A Tolkien Blog Party of Special Magnificence!

I am attending a Tolkien Blog Party of Special Magnificence! Hamlette, from Hamlette’s Soliloquy, Edge of the Precipice, and We Cook Too Much, shall be hosting this amazing party. (Go check out her blogs!)



   And now, for the questions (and answers)!

1.  Who introduced you to Tolkien’s stories? My older siblings. I’m the youngest out of seven, so besides the Lord of the Rings/Hobbit series being awesome, I sort of inherited liking it.

2.  How old were you when you first ventured into Middle Earth? I have no idea. Very, very young.

3.  Did you read the books first, or see movie versions first? Both, in a way. I haven’t read the Lord of the Rings series yet, so I saw the movies first on that, but I did read the Hobbit, before I watched the movies.

4.  A dragon or a balrog — which would you rather fight? A dragon must be a piece of cake compared to a balrog, so I think I’ll take Smaug.

5.  Who are three of your favorite characters?  (Feel free to elaborate on why.) Okay three of (three of, these aren’t my only favorite characters — three of!) my favorite characters are Aragorn, Arwen and Frodo. Aragorn’s a good king, he’s just and loyal, and a good friend. I’d rather have him as a friend than an enemy. Arwen’s as true as steel — she’d rather leave her people and be with her love and die, than go with her father and family, and live forever. Frodo’s just plain nice. He did have his bad moments, but you’ll do well to remember the Ring of Power tempted and bewitched him. I have many other favorite characters, and I would like to say, because he deserves an honorable mention and he’s another favorite, I would like to say I found Sam extremely loyal.

6.  Have you ever dressed up like a Tolkien character? No, but that ought to change.

7.  If someone asks you to go on adventure, how do you respond? Thank you. *Shoulders bag with everything needed for adventures.* Let’s go kill Smaug.

8.  Have you read any of the “history of Middle Earth” books? No, no I haven’t. All I’ve really read, are some of the appendixes, a few songs, and the Hobbit.

9.  Would you rather drink a bowl of Ent Draught or a glass of Old Winyards? Such a hard choice! I’ve always wanted to be taller. But I consider myself to be a Hobbit, and it would seem Hobbits love Old Winyards. I don’t know!

10.  List up to ten of your favorite lines/quotes from the books or movies. Yippee!
1.  All that is gold does not glitter,
   Not all those who wonder are lost;
   The old that is strong does not wither,
   Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

   From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
   A light from the shadows shall spring;
   Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
   The crownless again shall be king.

Such great poetry!
2. “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
I agree, Thorin, I agree. *Thorin and Elisabeth set off on adventure for glory and riches.*
3. The Road goes ever on and on
   Down from the door where it began.
   Now far ahead the Road has gone,
   And I must follow if I can,
   Pursuing it with eager feet,
   Until it joins some larger way
   Where many paths and errands meet.
   And wither then? I cannot say.
I sing that every morning. Not really.
4. Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
   Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
   That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!
   Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
   Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you’ve finished if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So, carefully! carefully with the plates!

Of course, the dwarves did none of these awful things.
5. Far over the misty mountains cold
   To dungeons deep and caverns old
   We must away ere break of day
   To seek the pale enchanted gold.

   The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
   While hammers fell like ringing bells
   In places deep, where dark things sleep,
   In hollow halls beneath the fells.

   For ancient king and elvish lord
   There many a gleaming golden hoard
   They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
   To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

   On silver necklaces they strung
   The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
   The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
   They meshed the light of moon and sun.

   Far over the misty mountains cold
   To dungeons deep and caverns old
   We must away, ere break of day,
   To claim our long-forgotten gold.

   Goblets they carved there for themselves
   And harps of gold; where no man delves
   There lay they long, and many a song
   Was sung unheard by men or elves.

   The pines were roaring on the height,
   The winds were moaning in the night.
   The fire was red, it flaming spread;
   The trees like torches blazed with light.

   The bells were ringing in the dale
   And men they looked up with faces pale;
   The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
   Laid low their towers and houses frail.

   The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
   The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
   They fled their hall to dying fall
   Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

   Far over the misty mountains grim
   To dungeons deep and caverns dim
   We must away, ere break of day,
   To win our harps and gold from him!

6. Ents the earthborn, old as mountains,
   the wide-walkers, water drinking;
   and hungry as hunters, the Hobbit children,
   the laughing folk, the little people.
7. Still round the corner there may wait
   A new road or a secret gate,
   And though we pass them by today,
   Tomorrow we may come this way
   And take the hidden paths that run
   Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
8. Roads go ever ever on,
   Over rock and under tree,
   By caves where never sun has shone,
   By streams that never find the sea;
   Over snow by winter sown,
   And through the merry flowers of June,
   Over grass and over stone,
   And under mountains in the moon.
   Roads go ever ever on
   Under cloud and under star,
   Yet feet that wandering have gone
   Turn at last to home afar.
   Eyes that fire and sword have seen
   And horror in the halls of stone
   Look at last on meadows green
   And trees and hills they long have known.The version of The Road goes ever on and on that was in The Hobbit.

9. Seek for the Sword that was broken:
    In Imladris it dwells;
    There shall be counsels taken
    Stronger than Morgul-spells.
    There shall be shown a token
    That Doom is near at hand,
    For Isildur’s Bane shall waken,
    And the Halfling forth shall stand.

10. In western lands beneath the Sun
     the flowers may rise in Spring,
     the trees may bud, the waters run,
     the merry finches sing.
    Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night
    and swaying beeches bear
    the Elven-stars as jewels white
    amid their branching hair.
    Though here at journey’s end I lie
    in darkness buried deep,
    beyond all towers strong and high,
    beyond all mountains steep,
    above all shadows rides the Sun
   and Stars for ever dwell:
    I will not say the Day is done,
   nor bid the Stars farewell.

That’s my take. Beg your pardon, I have to go far over the misty mountains cold.


Beautiful People

I just found Beautiful People, and have decided to post about Madeline Mary Henderson. I will answer ten questions about her. She’s my own character.

Here goes!

1. What is their full name and is there a story behind why they got it? Madeline Mary Henderson. There’s not really a story, Madeline just popped into my head, I really like the name Mary, and I just wanted something British with Henderson.

2. How old are they, and when were they born? Madeline’s ten, but I haven’t decided on an exact year for my story. Probably somewhere around the roaring twenties. Gatsby!

3. Describe their physical appearance. (Bonus questions: 1. What is their race/nationality/ethnicity? 2. Do you have a picture of them? If so, include it!) She’s very pretty. She has curly brown hair, grass green eyes, dimples, rosy cheeks, and fair skin. She’s British. Unfortunately, I cannot include an image.

4. Describe your character’s personality first in one word, and then elaborate with a few sentences. Gentle. She’s always the mother hen when it’s just her and the other kids.

5. What theme song(s) fit their personality and story arc? Hmmm. I don’t really know.

6. Which one of the seven deadly sins describes your character? Hmmm. If I had to pick one, it would probably be pride.

7. If they were an element (fire, water, earth, air), which one would they be? Air. If not air, then water.

8. What is their favorite word? She doesn’t really have one. She just likes to chat.

9. Who’s one person they really miss? (It could be someone who’s passed away, or someone they’re not close to anymore, or someone who’s moved away.) When she goes on a magical adventure with her siblings, she begins to really miss her mother.

10. What sights, sounds, and smells remind them of that person? The sight of soft silk, and bright candlelight. The smell of flowers and sound of gentle voices.

Strawberry Picking

So, today my brother, Ethan, and I picked strawberries. It was a blast. We went through the huge field. Ethan was sometimes five or four rows ahead of me. I, however, took my time, for we had to get the best strawberries. Ethan’s were better than mine, because he dashed ahead and picked all the good strawberries. If I picked a strawberry, then realized it was bad, I would leave it behind, sometimes throwing it at Ethan. Eventually, he came and we scoured the patch together. We skipped a few rows, for not all strawberries are worthy of the basket.(If you’re confused, it’s something we came up with, as our motto for strawberry picking. I wonder what we’ll use for cherry picking, 😉 ) So, then we headed back to the car. We got strawberry ice cream. Ethan took a lot of pictures. Home again, the neighbors invited me to play. We got soaked, and ate PB&J sandwiches. So, today shaped up to be pretty amazing.