Belladonna's a sweet Sassy lass
And this chance for tribute won't pass
Until I've had my say
In Bella's own lovely way
She sparkles like Galadriel's glass
For those of you who may not yet know
When that light in her heart starts to glow
She drives out the night
Even Shelob takes flight
Do you doubt me? Believe me its so!
So join me Pony Patrons, a toast
To one of the friends I love most
When she gives you her heart
Its a gift like fine art
A treasure of which you can boast!
- Elfriend67
A board was made by a lady Primsong
She went away and took us along
New forums were ready to be used
And everybody was soon getting amused
The site is growing with 300 members yet
Soon there will be more joining I bet
Now we all are having a new home
And nobody feel any longer alone
YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Mrs.
Pippin-Took
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I Was Led here by a Star...
An evening star
Travelled across the land
And showed me
My way
To a place
I have never been to before
But yet
So strangely familiar.
I recognized friends
Names not forgotten
Closing my eyes,
I saw smiling faces
And the sound
Of laughter and singing
Reached my ears
Like an echo of the past.
Let me sit here
At the fireplace
And rest.
I’m home.
- Upon the opening of the new LOTRfanmb boards,
by Rosie Cotton.
Prim’s New Place
A new beginning in a new place
With many a new name and a new face
Yet new they are not, or not all of them
For I have seen them, now and again.
The road goes ever on and on
Or so ‘tis said by Tolkien
But wandering feet here shall stay
At least for a spell, heed what I say
For home is where your heart is found
Even if no one’s around
Except with whom you share your thoughts
So home is here, regardless of cost.
And home sweet home it would not be,
If not for the presence of all of thee,
So here's to all our fannish host,
In Tolkien's honour I propose a toast!
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Prim’s New Place
A new beginning in a new place
With many a new name and a new face
Yet new they are not, or not all of them
For I have seen them, now and again.
The road goes ever on and on
Or so ‘tis said by Tolkien
But wandering feet here shall stay
At least for a spell, heed what I say
For home is where your heart is found
Even if no one’s around
Except with whom you share your thoughts
So home is here, regardless of cost.
- pi
And home sweet home it would not be,
If not for the presence of all of thee,
So here's to all our fannish host,
In Tolkien's honour I propose a toast!
- Primula
"Walk on"
By Ada 08/10/05
Together as one they hunted wild game through the wood,
He scouted the glen and she the woods where they stood.
Numenorian blood still pulsed hot in their veins,
During these hunts, or making love, or in singing refrains.
Happy days such as these they walked on hand in hand,
Once proud sailors and kings, now a rag tag small band.
Rangeress and her man lived well in the North wood,
The wandering spirit bade them walk on, whenever it could.
So together they sojourn on, hither and near
Following the call of the wild, that rings in their ears
For boriel on her birthday vacation, a poem drabble.
(and those aren't easy my precious, no they are not.)
"Walk on"
By Ada 08/10/05
Together as one they hunted wild game through the wood,
He scouted the glen and she the woods where they stood.
Numenorian blood still pulsed hot in their veins,
During these hunts, or making love, or in singing refrains.
Happy days such as these they walked on hand in hand,
Once proud sailors and kings, now a rag tag small band.
Rangeress and her man lived well in the North wood,
The wandering spirit bade them walk on, whenever it could.
So together they sojourn on, hither and near
Following the call of the wild, that rings in their ears
For boriel on her birthday vacation, a poem drabble.
(and those aren't easy my precious, no they are not.)
- Onono / Ada
Unfinished fanfics
They are flickering at me
Cursoring my name
Unfinished fanfics
They are flickering at me
Cursoring my name
- Lothithil
Dream This!
Daydream, save me from this day!
Lift me up, take me away!
In a far, fair land set me gently down
Where trees can talk and the colour green is a noun!
Take me away to Middle-earth!
(be sure to give the Supervisor's Office a wide berth!)
There's gold in the hills and it's easily found
And there are handsome and eligible bachelors wandering around!
Where the lines between Goodness and Evil are drawn
With a difference as clear as between Ruler and Pawn
I'll learn to dance beneath the trees
And smell the flowers (and sneeze and sneeze!)
But I won't care-- I'll be in heaven
(Though, I will miss my 7-11;
There'll be no more taking lunch off a shelf
I'll have to hunt and cook it myself!)
To a land where many strange creatures dwell
(And telemarketers do not call me on my cell)
Where the Bad Guys wear black and the Good Guys white
And you can say 'thou' without sounding trite!
To live in a great city made of stone
(without electricity, I'll chill to the bone!)
I'll be a princess; every girl's fantasy!
(without a radio, computer, or TV...)
Daydream, Daydream, on second thought
Maybe I'm happier with what I've got!
Dream This!
Daydream, save me from this day!
Lift me up, take me away!
In a far, fair land set me gently down
Where trees can talk and the colour green is a noun!
Take me away to Middle-earth!
(be sure to give the Supervisor's Office a wide berth!)
There's gold in the hills and it's easily found
And there are handsome and eligible bachelors wandering around!
Where the lines between Goodness and Evil are drawn
With a difference as clear as between Ruler and Pawn
I'll learn to dance beneath the trees
And smell the flowers (and sneeze and sneeze!)
But I won't care-- I'll be in heaven
(Though, I will miss my 7-11;
There'll be no more taking lunch off a shelf
I'll have to hunt and cook it myself!)
To a land where many strange creatures dwell
(And telemarketers do not call me on my cell)
Where the Bad Guys wear black and the Good Guys white
And you can say 'thou' without sounding trite!
To live in a great city made of stone
(without electricity, I'll chill to the bone!)
I'll be a princess; every girl's fantasy!
(without a radio, computer, or TV...)
Daydream, Daydream, on second thought
Maybe I'm happier with what I've got!
- Lothithil
Dreaming away, this foggy morn
Looking out my window to see
If Hobbits run by 'neath the window
Or Elves travelled over the sea.
I look through my mind's eye to get there
and stay as long as I can
For in Middle-earth it's fun to travel
Whether you be hobbit, elf, dwarf or man.
I'm there whenever I can make it
Til reality jars me to work
I hope to return fairly quickly,
Despite that my boss is a jerk!
Dreaming away, this foggy morn
Looking out my window to see
If Hobbits run by 'neath the window
Or Elves travelled over the sea.
I look through my mind's eye to get there
and stay as long as I can
For in Middle-earth it's fun to travel
Whether you be hobbit, elf, dwarf or man.
I'm there whenever I can make it
Til reality jars me to work
I hope to return fairly quickly,
Despite that my boss is a jerk!
There once was a lass underhill
With books she was granted a skill
So they put her to shelving
In ol' Michel Delving
And she may very well be there still
- Elfriend, for Prim
12/06 - for the top12 active posters to our boards so far...
The Twelve Days of Posting
On the first day of reading, our posters were the same...
An FG-Niniel in a Word Game
On the second day of reading, our posters were the same...
Two boasting Lais
and an FG-Niniel in a Word Game
Etc...
Three Frodos-missings
Four Lady-hawkings
Five Daughters o-o-o-o-f Kings! (did Theoden know there were so many?)
Six cakes from Ashlyn,
Seven Mrsp smiles,
Eight Sili drabbles,
Nine Dinful Elf-swoons,
Ten Ladies Lighting,
Eleven Strange dead orcs,
Twelve films by Gandalf...
And an FG-Niniel in a woooooord gaaaaaame....
12/06 - for the top12 active posters to our boards so far...
The Twelve Days of Posting
On the first day of reading, our posters were the same...
An FG-Niniel in a Word Game
On the second day of reading, our posters were the same...
Two boasting Lais
and an FG-Niniel in a Word Game
Etc...
Three Frodos-missings
Four Lady-hawkings
Five Daughters o-o-o-o-f Kings! (did Theoden know there were so many?)
Six cakes from Ashlyn,
Seven Mrsp smiles,
Eight Sili drabbles,
Nine Dinful Elf-swoons,
Ten Ladies Lighting,
Eleven Strange dead orcs,
Twelve films by Gandalf...
And an FG-Niniel in a woooooord gaaaaaame....
- Primula
"Oh no! Oh, my goodness!", I said with a gasp...
"How could such an occasion just slip through my grasp?"
The candles are snuffed, the cake is no more...
The confetti cleaned up, helium balloons on the floor...
Yet this woman is special, there is nobody greater.
It takes more than one day to truly celebrate her!
So, I bring now a cup, filled up to the brim
With belated Birthday Blessings for my darling friend, Prim!
Many, Many Happy Returns of the Day to the keeper of the warmest home and biggest heart in all of Middle Earth!
"Oh no! Oh, my goodness!", I said with a gasp...
"How could such an occasion just slip through my grasp?"
The candles are snuffed, the cake is no more...
The confetti cleaned up, helium balloons on the floor...
Yet this woman is special, there is nobody greater.
It takes more than one day to truly celebrate her!
So, I bring now a cup, filled up to the brim
With belated Birthday Blessings for my darling friend, Prim!
Many, Many Happy Returns of the Day to the keeper of the warmest home and biggest heart in all of Middle Earth!
- Frodosmiss
Doctor Gamgee's 40th birthday had a thread all it's own with contributions from many of our writers. You may read and enjoy it on its own page HERE!
Salute to Strange Elf upon her return, yet again, from England
From Home to home, o watch her roam!
Our Elf that very strangely flies,
From Land to Land she makes her stand,
All loaded down with books she buys.
We salute thee, Elf of Strange!
You move about like Rangers range,
From dry to green you make your pick,
And to your cheer like treacle stick.
Doctor Gamgee's 40th birthday had a thread all it's own with contributions from many of our writers. You may read and enjoy it on its own page HERE!
Salute to Strange Elf upon her return, yet again, from England
From Home to home, o watch her roam!
Our Elf that very strangely flies,
From Land to Land she makes her stand,
All loaded down with books she buys.
We salute thee, Elf of Strange!
You move about like Rangers range,
From dry to green you make your pick,
And to your cheer like treacle stick.
- Primula
Hoy, Linaewen!
Sung to the tune of Cuckaburro Sits In The Old Gum Tree...
Mumakil stands in the mighty water
Watching and a'waiting, he begins to mutter.
Hoy, Linaewen! Hoy, Linaewen!
Write some more 'bout me.
Posted long ago, mayhap a year or two
Story was started, now I'm turning blue.
Hoy, Linaewen! Hoy, Linaewen!
Have some pity on me.
(Gentle prodding to Linaewen for her wondrous tale, Face of the Enemy, in which she has left a poor and gentle mumak standing in the River Anduin for well over a year!)
Hoy, Linaewen!
Sung to the tune of Cuckaburro Sits In The Old Gum Tree...
Mumakil stands in the mighty water
Watching and a'waiting, he begins to mutter.
Hoy, Linaewen! Hoy, Linaewen!
Write some more 'bout me.
Posted long ago, mayhap a year or two
Story was started, now I'm turning blue.
Hoy, Linaewen! Hoy, Linaewen!
Have some pity on me.
(Gentle prodding to Linaewen for her wondrous tale, Face of the Enemy, in which she has left a poor and gentle mumak standing in the River Anduin for well over a year!)
- Agape4Rivendell
The Lin
(with apologies to lovers of Poe)
Hear the mumak call for Lin,
Writing Lin!
What a world of readership their trumpets begin!
How they trumpet, trumpet, trumpet
By the lonely waterside,
While the readers try to bump it
All her Muses seem to lump it
When her List of Doom decides
If she'll write, write, write,
Until she's out of light,
To the impatient agitation that gives persistent din
For the Lin, Lin, Lin, Lin,
Lin, Lin, Lin
For the writing and the reading of the Lin!
Just a THOUGHT.
To think that we baulked at Durin's Door dactyls
----- Haiku'ed while sleeping
----- Or thanking our Primula
------Unloved we felt not.
Grudgingly picked at fresh 'inards or crusty
Hail! Fellowship of poetry.
Together we have grown.
The Lin
(with apologies to lovers of Poe)
Hear the mumak call for Lin,
Writing Lin!
What a world of readership their trumpets begin!
How they trumpet, trumpet, trumpet
By the lonely waterside,
While the readers try to bump it
All her Muses seem to lump it
When her List of Doom decides
If she'll write, write, write,
Until she's out of light,
To the impatient agitation that gives persistent din
For the Lin, Lin, Lin, Lin,
Lin, Lin, Lin
For the writing and the reading of the Lin!
- Primula
Just a THOUGHT.
To think that we baulked at Durin's Door dactyls
----- Haiku'ed while sleeping
----- Or thanking our Primula
------Unloved we felt not.
Grudgingly picked at fresh 'inards or crusty
Hail! Fellowship of poetry.
Together we have grown.
- Beruthiel
