Peredhil

Heya Vince! Long time no see. Welcome back indeed.

Peredhil came around the corner, hands clasped pensively behind himself, eyes lowered in thought. Until he saw the Squirrel Duo, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Looking at the shredded armor, and the slightly pitted floor, he sighed before squatting down and addressing the duo. Well met! I'd begun to think you'd become lost! Gathering the two up, he placed them on his shoulders and strode rapidly through the hallways. I've taken the liberty of having Guido and Nuncio prepare a room for you. I hope you don't mind?

Peredhil enters, dressed as Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca. I remember that hot time at the Game Parlour, where Honey ran the Gauntlet, You drew on the place mat, and Jechum entertained us all. Guido enters with a vial of blood for Tzimfemme. I remember the little friendly board you made for the Polite Magi... Nuncio enters with a Shiny 5-pointed Birthday Flashlight, the upper most point's wick burning brightly. I remember speaking spirals with you, and seeking understanding. Elrohir enters bearing a sketch pad and a pencil set for Rosemary. I remember being certified Cootie-Free, so that I could give you hugs on IRC. Elladan bounces in with a bright smile and a skellie made out of Pixie Stix. Done a few years on this joint we call the planet? turns to the piano player, Play it again Sam... you know the one. The sweet strains of piano fill the Cabaret as they all begin to sing, Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday dearest Quincunx... Happy Birthday to you...

Passes out in shock at seeing this forum used. Rah!

in the Shadow of the Butterfly You can feel your heart sing Her poetic talent, fresh and new Has appeared this spring. The Mind of a Butterfly Views life with a smile With 20 years of life gone by She'll be with us quite a while. Happy Birthday!

Peredhil winces at the innuendo he detects in Alaeha's gender statement, even as he hugs Small Scale Mind Games with a congratulatory hug. Welcome M'Dear... finally.

LOL! That's hilarious! In the background, Elladan speaks into his collar, "He know about the Agent Smith cover. Now we have to ...

Security is a fragile illusion of the world, and an absolute certainty for a Seeker.

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Peredhil == pear-ed-HILL Tolkienian Elven, Per=="half" Edhil=="Elf"

Oh my! Congratulations on taking such a big step; in my mind that makes you a winner already. I'll try to make the time this weekend to review your poetry and post something more substantial.

Peredhil's mind is still a blank, But really there is little wonder- all know it's reality to thank. Distractions abound! Last night's thunder, The needs of family and friends, The aching remind of driving blunder. All these poetic twists and bends - If I may be quite frank? - Seem fitting for Pen's denizens. You're building knowledge with quite a plank And that surely isn't bad, But still I look to fill my poetry gas tank.

Peredhil enters dressing ill-fitting Salvation Army clothing, blacker than a Vampire's heart sunglasses, and with heavy gold chains. The Guinea Pigs look ill at ease out of their black zoot suits and with multi-dyed fur, but valiently back up on the refrains. Yo! Yo! Yo! Go Jakob! It's yer birthday! Go Jakob! It's yer birthday! Thirty-five ain't no SLOUCH He's in the world not on a COUCH Here's an Electronic Druidic SONG For our Herald that can't go WRONG! Elrohir begins scratching Marylin Monroe's "Happy Birthday Mr. President" as the other three cross their arms and nod to the beat...

You have a knack with words... I've been wanting to comment on your poems for a while, but given the quality of your work, I didn't want to contrast what you've written with a banal, "nice". But I've simply got to say something because you're posting some really GOOD stuff... Erm. Nicely done?

oh BRAVO! That was brilliant writing! You haven't lost the magic in your Pen. Looks around nerviously and loosens his collar a bit. Of course, I knew all along it was fiction. Erm, I'm an ANCIENT, not an Elder, and therefore have absolutely no power or influence in the Pen any more. Wipes the sweat from his brow. Heh, me taking an active role. Heh. heh. It's nice to have a humorous parody in a thread. Yeah, that it. Humorous. I loved the way you captured all the rest though!

Nicely done... you tricksy wench you!

Gratz on being published!!! Publish more. hugs

How to write to such an assignment I'm really at a loss. Creativity within confinement? But Alaeha is the boss. On the other hand I'm really stuck In trying to find a rhyme, I guess this time I'm out of luck - I'll try again sometime...

Looks, rearranges for the Acrostic, and writes... stuff. P - I would write in this contest but it is beneath me really, and dare I chance that I might not be best? If can be best in everything, my world is ashes in all. L - I want, I burn, I yearn, I consume, the fire inside burns away all limits and restraints for each height is just the target to exceed next time. It all exists to fill me for a moment, flesh, possession, people, power, money. I want. My want IS need. A - Damn them! Damn their eyes and all parts. Why? because I fear the chance of change of pain of balked will and I need the energy the certainty the simplicity of rage! Turn it out for the snarling beast once roused WILL be fed - and if I turn it away from you it will feed on me in depression's blackest anger. G - I want it cause you have it and I'm empty and need to be filled. You can't buy love but you can have enough that they'll pretend to love you and you aren't lovable but you can look around at all you own and know that you ARE the tops you've got the toys. They sneered and now you OWN them for every thing and every body has it's price. You know so well about selling out. If you can just get it all, you'll never be empty... G - I need love, and the pain in my belly tells matches the pain in my heart. I hunger for touch so I'll eat as if I hunger. Fat? It is the presence and the protection from rejection, I can blame loneliness on their inability to see past my shield, and not on my well-rehearsed flaws. flaws, no I can't face the horrible flaws in me cause I might have to change and I'm just not that strong. Someone said they love me? They'll just find me out and leave like the others. I'd better eat again. I'm so lonely... E - I could've done better, you're not so great. You think you're all that, but I should've been there doing it, I would've if you didn't have all the breaks. It's not my fault that I'm black, yellow, pink, female, male, young, old, rich, poor, anything but what YOU are because if I were you I'd have it easy too. I want what you have in your life because I deserve it, and maybe I'll be as happy as you must be. If I were just you. No, you but me in you because I MUST be better. Or I'm nothing at all. And I don't want to die. Nothing. S - I'll write this later. I'd write it now, but if I try I can fail. If I did try, I'm certain I could do a good job, after all, I talk such a good game. but I'm tired now, can't you see my situation? Any one else would be afraid, but I'm not like that. With me it's real. So you go on without me - I'll catch up. Until then, I'll just sit here and dream of how good I could be - if I tried. It's so much easier and better than reality. Reality is so... tiring.

takes the cake. Gratz! Happy Birthday. blows on a noise maker

Fantasy is the escape from prison, the only people who hate it are the Jailors. (with apologies to C.S. Lewis for stealing part of a quote of his.)

I LIKE this. If a person can't move love beyond that physical rush to become a mental choice and commitment, there is an inevitable cold grey morning when that person wakes up looks over at the person beside them and questions, "Why am I with this person?" If they don't have an answer, the relationship has died, although it may twitch for a long long time.

poignant poem (because recognizing the losses that come from other people's Free Will is so darned hard), and good analysis by Tamaranis. I liked them both. -Peredhil

Hugs with tears in his eyes. Yeah. That says it just right. Just write?

Has just completed another year. Happy Birthday Silexion! Thirty-eight... wow, I remember when I was that young... teeters away muttering about the good old days... -Ancient Peredhil