LOTR game on facebook
Apr. 6th, 2010 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieso there's a new game on Facebook, that isn't just elves and wizards and stuff, but an actual LOTR game
And, besides blondie being in it, there's a specific mission to 'borrow his mount'
(also, a mission to go to the library in Rivendell)
Am having too much fun, obviously
Gandalf, however, is very much in need of a copy of the books so that this sort of thing doesn't happen again...
Like to a vision of beauty glimpsed in some enchanted dream did Arwen seem to me, veiled in twilight's embrace with starlight in her eyes. And as I walked with her, so I came to understand that such beauty welled from deep within her, that the physical raiment she wore was but a mirror which reflected her spirit, her heart pure and kind and innocent still, shining bright even though the darkness of Sauron's shadow lay heavy upon the land.
She was the star by which a man might guide his heart by. And how then could I not ask for her hand, ask that she bind herself to me and me to her, that we might live and be as one? Yet how to find the words to ask such a thing, when as well one might ask the moon to descend to the earth? Still, with heart hammering, I dared to take her hand. And, fumbling for the words to make known to her the fullness of my love, I asked if she would be mine, even as I was forever hers.
How gentle was her gaze as she looked upon me! But my heart broke as I saw that her eyes welled not with love but with pity, as softly, she told me that it could not be, that she was betrothed to another. Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded, letting fall her hand and bowing my head. But to my surprise I felt her hands, so gentle, so soft, upon my face, as she lifted my eyes to hers again. And, thanking me for the honour I had done her in asking, she placed a kiss upon my brow, her lips seeming to sweetly burn upon my skin.
Then she was gone, slipping from me into the gathering shadows of the evening. But still, even now I can feel the touch of her lips, a blessing I know that I shall carry with me as long as I endure. And this, more than most men shall ever know, must be enough.
And, besides blondie being in it, there's a specific mission to 'borrow his mount'
(also, a mission to go to the library in Rivendell)
Am having too much fun, obviously
Gandalf, however, is very much in need of a copy of the books so that this sort of thing doesn't happen again...
Like to a vision of beauty glimpsed in some enchanted dream did Arwen seem to me, veiled in twilight's embrace with starlight in her eyes. And as I walked with her, so I came to understand that such beauty welled from deep within her, that the physical raiment she wore was but a mirror which reflected her spirit, her heart pure and kind and innocent still, shining bright even though the darkness of Sauron's shadow lay heavy upon the land.
She was the star by which a man might guide his heart by. And how then could I not ask for her hand, ask that she bind herself to me and me to her, that we might live and be as one? Yet how to find the words to ask such a thing, when as well one might ask the moon to descend to the earth? Still, with heart hammering, I dared to take her hand. And, fumbling for the words to make known to her the fullness of my love, I asked if she would be mine, even as I was forever hers.
How gentle was her gaze as she looked upon me! But my heart broke as I saw that her eyes welled not with love but with pity, as softly, she told me that it could not be, that she was betrothed to another. Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded, letting fall her hand and bowing my head. But to my surprise I felt her hands, so gentle, so soft, upon my face, as she lifted my eyes to hers again. And, thanking me for the honour I had done her in asking, she placed a kiss upon my brow, her lips seeming to sweetly burn upon my skin.
Then she was gone, slipping from me into the gathering shadows of the evening. But still, even now I can feel the touch of her lips, a blessing I know that I shall carry with me as long as I endure. And this, more than most men shall ever know, must be enough.
