"Iire I Ringa en' Hesin tulin...lintitinwe fui selma topė aurė...Mi I hayla en' I Anar...Mmė tasar vanta mi sįra mistė...Nan mi olórė...Amin er ten lya essė...Ar mi olórė...Mmė tasar omenta ata...Iire I airė ar oronti lanta...Ar mmė tulin, ana en' aurė...Mi I morna amin ten a yello...Yello nye en...Im tasar tara...Ar ata ata" {When the cold of winter comes...Starless night will cover day...In the veiling of the sun...We will walk in bitter rain...But in dreams...I still hear your name...And in dreams...We will meet again...When the seas and mountains fall...And we come, to end of days...In the dark I hear a call...Calling me there...I will go there...And back again} ...All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter...Not All Who Wander 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 Blade that Was Broken...The Crownless Again Shall Be King...Seek For The Sword That Was Broken: In Imaldris 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 Be Woken...And The Halfling Forth Shall Stand...

"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."

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Morniė utśliė
(Quenya: Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Morniė alantiė
(Quenya: Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now


tragic ‡ Boromir would die for me.
ŗ I brake!! : Boromir ŗ
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Sexy Hair!
( 2003-12-21 @ 4:36 p.m. )

Dont have time for a loooooooong update here. I will do that this week.

OHMYGOD! RUTH! BECKERS! ANWEN! MEL! GINA! So many sisters!

Ack.......ROTK! BILLY! BILLY! Oh yes.......Billy!

And oh yea.......CRAIG! CRAIG! CRAIG!

I am lost somewhere between ROTK, Craig Parker telling me my hair was the seciest thing ever {He hugged me TWICE}, Bruce Hopkins READING my poem to him-Gamling, then quoting it and telling me it was the coolest thing ever, then kissing my cheek, and Mark Ferguson pulling me in for a huge snuggle.

And dancing to the Hobbit Drinking song in yhe Bar with Beckers, Fruthy and J2.........STARTING the drinking song in the bar, random people wanting pictures of me in costume..........having numerous pictures taken of me with Boromir..........AAAAGH!

Brain overload! Oh yes, spending my Birthday in New York and FINDING IN THE TRASH the biggest Aragorn in Gondorian Armor cardboard standee ever!

Which is now in my room.

Despite the fact that I carried it around NY on the subway all night. Very Funny........

And actually being able to cry with my sisters at the movies.........MY SISTERS!

AAAAAAH!

Ok, one last thing, for my birthday I recieved THE SIDESHOW WETA STATUE OF BOROMIR! AAAAH!

And yes, after Christmas people will start recieving Christmas Presents and mail from me.....Ugh.....I really need to relax......better full-length update to come.

I leave you with this.

Craig Parker: Ah, ok what's your name?

Me:~Points at namebadge~ Uh....Ivy

Craig: Ivy, brilliant.....gorgeous name...~Leans in~ Can I tell you something?

Me: Yea........please......go ahead

Craig: Your hair, the red....that is just the sexiest thing ever!

Me: Uh...............

Home Is Behind.....

The World Ahead...

Home is behind, the world ahead,

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadows to the edge of night,

Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,

Away shall pale, Away shall fade.

The world is grey, the mountains old,

The forge's fire is ashen-cold;

No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:

The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;

The shadow lies upon his tomb

In Moria, in Khazad-dum.

But still the sunken stars appear

In dark and windless Mirrormere;

There lies his crown in water deep,

Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

Home Is Behind // The World Ahead