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“You don’t understand!” I cried at them, leaping to my feet. “George was my best friend! You can’t just replace him like that!” How could they be so cruel? So callous? So utterly, splendiferously, terribly, awfully horrid? Several single crystalline tears streaming down my alabaster-pale cheeks, I turned and fled back towards the shack they called a house – how could anybody expect a growing girl like me to live in a place with only three wings and two hundred rooms? – my frail shoulders racked with sobs.
Running upstairs, I shoved the mcared. Nobody understood. I was all alone in a cold, cruel world.School was the worst. My teachers never stopped hounding me about petty things like grades, concentration, and showing up for lessons. Every boy in the school threw themselves at me, but none of them saw me as more than a pair of G-cup breasts and a pretty face. The girls all said I was a total bitch, even though I never did anything wrong. Everyone hated me because I was so popular, and I never really had friends at all.Until George. George was my friend. My best friend. My only friend.And now he was dead!Sniffling, I wiped a single crystalline tear away from the corner aid, butler, and PA out of the way and threw myself down on the tiny four-poster bed with hand-embroidered Venetian silk pillows, racked by heartfelt sobs. George was gone. Gone forever. My only real friend. And Mom and Daddy didn’t even understand my agony! They never did. They just couldn’t comprehend my sensitive soul, the depths of my deep heart in all its deepness. Daddy wouldn’t even buy me another pony!
They kept me a virtual slave here. I had to wash up twice a month, and I was always dragged out of bed at crack of noon, each morning, to trudge all the way to the Ferrari. I tried to call social services down on them, but they just laughed in my face. Nobody of my eyes, which were fading back to a pale, mourning silver-grey, like a rainy sky without the rain or the sky, and sat up on my bed, looking around my ‘room’. I had seen more luxurious cupboards. It was only ten metres square, and what had given them the idea to paint it pink? Everyone knew that I wanted
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Duellists
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his injured leg in and sooth it a little for it was throbbing. Afterward, his leg was feeling much better and he was just drying his hair when there came a soft knock on the door. Gandalf had come to fetch him.
‘It is time for breakfast now Frodo. Do you feel up to it?’
In the time that Frodo had been waiting for Gandalf, he had begun to think about Sam, which made him terribly sad. He stifled his tears and welcomed the wizard as cheerfully as he could.
Gandalf spotted his sadness almost instanRosie woke up and saw Sam sitting on the side of the bed and cradling young Rose in his arms. He had a smile from ear to ear on his face. He turned around when he felt the bed moved and looked at his wife. ‘Good afternoon, Rosie.’ He said in a whisper. He got off of the bed and put the infant in her cradle. He came back to Rosie who now smelled the flower that he had picked for her earlier.‘Sam, where did you find such a beautiful flower?’ The scent of the flower was honey mixed with the scent of trees after it has rained. She continued to smell it for some time.‘I found it while I was weeding under the window.’ Sam saidtly but he didn’t questions so as to not put off Frodo’s stomach. He ushered Frodo to come outside and Gandalf put his hand on Frodo’s shoulder. ‘The Elves have prepared some jam and toast. Thought they thought it best to not toast all the bread in case you changed your mind. The bread has been freshly baked and the jam has been made almost instantly.’ Frodo smiled at this and soon his stomach rumbled again.
~--*--~
Later that afternoon .
Rosie sat up and kissed her husband. ‘I love it Sam! I love you.’ She embraced Sam and soon laid down with her hand in his and they fell asleep on the bed.
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his injured leg in and sooth it a little for it was throbbing. Afterward, his leg was feeling much better and he was just drying his hair when there came a soft knock on the door. Gandalf had come to fetch him.
‘It is time for breakfast now Frodo. Do you feel up to it?’
In the time that Frodo had been waiting for Gandalf, he had begun to think about Sam, which made him terribly sad. He stifled his tears and welcomed the wizard as cheerfully as he could.
Gandalf spotted his sadness almost instanRosie woke up and saw Sam sitting on the side of the bed and cradling young Rose in his arms. He had a smile from ear to ear on his face. He turned around when he felt the bed moved and looked at his wife. ‘Good afternoon, Rosie.’ He said in a whisper. He got off of the bed and put the infant in her cradle. He came back to Rosie who now smelled the flower that he had picked for her earlier.‘Sam, where did you find such a beautiful flower?’ The scent of the flower was honey mixed with the scent of trees after it has rained. She continued to smell it for some time.‘I found it while I was weeding under the window.’ Sam saidtly but he didn’t questions so as to not put off Frodo’s stomach. He ushered Frodo to come outside and Gandalf put his hand on Frodo’s shoulder. ‘The Elves have prepared some jam and toast. Thought they thought it best to not toast all the bread in case you changed your mind. The bread has been freshly baked and the jam has been made almost instantly.’ Frodo smiled at this and soon his stomach rumbled again.
~--*--~
Later that afternoon .
Rosie sat up and kissed her husband. ‘I love it Sam! I love you.’ She embraced Sam and soon laid down with her hand in his and they fell asleep on the bed.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano Baby Bye Bye II
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the Lady of Imladris said gently. “He is young – even younger than Arwen, and the Valar know I have a difficult enough time believing that she is grown up.”
“He is barely five hundred,” Lindariel said hoarsely. “He should be carefree, fooling around with his friends, wooing maidens, all the things young “I cannot say that,” the Elven-queen whispered. “Sauron was not utterly destroyed; you know this.” She glanced at the ring on Elrond’s finger. “We have nothing to protect Eryn Galen save the strength of our warriors; the enemy is swift and stealthy, and we maintain our vigilance against the day of his return. We dare not let down our guard. What kind of queen would I be if I asked Legolas not to do his duty to the realm? It only grieves me that the duty is so hard.”“Yet he finds peace here, in the company of his friends,” ellyn did before these darker days came. Instead he bears the burden of being Thranduil’s heir… He is the most skillful archer in Eryn Galen, Thorontur tells me. Of course I am proud of him, but I wish he had not seen so much battle already. I had hoped that with Sauron defeated he would live in a happier world.”
“Lindariel,” Elrond murmured, “we are in a time of relative peace. If you feel Legolas should not be a warrior yet –”CelebrÃan said, glancing out the window again. “And I see in Imladris the same young Elf I knew two hundred years ago, when he had no cares at all.”
“I know,” Lindariel replied. “I cannot express my gratitude to –”
“No thanks between friends,” CelebrÃan said, smiling. “Legolas
the Lady of Imladris said gently. “He is young – even younger than Arwen, and the Valar know I have a difficult enough time believing that she is grown up.”
“He is barely five hundred,” Lindariel said hoarsely. “He should be carefree, fooling around with his friends, wooing maidens, all the things young “I cannot say that,” the Elven-queen whispered. “Sauron was not utterly destroyed; you know this.” She glanced at the ring on Elrond’s finger. “We have nothing to protect Eryn Galen save the strength of our warriors; the enemy is swift and stealthy, and we maintain our vigilance against the day of his return. We dare not let down our guard. What kind of queen would I be if I asked Legolas not to do his duty to the realm? It only grieves me that the duty is so hard.”“Yet he finds peace here, in the company of his friends,” ellyn did before these darker days came. Instead he bears the burden of being Thranduil’s heir… He is the most skillful archer in Eryn Galen, Thorontur tells me. Of course I am proud of him, but I wish he had not seen so much battle already. I had hoped that with Sauron defeated he would live in a happier world.”
“Lindariel,” Elrond murmured, “we are in a time of relative peace. If you feel Legolas should not be a warrior yet –”CelebrÃan said, glancing out the window again. “And I see in Imladris the same young Elf I knew two hundred years ago, when he had no cares at all.”
“I know,” Lindariel replied. “I cannot express my gratitude to –”
“No thanks between friends,” CelebrÃan said, smiling. “Legolas
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to them. When he got close enough still unnoticed he grinned, unable to contain himself. “I could’ve have sworn that the last elfling was born 3,653 years ago. How come is it then that I now see two?” Relishing the moment when two shocked faces snapped their attention to him, he gave them an amused laugh; as both hurried to their feet to retain their dignified aura. “Ada!” Legolas grinned after recovering from the initial shock. “What on Middle-Earth have you two been up to?” The King asked feigning seriousness. “W-we were—I was… er…” Galion stut year, around this time in summer? You and your naneth—” (mother) Sadness marred his son’s face and he paled in comparison to his already pale complexion. The King faltered and took a very deep breath. “Why don’t we take a walk?” he suggested—although it sounded more like a statement. Galion bowed respectfully and backed-away, giving the prince a sympathetic look before vanishing in the corridors.“Adar… I don’t remember.” Big soulful blue eyes turned to his father for any hopeful explanation. “It’s probably because your mind won’t allow you to remember tered. The prince giggled as he held out the green apple to his father; whispering ‘now I know why I brought that with me.’ His father gave him a cheeky grin of his own before taking the apple. “Like old times, Tithen Pen? I’m afraid you won’t evade the question that easy this time.” The King was surprised to see confusion cross his son’s face. “I’ve done this before, Adar?” Thranduil’s grin broke. ‘Ai, Valar! Must I always be the one to destroy his day?’ He prayed to whoever who could hear him that Legolas wouldn’t be miserable the whole day because of him. “You do not remember, Greenleaf?” he started cautiously. “Everybecause of your mother’s death.” They walked along the beautiful garden side-by-side, “Come to think of it… I really don’t remember anything before her death.” Legolas admitted. “It’s not something for you to grieve about, Ion-nin.” Thranduil smiled slightly, trying to get his son to do so—and failing.
“We had fun then?” the prince asked, not able to move-on from the thought
to them. When he got close enough still unnoticed he grinned, unable to contain himself. “I could’ve have sworn that the last elfling was born 3,653 years ago. How come is it then that I now see two?” Relishing the moment when two shocked faces snapped their attention to him, he gave them an amused laugh; as both hurried to their feet to retain their dignified aura. “Ada!” Legolas grinned after recovering from the initial shock. “What on Middle-Earth have you two been up to?” The King asked feigning seriousness. “W-we were—I was… er…” Galion stut year, around this time in summer? You and your naneth—” (mother) Sadness marred his son’s face and he paled in comparison to his already pale complexion. The King faltered and took a very deep breath. “Why don’t we take a walk?” he suggested—although it sounded more like a statement. Galion bowed respectfully and backed-away, giving the prince a sympathetic look before vanishing in the corridors.“Adar… I don’t remember.” Big soulful blue eyes turned to his father for any hopeful explanation. “It’s probably because your mind won’t allow you to remember tered. The prince giggled as he held out the green apple to his father; whispering ‘now I know why I brought that with me.’ His father gave him a cheeky grin of his own before taking the apple. “Like old times, Tithen Pen? I’m afraid you won’t evade the question that easy this time.” The King was surprised to see confusion cross his son’s face. “I’ve done this before, Adar?” Thranduil’s grin broke. ‘Ai, Valar! Must I always be the one to destroy his day?’ He prayed to whoever who could hear him that Legolas wouldn’t be miserable the whole day because of him. “You do not remember, Greenleaf?” he started cautiously. “Everybecause of your mother’s death.” They walked along the beautiful garden side-by-side, “Come to think of it… I really don’t remember anything before her death.” Legolas admitted. “It’s not something for you to grieve about, Ion-nin.” Thranduil smiled slightly, trying to get his son to do so—and failing.
“We had fun then?” the prince asked, not able to move-on from the thought
Monday, May 11, 2009
Jack Vettriano Dance Me to the End of Love I
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zone. Panic, panic. Looking around me (pretty much anywhere except Glorfindel) I noticed all the other elves in our group were completely still. Oh, this was not good.
"Did I say world-hopping? (nervous chuckle) I meant, uh, I don’t really know what I meant, but listen, there is no need to get upset-"
"NO NEED TO GET UPSET!" Glorfindel burst out, making both Almira and I jump. "This is unbelievable! Not to mention impossible! Do you realize what you are implying? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"We come in peace?" I offered. Almira just rolled her eyes. She really needed to cut that out, because one day I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
"My lord, I have absolutely no idea what she is talking about-"
"The heck you don’t, Miss I-got-this-dress-from-GAP," I muttered.
Glorfindel just ignored me, "Quiet! I don’t need your excuses. I want the truth and I want it now."
Almira and I exchanged uneasy glances andlanguage you were speaking when we first happened upon you,” said one of the other elves, Gornnir, I think. I blinked in surprise. I forgot about how well elves could hear. That would explain the curious stares and why Glorfindel was so suspicious. However, I was still confused. As far as I knew I wasn’t aware I was speaking Elvish. Whenever the elves were present they understood me, and I them. I must have made the change without thinking. But why?Then it dawned on me. I must have been speaking English with Almira when there were no elves around, or if we weren’t speaking directly to an elf, because it simply wasn’t necessary. I smiled as I realized this could be used to convince them we really weren’t from Middle-Earth. As if the red-haired, green-eyed elf didn’t give it away. But hey, unless I saw some kind of mothership I would have a hard time believing in visitors from another world or time, too. she said, "You should probably explain, seeing as you seem to know more. I’ve only seen the movies."
"Figures. Fine, I’ll do it." When I looked back to Glorfindel, he and the other elves had a look of utter confusion on their faces.
"What language were you just speaking? I have never heard it before," Glorfindel said. “Is it similar to Westron?”
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to Almira I said, "I thought we were speaking Elvish."
"There! You just did it again when talking to her," cried Faelon.
“It’s the same “Why didn’t you question us about the language when you heard us using it?” I asked
zone. Panic, panic. Looking around me (pretty much anywhere except Glorfindel) I noticed all the other elves in our group were completely still. Oh, this was not good.
"Did I say world-hopping? (nervous chuckle) I meant, uh, I don’t really know what I meant, but listen, there is no need to get upset-"
"NO NEED TO GET UPSET!" Glorfindel burst out, making both Almira and I jump. "This is unbelievable! Not to mention impossible! Do you realize what you are implying? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"We come in peace?" I offered. Almira just rolled her eyes. She really needed to cut that out, because one day I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
"My lord, I have absolutely no idea what she is talking about-"
"The heck you don’t, Miss I-got-this-dress-from-GAP," I muttered.
Glorfindel just ignored me, "Quiet! I don’t need your excuses. I want the truth and I want it now."
Almira and I exchanged uneasy glances andlanguage you were speaking when we first happened upon you,” said one of the other elves, Gornnir, I think. I blinked in surprise. I forgot about how well elves could hear. That would explain the curious stares and why Glorfindel was so suspicious. However, I was still confused. As far as I knew I wasn’t aware I was speaking Elvish. Whenever the elves were present they understood me, and I them. I must have made the change without thinking. But why?Then it dawned on me. I must have been speaking English with Almira when there were no elves around, or if we weren’t speaking directly to an elf, because it simply wasn’t necessary. I smiled as I realized this could be used to convince them we really weren’t from Middle-Earth. As if the red-haired, green-eyed elf didn’t give it away. But hey, unless I saw some kind of mothership I would have a hard time believing in visitors from another world or time, too. she said, "You should probably explain, seeing as you seem to know more. I’ve only seen the movies."
"Figures. Fine, I’ll do it." When I looked back to Glorfindel, he and the other elves had a look of utter confusion on their faces.
"What language were you just speaking? I have never heard it before," Glorfindel said. “Is it similar to Westron?”
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to Almira I said, "I thought we were speaking Elvish."
"There! You just did it again when talking to her," cried Faelon.
“It’s the same “Why didn’t you question us about the language when you heard us using it?” I asked
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and noticed that Faelon turned out to be the same Elf I had saved. I nodded at him as he knelt down next to me and began feeling my shoulder.
“I wanted to thank you for saving my life. I am in your debt.”
“I must admit I was really quite impressed,” acknowledged Glorfindel.
I was kind of embarrassed and almost positive I was blushing. “It’s really no big deal, I-OUCH!” Faelon had decided to set my shoulder at that exact moment. I began to glare at him while he began to fashion a sort of sling for my shoulder.
“Sorry,” he said, “it is better if you do not expect it.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. It really wasn’t his fault my shoulder had to be set. He helped me to my feet (seeing as I would have had a hard time since I couldn’t move my shoulder) and then just kind of stared at me. I was about to ask him what was up with the staring when Glorfindel inquired after Almira.
“She’s passed out over there,” I stated while nodding to her body a few feet away.
“Is it too much to hope for that she might stay this way?” I heard Glorfindel mutter under his breath. I take back what I said earlier about Elven hearing, I love it.
“Now, now. That’s not very nice,” I said with a smile.
“You can’t tell me you weren’t hoping for the same thing.”
“No, I can’t because that would be lying and I try not to do that.”
At that Glorfindel just smiled and bent over to see if he could wake Almira up. One shake and she was awake. Just like that. Not dazed or slightly confused, but perfectly awake. Fainted, my arse.
“What happened? Is everyone alright?” she inquired, all wide-eyed and helpless. Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.“You fainted and everyone is fine,” Glorfindel answered while slowly edging away. Almira, seeing him try to escape, sort of collapsed onto him.“I’m sorry. I am just so weak from my near-death experience. That Orc nearly killed me, you know. I bet you saved me, didn’t you? Oh, how kind and brave of you. I am forever in your debt.” She stared at him, batting her eyelashes. For heaven’s sake, she was practically drooling.“The hell!” I cried “I distinctly remember me kicking said Orc. Granted, he did eventually shoot the Orc, effectively killing it. But if anything he saved my life.” Oh, oh jeez. He really had saved my life. Glorfindel just stared at me with one eyebrow raised. “He he, thanks for that by the way,” I said, just a tad embarrassed at my outburst. I ducked my head, hoping I was not blushing too badly.
I heard what distinctly sounded like a chuckle from Glorfindel (if Elves chuckle.)
and noticed that Faelon turned out to be the same Elf I had saved. I nodded at him as he knelt down next to me and began feeling my shoulder.
“I wanted to thank you for saving my life. I am in your debt.”
“I must admit I was really quite impressed,” acknowledged Glorfindel.
I was kind of embarrassed and almost positive I was blushing. “It’s really no big deal, I-OUCH!” Faelon had decided to set my shoulder at that exact moment. I began to glare at him while he began to fashion a sort of sling for my shoulder.
“Sorry,” he said, “it is better if you do not expect it.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. It really wasn’t his fault my shoulder had to be set. He helped me to my feet (seeing as I would have had a hard time since I couldn’t move my shoulder) and then just kind of stared at me. I was about to ask him what was up with the staring when Glorfindel inquired after Almira.
“She’s passed out over there,” I stated while nodding to her body a few feet away.
“Is it too much to hope for that she might stay this way?” I heard Glorfindel mutter under his breath. I take back what I said earlier about Elven hearing, I love it.
“Now, now. That’s not very nice,” I said with a smile.
“You can’t tell me you weren’t hoping for the same thing.”
“No, I can’t because that would be lying and I try not to do that.”
At that Glorfindel just smiled and bent over to see if he could wake Almira up. One shake and she was awake. Just like that. Not dazed or slightly confused, but perfectly awake. Fainted, my arse.
“What happened? Is everyone alright?” she inquired, all wide-eyed and helpless. Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.“You fainted and everyone is fine,” Glorfindel answered while slowly edging away. Almira, seeing him try to escape, sort of collapsed onto him.“I’m sorry. I am just so weak from my near-death experience. That Orc nearly killed me, you know. I bet you saved me, didn’t you? Oh, how kind and brave of you. I am forever in your debt.” She stared at him, batting her eyelashes. For heaven’s sake, she was practically drooling.“The hell!” I cried “I distinctly remember me kicking said Orc. Granted, he did eventually shoot the Orc, effectively killing it. But if anything he saved my life.” Oh, oh jeez. He really had saved my life. Glorfindel just stared at me with one eyebrow raised. “He he, thanks for that by the way,” I said, just a tad embarrassed at my outburst. I ducked my head, hoping I was not blushing too badly.
I heard what distinctly sounded like a chuckle from Glorfindel (if Elves chuckle.)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jack Vettriano La Fille a la Moto
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he asked.
“It’s a cigar,” replied Logan. “Sorta like your pipe, y’know. ExceptI can’t recycle it.”
“Re— what?”
“Use it again,” amended Logan. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be watching the ‘hobbits’?”
“I can do two things at the same time,” retorted Strider. “And can you please lower your voice? They’re not supposed to know that we are actually watching them.” That last part was said in a barely audible whisper, but Logan caught it. He shrugged, andasked the other man lazily.“We’re going to follow them,” whispered Aragorn. “And please, try not to draw attention to yourself.”Logan snorted, but he did not give Aragorn a retort. Instead, he pressed the burning end of the ‘cigar’ against his palm to snub it out. The ranger winced as the smell of burnt flesh reached his nose, and he wondered if Logan truly had something wrong with his head. What sort of man would burn himself on purpose? At least the other man did not seem to be enjoying it. Logan took away the cigar and stuck it back in his pocket. There was a large circular burn in the centre of his palm. However, as Aragorn watched, the mark shrank, and the darkened flesh became healthy again. Within moments, the burn was gone, as if it went back to smoking his cigar.
Aragorn was not only watching the Hobbits, but he was watching Logan as well. That last whisper would have escaped the hearing of most men, especially since the Prancing Pony was a very noisy place, and yet Logan seemed to have heard it clearly, or else he would not have stopped talking. Well, maybe now was not the time to worry about who or what Logan was. He turned his full attention to the hobbits. One of the younger ones had left the vicinity of the inn, while the other three had gotten up to go to the common room in the inn where most of the merry making took place. He gave Logan a nudge.
“What?” had not been there in the first place.
“Weren’t you going to follow them?” asked Logan, indicating the common room. The hobbits were already out of sight, and there were sounds of laughter coming from the half-closed door.
he asked.
“It’s a cigar,” replied Logan. “Sorta like your pipe, y’know. ExceptI can’t recycle it.”
“Re— what?”
“Use it again,” amended Logan. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be watching the ‘hobbits’?”
“I can do two things at the same time,” retorted Strider. “And can you please lower your voice? They’re not supposed to know that we are actually watching them.” That last part was said in a barely audible whisper, but Logan caught it. He shrugged, andasked the other man lazily.“We’re going to follow them,” whispered Aragorn. “And please, try not to draw attention to yourself.”Logan snorted, but he did not give Aragorn a retort. Instead, he pressed the burning end of the ‘cigar’ against his palm to snub it out. The ranger winced as the smell of burnt flesh reached his nose, and he wondered if Logan truly had something wrong with his head. What sort of man would burn himself on purpose? At least the other man did not seem to be enjoying it. Logan took away the cigar and stuck it back in his pocket. There was a large circular burn in the centre of his palm. However, as Aragorn watched, the mark shrank, and the darkened flesh became healthy again. Within moments, the burn was gone, as if it went back to smoking his cigar.
Aragorn was not only watching the Hobbits, but he was watching Logan as well. That last whisper would have escaped the hearing of most men, especially since the Prancing Pony was a very noisy place, and yet Logan seemed to have heard it clearly, or else he would not have stopped talking. Well, maybe now was not the time to worry about who or what Logan was. He turned his full attention to the hobbits. One of the younger ones had left the vicinity of the inn, while the other three had gotten up to go to the common room in the inn where most of the merry making took place. He gave Logan a nudge.
“What?” had not been there in the first place.
“Weren’t you going to follow them?” asked Logan, indicating the common room. The hobbits were already out of sight, and there were sounds of laughter coming from the half-closed door.
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