Malbeth the Seer

[dragongirlG]

Your dream is like the desire of the Men for the hills.
-Malbeth the Seer-

Huh?

[yavanna II]

Thou, Tolkien freak, art doomed to suffer the consequences of not listening to Botany and Geometry, and instead reading tOLKIEN books.... that includes failing...
-Malbeth-
me: ULOL KA Ba?

during the periodicals...
Chemistry: Element wth symbol B.
me: BEREN.

Geometry: blah blah[ununderstandable questions....]
Me: Sauron's the bad guy, wasn't he? Why did Gandalf turn white?..... :

History: Queen of England with blah blah....
me: What? Queen of Numenor? I can only remember Ancalime....


after the periodicals...
Malbeth: So, freak, what happened to your test?
Me: Gee, you told me I'd fail if I won't study.... I studied! Only thing is, I failed in Chem, Geom, History......

[The Perky Ent]

Beware the Ides of Rethe

Frodo: E tu Samwise? Then fall Frodo....

[The Perky Ent]

Many leagues lie between you and Mirkwood, but seek the Great Ent you must.*

Wow! Looks like the Barrow-Wight needed Yoda's help on this one

[Evisse the Blue]

Yoda

If troubled by lovely spiders, seek an old Nъmenorean for advice on how to hang them.*

If they were lovely, one wouldn't be untroubled by them.

Does the cow flee from the owls? Why should you flee the Wizards?*

Some cows do. Yes, they do. Surely.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Today's Prophecy for September-born
7 September, 2004

An army of Gondorians marches on Dunland intent on destruction. Your only hope is to find a big slingshot.
- Malbeth the Seer -

I know the answer to this riddle. The army of Gondorians is the Ants that live in the kitchen of old, or so 'tis said in the lore of the drunken Númenóreans. It was camped seven leagues north-west of Tharbad, when the army of the Dunlending cursed them. Then David showed up and killed Goliath. The End.

If they were lovely, one wouldn't be untroubled by them. (Evissë)

They were lovely, but they were fell, and ever hungry. They it was who consumed the Black Forest (cake) of old. I think.

You're getting too old for this analysis of prophecies business, don'tcha think?

[Evisse the Blue]

May I bring to your attention the wise advice that Malbeth the Seer gives January borns at the beginning of this year. So take heed:

To love a Longbeard whose ways are false
Is like praising over slippery ice
With unshod horses out of control,
Badly refreshed two-year-olds,
Or drifting rudderless on a rough prairie,
Or catching a gull with a crippled shoulder
On a thawing hillside: think not to do it.

Got it? Good!