"He may become like a glass filled with clear light for eyes to see that can." ~ Gandalf
"The world is fair, the sky, the seas, the earth, and all that is in them. But my heart resteth not here forever; for here is ending, and there will be an end and the fading, when all is counted, and all numbered at last, but yet it will not be enough, not enough. What will the Father, O Father, give me in that day beyond the end when my sun faileth? ~ from The Lost Road and Other Writings
"Hail Eärendil, star most radiant, messenger most fair! Hail thou bearer of light before the Sun and Moon, the looked-for that comest unawares, the longed-for that comest beyond hope! Hail thou splendour of the children of the world, thou slayer of the dark! Star of the sunset hail! Hail! herald of the morn!" ~ from The Shaping of Middle Earth
I look East, West, North, South, and I do not see Sauron; but I see that Saruman has many descendants. We Hobbits have against them no magic weapons. Yet, my gentlehobbits, I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
Hobbitic in spirit. Frodoholic. Frodo is beauty. Frodo is my muse.
This is mostly a friends' only journal, though I may post a public entry now and then. You're welcome to friend me if we have any interests in common and I'll probably friend you back. :) But please leave a message at the Friending Post stating what brought you here. A quick read of my interests below should give you some clues, though I have many more besides. I admit I'm a little shy about taking the initiative in friending people. :)
If you're looking for drama and controversy, this is probably not the journal for you. I lead a quiet, simple life that closely parallels that of a contented, peace-loving hobbit. Though on occasion, my Tookishness will rise up within me and lead me astray.
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Snail by Rolf Jacobsen
Little, peaceful wanderer of the grassblades with trumpet on back and long horns like antennae to east and west for this blind singer who, respectfully, always kisses the earth.
Carefully, he bends each blade aside, listens closely for any danger there. Then he plays the joyful song of the grass on his trumpet.
Homeless, eternal little friend in the grass, he who wanders on a kiss.
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