this earth. I suggest watching The Nativity tonight. Also, read the first couple chapters of Luke. It'll get you in the true spirit of things.

Link to Amazon Door Within Book

2007-12-17T14:20:00.001-08:00

http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/B000F6Z77A/ref=sib_dp_pt/104-0061196-7199953#reader-link

Points, points, points!

2007-12-17T09:14:00.000-08:00

I am trying to get some last minute points in Wayne Thomas Batson's Treasure Hunt Contest. If anyone wants a link to his blog...

http://enterthedoorwithin.blogspot.com/

His books, The Door Within Trilogy, are actually probably my favorite books of all time. (Not kidding, Wayne!) The first book is called The Door Within, the second is The Rise of the Wyrm Lord, and the third is The Final Storm. For any of you who care that is where I got my name ***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***, because my favorite characters are the twins Nock and Bolt in these books. He has also come out with a new book, The Isle of Swords.

The Door Within is a Christian fantasy series that is filled with dragons, battles, kings, and Glimpses...the people of a world called The Realm. A sort of alagory of end times, these books are a good way to get kids to read and push them closer to Christ. With interesting, creative characters such as (ahem) the twin brothers Nock and Bolt, the bold and brash Captain Valithor, Aidan, Antionette, and Robby, the humans of our world, and others, The Door Within is to me, a definite must read.

Nursing Home Minstrels

2007-12-12T13:48:00.000-08:00

Today some of my friends and I went to the local nursing home and Christmas caroled (if that's a word, which I highly doubt). I told one girl with us that we probably looked like a group of traveling minstrels. We walked down each hall with one person on guitar, one on bongos, and the rest singing along. My friend then replied that it looked like a Hippie Christmas!!! It was fun to minister to those people...some of which have just been dumped there to live out the rest of their days alone. The smiles, the clapping, and the few that sang or simply mouthed the words made you feel you had made their day. I hope they had as much fun as I did, which sounds kinda funny about a nursing home. But it was an act of service, and I enjoyed it a lot.

Just a thought from,

A Sindarin Nock

Pirates Party & The Star

2007-12-10T10:41:00.000-08:00

Well, yesterday was the big Pirates shebang. It was fun! More people than I had at first thought came and watched it. One kid talked the whole time, but oh well. Whitness, my friend, said that Will and Elizabeth need councilling! Hee Hee! All the junior high girls squeeled when Will was stabbed, and everyone got to see the after credits scene. I believe I shall start writing what might happen if they ever make another, and I can promise you...Will is going to be most definitely liberated. (in my story anyway). Last night I went to a presentation about the Star of Bethlehem. It was amazing! The man's website is Bethlehem Star.net if anyone's interested. It amazes me how God knew the exact moment to create Jupiter, (which is a major component of the star) and that it would do exact certain things at precise moments in Christ's life. It was awesome and I recommend that you check it out!

Just a thought from,

***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***

Dealing with Death

2007-12-06T10:06:00.000-08:00

Hello good people of the Blogging World!

Well, my grandmother's funeral is tomorrow. I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be. Of course I'm sad, but since I believe she was a Christian, I know it is the first and only parting we will ever have. I'll see her again someday, and that is a comfort. I feel quite a bit like Aidan and Nock in the Door Within Trilogy. They and I were sad to see our loved ones go, but knowing where they were going and what they must be feeling helped to ease the passing. Many parts of my life are a lot like the lives of the characters in The Door Within Trilogy, and I highly recommend it (the author is Wayne Thomas Batson if you don't know).

Just a thought from,
***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***, the Sindarin Nock

Pirates of the Caribbean Sailing In

2007-12-04T08:00:00.000-08:00

Well good people, I have the awesomest (if that's a word) news. PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD'S END is out today!!!! I will pick up mine around noon I believe. There is supposed to be a deleted scene that tells if Will is ever released from captaining the Flying Dutchman. I hope so. Anyways....today I read in Exodus about all the stuff a priest had to wear. Shoo! I would be very hot! It would have been neat to see what it looked like.

A thought (well, technically 2) from
***Flinn-fan-of-the-Twins***

Two Days

2007-12-02T13:01:00.000-08:00

Two days until Pirates 3! Today I am going to watch The Curse of the Black Pearl and tomorrow I will watch Dead Man's Chest (just so that I will follow all the story when I watch #3)! And today is my other grandpa's 85th birthday, so Happy Birthday Grandpa!