What do you "assign" to the Shire? - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Feanor of the Peredhil · 03-13-2006, 12:28 AM

I assign the etherial quality of fog. Walking slowly and alone through an abandoned campus in the soft silence of the night, pausing in awe of the way the light catches on the opaque air, separating into distinct beams by the sillhouetted trees. The soft smell of thawing earth and the warmth of the damp air. The way it all seems so unreal.

Thinlómien · 03-13-2006, 08:35 AM

I assign apple marmalade and toast. It just tastes good.

Celuien · 03-13-2006, 09:33 PM

I assign Hamantaschen. Delicious.

Best of all, prunes (of all things!) are delightful in them. Normally I dislike prunes, but they're great when cooked up properly. Now there's a way to take something that belongs in Mordor and turn it into something wonderful. A Shire deserving item in itself.

Bêthberry · 03-14-2006, 06:57 AM

I assign that particular smell of spring, the earthy, heavy aroma of damp, dank earth, full of dirt and detritus, oozing deliquescent puddles of mud and the last remnants of snow and ice. Earth on the cusp of birth.

Laitoste · 03-15-2006, 07:24 PM

Nice, helpful professors who make you feel better about why you feel stupid in their classes, and can explain (well) why you didn't get the grade you thought you'd get on your paper and can help you understand how to do better next time. Also professors who value your input and are encouraging (to the point of encouraging you to go talk to your other, scarier profs). I like feeling supported!

Oddwen · 03-15-2006, 08:29 PM

Mud.

Springtime mud.

The kind that is caused by melting snow.

The kind that turns the top two inches of your driveway into soup. (Though the ruts that are there when it freezes back up again can go Elsewhere...)

Living on a road with a slight incline, so that you can play in the rivulets that run down the hill across the end of the driveway. *sigh* Such memories...

the guy who be short · 03-16-2006, 12:29 PM

Brighton beach.

When the weather turns unexpetedly beautiful.

Fish and Chips on the beach.

French exchange students.

Thick coach windows that, due to two reflections, make it look as if there are two suns, or even three.

French people trying to explain the difference between au-dessus and au-dessous to obstinate English children who claim there is none.

Perfect days out that mean you don't have to go to lessons you don't like.

03-13-2006, 12:28 AM	#1
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	I assign the etherial quality of fog. Walking slowly and alone through an abandoned campus in the soft silence of the night, pausing in awe of the way the light catches on the opaque air, separating into distinct beams by the sillhouetted trees. The soft smell of thawing earth and the warmth of the damp air. The way it all seems so unreal. __________________ peace

03-13-2006, 08:35 AM	#2
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	I assign apple marmalade and toast. It just tastes good. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

03-13-2006, 09:33 PM	#3
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	I assign Hamantaschen. Delicious. Best of all, prunes (of all things!) are delightful in them. Normally I dislike prunes, but they're great when cooked up properly. Now there's a way to take something that belongs in Mordor and turn it into something wonderful. A Shire deserving item in itself. __________________ People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.

03-14-2006, 06:57 AM	#4
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	I assign that particular smell of spring, the earthy, heavy aroma of damp, dank earth, full of dirt and detritus, oozing deliquescent puddles of mud and the last remnants of snow and ice. Earth on the cusp of birth. __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.

03-15-2006, 07:24 PM	#5
Laitoste Wight Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Behind the hills Posts: 164	Nice, helpful professors who make you feel better about why you feel stupid in their classes, and can explain (well) why you didn't get the grade you thought you'd get on your paper and can help you understand how to do better next time. Also professors who value your input and are encouraging (to the point of encouraging you to go talk to your other, scarier profs). I like feeling supported! __________________ "If we're still alive in the morning, we'll know that we're not dead."~South Park

03-15-2006, 08:29 PM	#6
Oddwen Drummer in the Deep Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Next Sunday A.D. Posts: 2,145	Mud. Springtime mud. The kind that is caused by melting snow. The kind that turns the top two inches of your driveway into soup. (Though the ruts that are there when it freezes back up again can go Elsewhere...) Living on a road with a slight incline, so that you can play in the rivulets that run down the hill across the end of the driveway. sigh Such memories... __________________ But all the while I sit and think of times there were before I listen for returning feet and voices at the door

03-16-2006, 12:29 PM	#7
the guy who be short Shadowed Prince Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thulcandra Posts: 2,343	Brighton beach. When the weather turns unexpetedly beautiful. Fish and Chips on the beach. French exchange students. Thick coach windows that, due to two reflections, make it look as if there are two suns, or even three. French people trying to explain the difference between au-dessus and au-dessous to obstinate English children who claim there is none. Perfect days out that mean you don't have to go to lessons you don't like.