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Naledi
03/23/19 05:36 pm
Sending you hugs, Ziggy. I know exactly how exhausting it is to go through Ofsted. Spoil yourself this weekend xxx
Narya
03/23/19 11:52 am
I will try to oblige later this weekend, ziggy. My mum was a teacher, I remember her rants about Ofsted very well. *hugs*
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03/23/19 10:21 am
Big hug Narya- now it's your turn please. I have had an Ofsted inspection at my school this week- exhausted at the unnecessary brutality - but it's out of the way and I can write now all weeke
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03/22/19 09:06 pm
Thank you, Narya :)
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03/22/19 08:54 pm
*Squee* Spiced and Ziggy updates in one day! I am spoiled and so, so happy :D
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03/22/19 10:23 am
Happy Friday!
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03/22/19 06:57 am
And a Ziggy update to read after work :D
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03/17/19 10:40 am
Settling down and getting much nicer after tomorrow, Ziggy!
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Anyone else fed up with this awful weather?? At least it means we snuggle up and read and write:)
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Spring Comes to Arda by Erulisse

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Author’s Notes: Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
 Spring Comes to Arda

 

Payments of blood and lives had been given, by all gathered below. 

 

“Our Oath still stands,” my brother said while sitting atop new-formed cliffs,

White birds aloft circled freshly-encroaching sea, the earth had been broken.

Below, amidst mud of forces gathered, the tent of our quarry stood,

Mighty Eönwë, now guarding two jewels prized from a crown of iron. 

 

“They must be ours,” my brother said, arming for a moonless night's mission,

Our swords were sharp, our cause was just, and once again we took up the quest. 

No others had rights to them but we, the two remaining of seven,

Payments of blood and lives had been given by five for these which awaited us below. 

 

“Two yet remain,” my brother said, two jewels, two stones of heritage, two pending deaths,

From the tent we retrieved them, fulfilled that sworn to more than an Age before.

We held once more those taken by Evil, pain struck our souls and bodies both,

Darkness had been vanquished, now could be birthed Arda's newborn spring. 

 

“The pain is just,” my brother said as steam rose ahead of him and his feet trod air,

Lava below embraced him, encased him, and cleansed him, a grave of living fire.

Aulë collected the jewel, buried it in heat and cauterized its wounds,

He barricaded it from baleful vapors, allowed its purification by living rock. 

 

“Our Oath is death,” I screamed into air, and pain drove me to the nascent shore,

Hand throbbing deep drumbeats, I sang prayers for salvation of this unclean burden (not mine - my hope had long fled). 

Making a mighty throw, Ulmo then catching, he carried the shining jewel, down into the depths,

His arts used pressure and darkness to cleanse its noxious poisons entrapped by the waters. 

 

Payments of blood and lives were given, but still I remain,

Walking mere steps from madness, eternal pain confirms my damnation. 

Only one remains, the last of a distinguished line, now doomed to wander,

How far can I fall, a former Prince of Tirion? 

 

 

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