lady_branwyn: (solstice)

Wishing a Merry Christmas and Glad Yule to those who celebrate.
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Leave your captions for the picture in the comments, then I will set up a poll to vote for your favorite. The idea is borrowed from the delightful Hornblower community [livejournal.com profile] following_sea.

lady_branwyn: (dahlia)
This afternoon, Lord Branwyn and I saw a matinee of "Sherlock Holmes and A Game of Shadows."

Cut for spoilers )
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Thank you to everyone who contributed. This photo seemed particularly inspiring. And the winner is...

[livejournal.com profile] anteros_lmc with

Galadriel regretted not checking the fuse on the Christmas lights.

lady_branwyn: (oliphaunt)
Title: The Oliphaunt's Tale
Source: ROTK
Warnings: None
Characters: OCs, Aragorn, Legolas
A/N: The sandbox belongs to Tolkien; I am just playing. Written for [livejournal.com profile] just_ann_now who wanted to hear more about refugee oliphaunts after the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
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Part 2 )
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The entries are in, and it's time to vote. Voting is open to anyone, whether or not you contributed a caption.



[Poll #1804564]
lady_branwyn: (oliphaunt)
Title: The Oliphaunt's Tale
Characters: OCs, Aragorn, Legolas
Source: ROTK
Warnings: None
Note: The sandbox belongs to Tolkien; I am just playing. Written for [livejournal.com profile] just_ann_now who wanted to hear more about refugee oliphaunts after the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
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Part 1 of 2 )

Conclusion to be posted on Thursday.
lady_branwyn: (TT cover art)
Leave your captions for the picture in the comments, then I will set up a poll to vote for your favorite. The idea is borrowed from the delightful Hornblower community [livejournal.com profile] following_sea.

lady_branwyn: (solstice)
Large, soft flakes of snow are spiralling slowly to the ground, the Christmas tree is lit, and in the kitchen, Lord Branwyn is baking pizzelles and listening to an audiobook of At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft. Because nothing says "Merry Christmas" like the Cthulhu mythos.
On Wednesday, I drove to the Pittsburgh IKEA to meet with an old friend. We had lunch in the funky restaurant then wandered around the store, by turns marvelling and laughing at the merchandise. We both went home with snowflake-shaped Christmas lights. It was almost worth buying these lights for the instructions alone--

"Electric lamps are much safer than candles, go electric, no candles on your tree or anywhere near it. You may know they are just for show but someone else during the festivities might think lighting the candles is a great idea. Go electric.
Have you got young people in the house? Have you got a working smoke alarm? Have you tested it? Go-on, do it now, you know it makes sense. Then go and buy a battery, it is so very necessary for a happy Holiday. First the smoke alarm, then the fancy decorations!"

Thank you, Mother IKEA!
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Thanks to all who contributed. The winner is dark horse contributor [livejournal.com profile] lord_branwyn with

Then, children, the croc took Captain Hook’s hand.



Next contest on Sunday!
lady_branwyn: (Default)
Title: More Things in Heaven and Earth
Source: LOTR
Rating: PG-ish
Characters: OCs, Boromir, Faramir
Warnings:
A/N: The sandbox is Tolkien's, I am just borrowing. At last, the brothers meet!
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Part 8 )
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The entries are in, and it's time to vote. Voting is open to anyone, whether or not you contributed a caption.



[Poll #1803141]
lady_branwyn: (Faramir for Steward)
Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] lilan14! I hope your day was happy and that the coming year will be even better.

lady_branwyn: (Default)
Title: More Things in Heaven and Earth
Source: LOTR
Rating: PG-ish
Characters: OCs, Boromir, Faramir
Warnings: Arrows removed, not too graphic
A/N: The sandbox is Tolkien's, I am just borrowing.
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Part 7 )
lady_branwyn: (TT cover art)
Leave your captions for the picture in the comments, then I will set up a poll to vote for your favorite. The idea is borrowed from the delightful Hornblower community [livejournal.com profile] following_sea.

lady_branwyn: (TT cover art)
Thank you to everyone who contributed. There was a tie for first place, so our winners are--

[livejournal.com profile] anteros_lmc with
Frodo: "What do you do for recreation? " Aragorn: "Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback."

AND

[livejournal.com profile] shirebound with
"My new iStone has arrived! It's good to be King!"



There isn't any prize except the satisfaction of knowing that you made people laugh. Which on some days, is a big accomplishment. :D
I was going to wait until Friday to post the next contest, but this was fun so why wait?
lady_branwyn: (solstice)
Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jay_of_lasgalen for the lovely Christmas card sent from across the sea!
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The entries are in, and it's time to vote. Voting is open to anyone, whether or not you contributed a caption. Results will be announced on Monday afternoon (US EST).



[Poll #1802108]
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I was going to write about how bad this day has been, but instead I present the first "Lord of the Rings Caption Contest." Leave your captions for the picture in the comments, then I will set up a poll to vote for your favorite. The idea is borrowed from the delightful Hornblower community [livejournal.com profile] following_sea.

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An elegy for Mike the Cat who guarded the British Museum for many years. The last four lines are widely quoted, but I finally found the entire poem on the amazing Purr-n-Fur.org.uk website.

TO THE MEMORY OF
"MIKE,"
THE MUSEUM CAT.
Died Jan. 15, 1929,
Aged Twenty Years.

All ye that learnèd hours beguile
In the Museum’s dingy pile,
And daily through its portals pass,
And marked the cat upon the grass
That sat — alas, he sits no more! —
Give ear a moment, I implore,
And mourn the fate of poor old Mike!
When shall we ever see his like?
No fate untimely snatched away
This pussy-cat Methuselah;
When Death removed him, he had near
Accomplishèd his twentieth year:
For since we are a learned crew
In the Museum — Michael knew
Of Argus, that famed hound of old
Who lived through hunger, heat and cold;
And when his lord came home at last,
When twenty years were well-nigh past,
Looked up, and wagged his tail, and died:
But Michael, stiff with feline pride,
Vowed, by a dog he’d not be beat,
And set himself to cap that feat.
He’d sit and sun himself sedately,
No Sphinx or Sekhmet looked more stately;
He cared not in the very least
For human being, bird or beast;
He let the pigeons eat their fill,
Nor even one was known to kill;
But scared them if they stayed too nigh
By the sole terror of his eye.
To public, and officials too,
He showed the scorn which was their due:
And if perchance some forward minx
Dared to go up and stroke the Sphinx —
Her hand shot back, all marked with scores
From the offended Michael’s claws.
And he who writes these lines, one day
Ventured a compliment to pay,
And for reply received a bite —
No doubt you’ll answer, "Serve him right!"
So out of all the human crew
He cared for none — save only two:
For these he purred, for these he played,
And let himself be stroked, and laid
Aside his anti-human grudge —
His owner — and Sir Ernest Budge!
A master of Egyptian lore,
No doubt Sir Ernest had a store
Of charms and spells decipherèd
From feline mummies long since dead,
And found a way by magic art
To win that savage feline heart.
Each morn Sir Ernest, without qualms,
Would take up Michael in his arms;
And still remained his staunchest friend,
And comforted his latter end.
Old Mike! Farewell! We all regret you,
Although you would not let us pet you;
Of cats the wisest, oldest, best cat,
This be your motto — Requiescat!

F. C. W. Hiley
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