travelinghobbit

Learning to Tell the Time     "Donna!" He swung under the railing, heading towards the door. His long coat flared behind him; his red sneakers making that peculiar squeak as he skidded to a stop by the door. "Donna! Come on!"     "What? What's going on?" Donna appeared from corridor, hair brush in hand. Her long red hair was damp, and her clothes looked like they had been hastily thrown on. "Is something wrong? Who we gotta save?"      "Ah…no one. I just want a cup of tea." He grinned at her.     "I was just getting out of the shower and you have to holler 'cause you want a cup of tea?" She waved the hairbrush at him.      "Ah

Silent Dreams/Spoken Vows Last night I dreamed. In my dream I am at home, sitting with my mother in the kitchen. The kitchen is the center of our house. It is where we make our meals, sit together and talk. It is where we talk about things that are happening in our lives. About things as deep as how to decide if your love is true to things like what movie we are going to watch. I am sitting on one side of the table, on the old warm wooden bench my dad made, and my mom sits on its twin opposite me. We smile and cup our hands around mugs full of hot chocolate. It's dark outside and all my siblings are in bed. We are the only ones awake. It is

Gondorian Rhapsody Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen Is this the One Ring? Is this just Fantasy? Caught in a epic war, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look at the Dark Lord and see, He’s just a big guy, I need no other sword, Because it’s easy swing, Easy blow, Little finger, Lotta show, Anyway the Ring goes Doesn’t really matter to me, (Yeah right.) Papa, just killed a Maia, Snagged your hilt from the ground, Took his finger, now he’s gone. Papa, Gondor had just begun, But now you’ve gone and I am left to stay. Papa, ooh, Didn’t mean to let you die. If the Ring isn’t mine this time