I worked on some stories, tra la la la. Go me.

You are Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, the White Lady of the
Noldor, who loved to ride and hunt in the
forests. Seduced by the Eol the Dark Elf, you
lived with him in seclusion for many years
before fleeing with your son, Maeglin. Eol
pursued you and when, in his anger he threw a
javelin at Maeglin, you threw yourself between
them and were slain protecting your son from
the wrath of his father.


Which Elf chick are you from Tolkien's Quenta Silmarillion?
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I've decided to write a Silmarillion for Dummies book.
Well, after I get all my other work done.

Found a poem that I'm going to work into one of my hangings. I got it out of a book called Pillars of the Earth, which everyone should read. It's very intriguing, although long. Here it is.

La Chanson de Jaques Cherbourg

A lark, caught in a hunter's net
Sang sweeter then than ever
As if the falling melody
Might wing and net dissever

At dusk the hunter took his prey
The lark his freedom never
All birds and men are doomed to die
But songs may live forever

Mater says I should do Drops of Jupiter or a Paul Simon song. We shall see.

I worked on some stories, tra la la la. Go me.

You are Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, the White Lady of the
Noldor, who loved to ride and hunt in the
forests. Seduced by the Eol the Dark Elf, you
lived with him in seclusion for many years
before fleeing with your son, Maeglin. Eol
pursued you and when, in his anger he threw a
javelin at Maeglin, you threw yourself between
them and were slain protecting your son from
the wrath of his father.


Which Elf chick are you from Tolkien's Quenta Silmarillion?
brought to you by Quizilla

I've decided to write a Silmarillion for Dummies book.
Well, after I get all my other work done.

Found a poem that I'm going to work into one of my hangings. I got it out of a book called Pillars of the Earth, which everyone should read. It's very intriguing, although long. Here it is.

La Chanson de Jaques Cherbourg

A lark, caught in a hunter's net
Sang sweeter then than ever
As if the falling melody
Might wing and net dissever

At dusk the hunter took his prey
The lark his freedom never
All birds and men are doomed to die
But songs may live forever

Mater says I should do Drops of Jupiter or a Paul Simon song. We shall see.