10-07-05 "So it begins." Greetings halflings. As you may have noticed the layout has been undergoing some serious restructuring lately. I think I like this one so it should be here for a while. I wish I knew how to do skins, I have 3 other layouts in the works with different character themes, I wish you had a choice like at Council of Elrond, (my inspiration) but alas, that is out of my league. I learned one php script and it took me a month, I don't know the language like I do html. Making this layout was fun and since there are no background images, it should load faster which I hope makes up for the music loading time. :P The story has started over and so have I. We are in the time of The Fellowship of The Ring, in the woods after Frodo has been stabbed at Weathertop. Strider is tending his wound but he knows "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine." The 5 Ringwraiths are close. Once again I'm about to begin a journey into the land of Tolkien. Come with me...  3:20 pm Friday
10-06-05 Five Black Riders attack at night and the Lord of the Nazgūl wounds Frodo.
  3:20 pm Thursday
10-04-05 The Hobbits, led by Strider, travel towards Weathertop. (Strider is shown carrying a deer over his shoulder, laying it before the half-lings after nightfall. He is humming indistinctly, smoking, as the hobbits sleep) Frodo: Who is she? (Strider whirls his head around) Frodo: This woman you sing of. Strider: 'Tis the lady of Luthien- the Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal. (turns away) Frodo: What happened to her? Strider: (solemnly) She died. (turning back around) Get some sleep, Frodo. 4:30 pm Tuesday
10-01-05 "What do they eat when they can't get Hobbit?!" Frodo: (anxiously) Where are you taking us? Strider: (gruffly) Into the wild. (Strider turns around a tree, observing the moss and smelling the air, leading the rest on) Merry: (walking up to Frodo, whispering) How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf? Frodo: (also whispering) I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler. Merry: (angrily muttering) He's foul enough. Frodo: We have no choice but to trust him. Sam: (whispering as well) But where is he leading us? Strider: To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. To the House of Elrond. Sam: (breathlessly excited) Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the Elves. 8:00 pm Saturday
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