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January 4, 2005
Seven Stars over U City
Last Thursday saw the third of my Lord of the Rings parties. A borrowed data projector and the sound being pumped through a sound system with much base made the experience quite visceral. The room was almost shaking as Frodo stood over the Crack of Doom. I think the neighbors were away. Or at least I very much hope so.
It was not quite a feast fit for a King, although true Kings have been known to grace far more meager repasts.
On the menu? "Pheasant from the vales of the Anduin" ably played by a small Honeysuckle Turkey, "Olives from South Ithilien," "A Shortcut to Mushrooms," and other delectables. The sign above, illustrates a small bone I might pick with Tolkien. His portrayals of the darker skinned leave something to be desired. I do not believe they are maliciously wicked, but neither perhaps are they the complete truth about the world. So, here is my dish that imagines that perhaps Strider in his travels in the South picked up some southern spices to flavor his wild rabbit. Who knows perhaps he met the odd Emeth or two also.
At the end of the evening it was time for pipeweed, a tradition which all the peoples of Middle Earth enjoy together. And so...
Elf (although an uncommonly shabbily dressed one) and....
Dwarf (although an uncommonly good looking one) and...
Hobbit (although an uncommonly brownish one) each raised a pipe together to celebrate the return of the King.
Finally, a picture from a journey up the river road which I think has a rather Middle Earthish feel to it. Perhaps, it is of the the bleakness after the last leaves have fallen off the Mallorns.
Pure Silliness | By jackdas | 5:53 PM
