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Mithalwen · 07-06-2006, 12:20 PM

Well apart form having a virtual present from a Downs RPG character

..my best present was a set of leaf shaped garden lights which I hope will help make my garden a little like Loth-lorien (if only by night ..I already have some elvish looking candle holders and a mesh of lights ) Unfortunately the local nurseries do not stock mellyrn, elanor or niphredil so by day I aim for the Shire. Not so far off though I am sure the Gamgees would not approve of the lack of taters this year (never got round to them ) but I don't think they would fault the climbers.

As for the celebrations - lots of eating nice things and filling up the corners, wine to rival old Winyards and the finest ale in the Southfarthing of this Shire. I did mean to do a "Downer Dinner Party" and will try to rectify that over the weekend.

I rather like the fact that my birthday is a lithe day (at least if you don't adjust the calendar) .

It seems that only hobbits really celebrate birthdays (though Aragorn tidily died on his).

Elves usually have their birthdays in the spring which means that the birthday card industry is seasonal. They also mark the day of begetting rather than birth (though since the elvish gestation period is a year it is usually the same or near enough). This surely makes "teenage elves" (ie ones in their thirties and forties !!!) really squeamish

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mark12_30 · 07-06-2006, 03:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Mithalwen

Unfortunately the local nurseries do not stock mellyrn, elanor or niphredil so by day I aim for the Shire.

Not Mellyrn, but you will find close cousins to Niphredil in Snowdrops (if I remember correctly, that's what is on Tinuviel's 'crest'?) and I believe elanor is related to either Winter Aconyte or (perhaps) "scotch crocus", a very early golden snow-crocus.

Sil_Heraldic_devices.htm

Encaitare · 07-06-2006, 05:28 PM

Cheers, Your Wightiness. Have a lovely and happy birthday!

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-08-2006, 05:34 PM

*As Fea lay there, thinking and getting a hold of herself, she noticed all at once that the darkness was slowly giving way: a pale greenish light was growing round her. It did not at first show her what kind of a place she was in, for the light seemed to be coming out of herself, and from the computer before her, and had not yet reached the roof or wall. She looked into the monitor, and there in the cold glow she saw posting before her Thinlómien, Esty, JennyHallu, Glirdan, and Encaitare. They were on time, and their faces looked deathly relieved; and they were clad in white. About them lay many treasures, of gold maybe, and in that light they looked as mathoms do. On their heads were circlets, gold chains were about their waists and on their fingers were many rings. Swords lay by their sides, and shields were at their feet. Fea realized that across her neck lay one long naked sword.

Suddenly a song began: a cold murmur, rising and falling. The voice seemed far away and immeasurably dreary, sometimes high in the air and thin, sometimes like a low moan from the ground. Out of the formless stream of sad but horrible sounds, strings of words would now and again shape themselves: grim, hard, cold words, heartless and miserable. The night was railing against the morning of which it was bereaved, and the cold was cursing the warmth for which it hungered. Fea was chilled to the marrow. After a while the song became clearer, and with dread in her heart she perceived that it had changed.

Before she could hear words, she spoke, unsure, and not a little bit frightened.

"Barrow-Wight, please, if you could find it in your heart, forgive me." The blade was cold against her pale neck, and Fea could see in her mind's eye the stain that her own blood would make, a stark crimson against the silver of the sword, running warmly down her ivory throat to mingle with the soft threads of the blankets beneath her. A hesitation in the Wight's song spoke to her that he was listening, but she could not read his Wightness as she could others; unfathomable, worthy of respect, and, she must admit to herself, a bit terrifying.

"Please," she continued, trying not to choke on her words. "I am sorry that I missed your birthday; work held me and I saw the significance of the day but was kept from mentioning it. Please, your Imperial Wightness, have it in your heart to remove the blade from my throat and stop chanting curses over me. Next year... next year I will not be tardy."

*any resemblance to works previously written is purely coincidental

***Thenamir*** · 07-08-2006, 10:06 PM

Thenamir reined in his mount and cast his eyes at the westering sun, wondering for a moment where in the wideness of Middle Earth this road might take him, so far from friends and familiarity. It had been a long and cold season, and there were many leagues yet to travel before his journey would bring him home again. He dismounted and made ready to camp for the night.

Some time later over a small fire over which roasted a freshly killed coney, he reviewed his log parchments, and made note of the date -- and of a date just past, almost without remembrance, for which he was ashamed. He raised his eyes to the west, where the last of the dusk was rapidly fading to moonless night, and raised his cup. "To you, BW, best of friends," he mumured quietly, "may your road ever rise to meet you, and may our paths cross again in a happier hour."

He sat for a few more moments staring wistfully off into nothingness, then put away his parchments and prepared his simple meal. Morning would come sooner than he would like, and his journey would continue...but the fresh memory of his friend would make the journey lighter, and the return more merry.

-----------

To you indeed, BW, a happy birthday and many happy returns of the day!

Thenamir

***Gilthalion*** · 07-13-2006, 04:28 PM

Me birthday is on the 19th of July, whereupon I shall be Thirty-Thirteen!

Many happy birthdays to my old friends!

(But don't come looking for presents from this old hobbit, though if you come to the South Farthing, I'll cook you a marvelous dinner!)

Rune Son of Bjarne · 07-14-2006, 06:10 PM

Happy Birthday Glirdan!

07-06-2006, 12:20 PM	#1
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,463	Well apart form having a virtual present from a Downs RPG character ..my best present was a set of leaf shaped garden lights which I hope will help make my garden a little like Loth-lorien (if only by night ..I already have some elvish looking candle holders and a mesh of lights ) Unfortunately the local nurseries do not stock mellyrn, elanor or niphredil so by day I aim for the Shire. Not so far off though I am sure the Gamgees would not approve of the lack of taters this year (never got round to them ) but I don't think they would fault the climbers. As for the celebrations - lots of eating nice things and filling up the corners, wine to rival old Winyards and the finest ale in the Southfarthing of this Shire. I did mean to do a "Downer Dinner Party" and will try to rectify that over the weekend. I rather like the fact that my birthday is a lithe day (at least if you don't adjust the calendar) . It seems that only hobbits really celebrate birthdays (though Aragorn tidily died on his). Elves usually have their birthdays in the spring which means that the birthday card industry is seasonal. They also mark the day of begetting rather than birth (though since the elvish gestation period is a year it is usually the same or near enough). This surely makes "teenage elves" (ie ones in their thirties and forties !!!) really squeamish . __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

07-08-2006, 05:34 PM	#4
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	As Fea lay there, thinking and getting a hold of herself, she noticed all at once that the darkness was slowly giving way: a pale greenish light was growing round her. It did not at first show her what kind of a place she was in, for the light seemed to be coming out of herself, and from the computer before her, and had not yet reached the roof or wall. She looked into the monitor, and there in the cold glow she saw posting before her Thinlómien, Esty, JennyHallu, Glirdan, and Encaitare. They were on time, and their faces looked deathly relieved; and they were clad in white. About them lay many treasures, of gold maybe, and in that light they looked as mathoms do. On their heads were circlets, gold chains were about their waists and on their fingers were many rings. Swords lay by their sides, and shields were at their feet. Fea realized that across her* neck lay one long naked sword. Suddenly a song began: a cold murmur, rising and falling. The voice seemed far away and immeasurably dreary, sometimes high in the air and thin, sometimes like a low moan from the ground. Out of the formless stream of sad but horrible sounds, strings of words would now and again shape themselves: grim, hard, cold words, heartless and miserable. The night was railing against the morning of which it was bereaved, and the cold was cursing the warmth for which it hungered. Fea was chilled to the marrow. After a while the song became clearer, and with dread in her heart she perceived that it had changed. Before she could hear words, she spoke, unsure, and not a little bit frightened. "Barrow-Wight, please, if you could find it in your heart, forgive me." The blade was cold against her pale neck, and Fea could see in her mind's eye the stain that her own blood would make, a stark crimson against the silver of the sword, running warmly down her ivory throat to mingle with the soft threads of the blankets beneath her. A hesitation in the Wight's song spoke to her that he was listening, but she could not read his Wightness as she could others; unfathomable, worthy of respect, and, she must admit to herself, a bit terrifying. "Please," she continued, trying not to choke on her words. "I am sorry that I missed your birthday; work held me and I saw the significance of the day but was kept from mentioning it. Please, your Imperial Wightness, have it in your heart to remove the blade from my throat and stop chanting curses over me. Next year... next year I will not be tardy." any resemblance to works previously written is purely coincidental __________________ peace* Last edited by Feanor of the Peredhil; 07-09-2006 at 10:40 AM.

07-08-2006, 10:06 PM	#5
*Thenamir* Spectre of Capitalism Join Date: May 2001 Location: Battling evil bureaucrats at Zeta Aquilae Posts: 987	Thenamir reined in his mount and cast his eyes at the westering sun, wondering for a moment where in the wideness of Middle Earth this road might take him, so far from friends and familiarity. It had been a long and cold season, and there were many leagues yet to travel before his journey would bring him home again. He dismounted and made ready to camp for the night. Some time later over a small fire over which roasted a freshly killed coney, he reviewed his log parchments, and made note of the date -- and of a date just past, almost without remembrance, for which he was ashamed. He raised his eyes to the west, where the last of the dusk was rapidly fading to moonless night, and raised his cup. "To you, BW, best of friends," he mumured quietly, "may your road ever rise to meet you, and may our paths cross again in a happier hour." He sat for a few more moments staring wistfully off into nothingness, then put away his parchments and prepared his simple meal. Morning would come sooner than he would like, and his journey would continue...but the fresh memory of his friend would make the journey lighter, and the return more merry. ----------- To you indeed, BW, a happy birthday and many happy returns of the day! Thenamir __________________ The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. ~~ Marcus Aurelius

07-13-2006, 04:28 PM	#6
*Gilthalion* Hobbitus Emeritus Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: South Farthing Posts: 635	Gilthalion is still kicking (with his big dirty feetses). Me birthday is on the 19th of July, whereupon I shall be Thirty-Thirteen! Many happy birthdays to my old friends! (But don't come looking for presents from this old hobbit, though if you come to the South Farthing, I'll cook you a marvelous dinner!) __________________ Please read my fan fiction novel THE HOBBITS. Wanna hear me read Tolkien? Gilthalion's Grand Adventures!

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07-06-2006, 05:28 PM	#3
Encaitare Bittersweet Symphony Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: On the jolly starship Enterprise Posts: 1,814	Cheers, Your Wightiness. Have a lovely and happy birthday!