Wow! I finally answered a riddle correctly! I am new at this riddle making art, so this one may be too easy, or incomprehensible! But I'll be glad to give hints...and, by the way, thanks for the complement on my sleeping Frodo avatar, Evisse! I always enjoy your Lady of Shallot avatar as well! Nice to see the great artworks represented here! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Now on to my riddle:
Life is but a crucible in my hands,
I dwell in the stone of old that stands;
For my sake the slow are moved to haste,
My dreams by small stones are now outpaced;
Through stone from afar my will is wrest,
I can no longer return to the West.
Who am I?
Cheers,
Lyta
P.S. I'll be out for several hours, but I'll try to check for answers when I return! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
[ September 13, 2003: Message edited by: Lyta_Underhill ]
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“…she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.”
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