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Nevfeniel · 07-09-2002, 06:01 PM

I stand corrected. We are the only ones keeping this topic alive. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] This is probably one of my best:
Fog on the Barrow-Downs

There was a loud rumbling sound, as of scissors snorting and laughing, and suddenly unicorns streamed in, real unicorns, the plain unicorns of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's fingernail; and there was Tom's tummy (t-shirt, nice, button-down shirt, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the vocal chords of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not dance, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very weird.

Tom stooped, removed his raincoat, and came into the dark chamber, singing:
Get out, you old puppy! Vanish in the thing!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the fluffy ocean far beyond the rock pile!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.
At these words there was a BOOM!!!!! and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a squeak. Then there was a long trailing phwet, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.

07-09-2002, 06:01 PM	#11
Nevfeniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mithlond Posts: 783	I stand corrected. We are the only ones keeping this topic alive. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] This is probably one of my best: Fog on the Barrow-Downs There was a loud rumbling sound, as of scissors snorting and laughing, and suddenly unicorns streamed in, real unicorns, the plain unicorns of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's fingernail; and there was Tom's tummy (t-shirt, nice, button-down shirt, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the vocal chords of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not dance, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very weird. Tom stooped, removed his raincoat, and came into the dark chamber, singing: Get out, you old puppy! Vanish in the thing! Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing, Out into the fluffy ocean far beyond the rock pile! Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty! Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness, Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended. At these words there was a BOOM!!!!! and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a squeak. Then there was a long trailing phwet, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence. __________________ Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.