"There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it." -- E.M.Forster.

And what do you know of sorrow, my friend?

He is dead.
Even now the words fail me as I prepare to set them onto paper. He was upon the doorstep of his home and had watched with pride as we sailed through the gates. How could he be dead, when he was ( Read more... )

Just a little game to play.

Tune: On the Road by Bob Seger ( Read more... )

"To be great is to be misunderstood." - R.W. Emerson I am still amazed even though so much time has passed since the corination of Aragorn. They bowed to me in Minas Tirith. Had they known that I had failed would they have still done that? The court was full of people and as small as we are we could not see the movements of the King as he stroll ( Read more... )

At the roots of the mountains ( Read more... )

Weathertop ( Read more... )

There is no easy answer to that question, even now. How many years have I strove to fill each page of Bilbo's book with the stories of our journey? One too many I sometimes think. There are parts of our story that even now I dread writing in the still of the night and have to put down the feather to warm my fingers with a hot cup of rosehip or ( Read more... )

On the edge of Midnight ( Read more... )

Larger than Life ( Read more... )

Roses
purest of red
smelling of winters light
And a memory of summers old
Blossoms