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Ossë, Lord of Stormwaters
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[06 Feb 2003|06:51pm] |
Eru gave me some, uh, merbeasties. Because he was worried I might get lonely, being a purposeless Maia who sits on his wife's island practicing guitar and being pretty all day.
I named them Winkin, Blinkin and Nod.
Then I swam to Númenor and had coffee.
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[15 Jan 2003|01:00am] |
Shhh. It's a secret.
I'll just sit on this island until Uinen remembers me.
(not like i have a choice)
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[08 Sep 2002|07:15pm] |
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Ulmo didn't give me a present. I am a bad bad fucked-up former Maia.
:(
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[05 Aug 2002|05:20pm] |
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The Smashing Uruk-Hai - Balrog With Butterfly Wings |
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Okay, so I'm back.
Sorry for indirectly ending the world and stuff.
Again.
*cough*
Anyways, after talking with Beren breifly on the phone, we agreed that we want to get the band back together. Since Galadhon has gone on to do other stuff, we need a new drummer. Any volunteers?
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| "That's great, it starts with an earthquake..." |
[30 Jul 2002|10:22am] |
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REM - It's The End Of The World As We Know It |
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((This is the end of the plot. My apologies to those who didn't enjoy last night's activities. All will now be set right.))
Eru has said, at the beginning of things, "Thou shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined."
So it is with Ossë.
His final scream echoes through the debris of Arda; those solemn rocks floating now like tombstones in the Void. The Flame Imperishable burns brightly for a breif moment, and then it begins to change him.
The Flame expands breifly. Then, it is suddenly obscured, by molten rock. The asteroids floating freely begin to shift, and then slowly move back towards the frame. Those smaller bits that are unrecognizable peices of the former world slide into the now-expanding molten mass, while the larger peices, peices of continents and oceans and all else that existed slowly slide back into their former positions. The world takes shape. As the hot rock reaches a lightning pace, soon all is filled in again. Those sections that were obliterated are made anew. Those inside protective barriers see familiar landmarks rise again out of nothing, like twisted spectres. Earth replenishes itself.
Water springs forth in a trillion gysers from the empty basins of the ocean. It rises too quickly fopr mortal eyes to follow, filling the deeps again. Rivers spring up suddenly, pools fill, seas regain their shores. Water replenishes itself.
Suddenly, in a mighty gale, the atmosphere settles on the rocky world. Wind and cloud and storm rush over the earth, pushed by forces divine. Air replenishes itself.
Then, as barren fields stand amidst the wind, life, in it's billion varieties sprouts suddenly from nothing. Grass grows and stands as it would have for months, in less than a second. Trees bloom like quick bouquets, their branches reaching suddenly for the sky. And animals, beasts, orcs, elves, hobbits, men, and dwarves are pulled gently back to the world from the chaos of Mandos, into exactly where they were before the gods' wrath was released. For one breif moment, the world breathes. Life, replenishes itself.
And above it all, at a respectful distance, glows a new moon, silver and baleful, like white fire. All is set as it was.
Ossë becomes the catalyst of Arda's new life.
Ossë becomes the instrument of Arda's ressurection.
A poetic and fitting end.
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[30 Jul 2002|02:57am] |
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the music of the ainur... ringing in my ears |
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*wanders amongst the drifting debris*
HOLY SHIT.
Is that...?
It IS!
It's th-the... the... the Flame Imperishable!!
*floats over*
It's bigger than me! So... so bright! And... burning. Ow.
*stares for too long*
Burning. Is this pain? Well. Now it's gone. I can't feel anything anymore.
Can Ainur die?
*is consumed by the Flame*
*ceases to exist*
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[30 Jul 2002|01:20am] |
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AAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!
That's right, fuckers.
Here it comes...
Three... two... one...
*the partially completed moon, thrown by Tilion, looms far too quickly over the world. the strength and rage of the unstable maia combine in this pale ball of anger, glowing now too close to the world. the seas rise in tumult, splitting the remaining tectonic plates. then, it hits. first into the Meneltarma, in the center of Númenor. it crumbles, grinding the giant mountain, the rest of the island, and hundreds of miles of surrounding ocean flat in seconds. however, instead of stopping at the foundations of the oceans, it keeps going. and going. the velocity and size of the moon begins to press on the world itself. and then...*
*CRAAAAAACK!*
*all is silent for a few seconds. then, a rending sound like a million landslides shakes all the world to its core. Arda breaks. soon it is in a hundred peices. then a thousand. then a million. then billions upon billions. the world is broken and scatters into space.*
Holy living fuck.
That was so worth it.
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[30 Jul 2002|01:09am] |
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HEY!
You fuckers are leaving me out again, aren't you.
WELL FUCK.
IF THERE'S GONNA BE CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION, YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING LEAVE ME OUT OF IT, ERUDAMMIT.
*lobs tidal waves at various coastal cities*
Ooh, there goes Dol Amroth. And the City of Corsairs. And Thingol's new kingdom. WHEEE!!!
Hey, check this one out.
*lobs six successive tidal waves in the general vacinity of Harad, turning it into an inland sea*
*raises a giant volcano in the middle of the Misty Mountains*
AHAHAHAHAHA!!!
LIBERATION!! FUCKING LIBERATION!!!
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[14 Jun 2002|08:14pm] |
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o.o
Where did Uinen go?
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I just realized that it's usually her who asks that question.
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[31 May 2002|11:38pm] |
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I'm bored.
Hmm.
*gives the oliphaunt a giant, oliphaunt-sized keyboard to type on*
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[27 May 2002|11:34am] |
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the smashing uruk-hai - balrog with butterfly wings |
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......
Where's D'Arcy?
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[11 May 2002|06:29pm] |
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So.
Tarannon has shown up. I kept that guy busy for six years while he was trying to get back. Really, he was one of the first people to leave Valinor during the Fourth Age. So I kept his ship adrift for a few years. Hehe. I'm so bad.
Not much going on. Beren's in Mandos. The band is basically broken up. Again. :\
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[03 May 2002|11:22pm] |
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*sits up suddenly*
What the FUCK?!
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[29 Apr 2002|03:13am] |
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*twitch* |
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fucking CHANTING |
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*TWITCHTWITCH*
*is in coma*
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[29 Apr 2002|02:57am] |
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...SUCKED ANYWAYS!!!!!!
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[29 Apr 2002|02:44am] |
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Numenor.
Great.
*twitch*
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[27 Apr 2002|11:50pm] |
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More band stuff happeneing. Getting ready for the tour. Beren is being his usual take-control self.
I miss Bri. Amarie is great and all, but she doesn't get along as well with me as Bri did. And we had some cool songs together.
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[26 Apr 2002|02:51pm] |
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Hey Uinen, there's uh... ...an island... ...that I need you to help me restrain... ...a storm... on.
Hehe. ;)
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[24 Apr 2002|01:51am] |
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Hey Uinen. ;)
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