Sandalf's Gong of Dwórien
In Limordene, in Dwórien
Weldom have socked the meet of fen,
Mew fortal eyes have lean the sight
That eyes there lever, brong and light.
Weer is the clawter of wore yell;
Stite is the wahr in your hite wande;
Unstarred, unwained is leaf and land
In Limordene, in Dwórien
Fore mare than moughts of Thortal Men.
Little lodgers languished, lapped-up leaves of
lembas; latent longings
for lard led to large, lurid loops of lingual lunching, lousy with
luxurious leavening. Lorien’s leaseholding leaf-leapers loaded lots,
but lodgers left little.
“Leapin’ lizards!” laughed the lithely lumbering legion of lightly
laced Legolas-lookalikes, later. “Lembas loads look like leftovers!
Lady laughed. “La! Looks like little lodgers legitimately love Lorien
moving mallorns! Mallorns, might and
main of many mobs of meticulous marksmen (most mainly maiming Moria’s
monsters), make most manageable motels.
Marksmen macrame mesh mattresses mid masking mass, monitoring
and making monster-mincemeat. My,
my! Massive mallorns also make
mansions, multiplex mezzanine meeting-places meant for mumming,
moseying or making music. Many musical melodies mount miraculously from
musical mechanisms, made melodious by multitalented muses.
Mallorns mambo (misliking military marches)
in moonlight, mannerly, magnetizing and magnificent. Mmm.
Oh Lothlorien, Elven-wood
To be here feels so very good
After we’ve been through a blizzard
And lost the dear old wizard
In the gloomy Moria Mines -
We’ve really had some bad bad times.
Now among a golden tree
We laugh again with mirth and glee.
- Rosie Cotton
M agnificent trees of Lothlorien,
A wes all who see them.
L ovingly towers over Lothlorien.
L acy are the lights within.
O ver us all they provide shelter.
R ich golden leaves in winter
N ever get old to look upon.
SAM - Just wanted a little
description of him before I began...
Staunch, Steadfast, Simple, Solemn
Allegiance, Affection, Adventurous
(not), As good as gold
Meritorious, Muddler, Mighty (in
heart), Minstrel (even surprised Frodo!)
The Lady and the Servant
She came upon him unawares, smiling at the sight. His face turned a
raging red. She waited for his bidding. He picked himself up from the
ground. She walked forward. He stepped back. She swiped his back and
arms. He held his breath. She whispered his name. He nearly fainted.
She walked him back. He sighed.
“What’s this on the back of your neck?” Frodo wondered. He pulled a
yellow star-shaped flower from behind one of Sam’s ears.
“Elanor,” Sam whispered, “or so she called it.”
“What were you doing – rolling in it?”
Sam’s face turned red and he ran.
"What are you laughing at, Haldir?" Boromir questioned him.
"The song my friends are singing."
"What is it? I am not familiar with the tune?"
At that moment, Celeborn stepped from the flet onto the stairs, giving
a withering look that immediately quelled the singing.
….except for one voice, off in the distance, some poor Elf who had not
seen the look! Haldir translated.
“There was a Hobbit had a dog and Frodo was his name-o…
F R O DO F R O DO F R O DO ooooh…”
Haldir and Boromir both burst into laughter.
Where did the Elven dentist live?
At the mouth of the Anduin...
"Orophin," complained Haldir, "Every time
you go running right along those narrow upper branches like that I just
"Then do what I do," said Orophin. "Close your eyes!"
"Celeborn," said Galadriel with a graceful swirl. "Do you think this
new dress does me justice?"
Celeborn eyed it critically. "You don't want justice - you want mercy!"
So....this Elf walks into a flet... ow.....
Celeborn: "Do you always have this much trouble making decisions?"
Galadriel: "Yes and no."
What do the Galadrhim use to get to the top of their mallorns?
What to the Orcs around Lorien fear the most?