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Vice of Twilight
Join Date: Nov 2002
Location: on a mountain
Posts: 1,121
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Yesterday I walked a quick two miles. And I do mean quick. The second mile was completed in 12 minutes! As Old Man Willow slowly devours my friends into the darkness of his trunk, I can hear some singing from up the road. Unsure whether to be overjoyed that someone has come to help or to start screaming at Old Man Willow to take me too, I at last decide to try to rescue my friends myself before Bombadil reaches us. Fingering the belt at my waist and the scarf around my neck, I consider tying and gagging him, or at least the latter.
However, I've learned something very important, if you don't want someone to sing, then you sing. I've composed a long walking song that I will sing over and over again, never letting him get a word in. It runs as follows: I?m travelling far out of the Shire To Rivendell the very fair O?er little river and field And soon I will arrive there And soon I will arrive there And soon I will arrive there O?er little river and field And soon I will arrive there The morning first dawns so lovely And I wake up and go on I walk many miles further I walk through the glory of dawn I walk through the glory of dawn I walk through the glory of dawn O?er little river and field I walk through the glory of dawn A bird is singing up above And I reply politely As I say farewell to the Shire Rivendell is beckoning to me Rivendell is beckoning to me Rivendell is beckoning to me As I say farewell to the Shire Rivendell is beckoning to me The day wears on until evening Comes stealing over the sun And near to Bree I approach My journey will soon be done My journey will soon be done My journey will soon be done And near to Bree I approach My journey will soon be done I wander on through the night With Rivendell on my mind And in that peaceful stillness Sweet restfulness I do find Sweet restfulness I do find Sweet restfulness I do find And in that peaceful stillness Sweet restfulness I do find That night I slumber on Sweet dreams come stealing o?er me And in those beautiful dreams Fair Rivendell I can see Fair Rivendell I can see Fair Rivendell I can see And in those beautiful dreams Fair Rivendell I can see My journey will lead me O?er paths barely touched and well-worn Through sunset, nighttime, and dreaming And on to the glorious morn And on to the glorious morn And on to the glorious morn Through sunset, nighttime, and dreaming And on to the glorious morn It's to the tune of Rosin the Beau, which can be found here. It's stops in the middle, but you can start it over again, or you can just keep that tune in mind. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Once I memorize my newest work, I can sing it as I tramp through the fields! 4 - 6 miles today. I have to leave Bombadil as soon as I can, or I fear I shall go mad.
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