Here's another recipe for a pizza for those of you who may not want to wait about 2hr to make and eat a yeast-dough pizza.

oven temp: 425°

baking time: 20min for margarine or about 12mins for butter (butter burns easier) 

Ingredients:

2 cups flour

1/2 tsp salt

1 tsp baking powder

1/4 Parmesan cheese (optional)

6 Tbsp margarine or butter

3/4 cup milk

Directions:

Combine dry ingredients in a large bowl.

Cut the margarine/butter into the bowl, and use a fork (or your fingers) to crumble and mix it into the flour mixture.

Make a well in the mixture and add the milk.

Use a fork to mix it up, and scrape the side of the bowl until the dough is combined.

If the dough is too sticky, add some flour. Then put it on a floured surface, and roll it out to a 16" x 11" rectangle, a little over 1/4 inch thick.

Place it on cookie sheet, then add your toppings.

Bake at 425° for 20min or 12min or until the bottom is golden-brown.

If I had pictures for this recipe I'd show them, but I haven't made it in a long time. And although it won't puff up so much like the yeast one below, it is still very good. Enjoy!

Hello, everybody! No, I have not fallen off the edge of the world, or gotten myself lost in space, nor have I been very busy. So I have had no excuse to not post.

So I stole this tag from Turambar, and no one could stop me! Mwahahaha.

How City Are You?

[] I've drunk Starbucks more than once in my life 

[x] Sometimes I link arms when I walk with someone
[] I shop at AE, A&F, or HCO
[] I own 4 or more dress shirts/dresses

[] I will never be caught without my cell phone

[] I blow dry/straighten my hair on a daily basis

[] I will wear flip flops no matter what the weather

[] I own an over sized pair of sunglasses

[] I own 1 or more pairs of ripped jeans

[] I layer my shirts

[] I have/had a "Myspace mirror pic"

Which book from Middle Earth is your favorite?
Selection		Votes
The Silmarilion	6%	1
The Hobbit	6%	1
The Fellowship of the Rings	17%	3
The Two Towers	11%	2
The Return of the King	17%	3
Are you kidding! I love them all!	39%	7
Other (leave a comment)	6%	1
18 votes total

And the winner is... We love them all!

This is a joke that I made up, I say that because I never heard it before, and so I claim it for myself. Yet, if a joke similar to this ever been made, then the similarity of this one to that is purely coincidental.

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There once was a boy who saw a magician doing magic tricks at a circus. He really wanted to do the same thing, just like what he saw, so he broke his piggy bank and went off to the store.

Then he went home carrying an arm-load of goods: top hat, wand, gloves, cape, a white rabbit, trick cards etc. He bounded up the stairs to his room and got dressed like the magician he saw.

The first trick that he wanted to do was make the rabbit appear in the hat. "That's easy!" he thought. So he put the little rabbit on his bed, waved the wand over the hat, said the magic words--but nothing happened. The rabbit was still where he put it. He was surprised; but not to be discouraged he tried again, and again, and again. Only to come to the same result of: rabbitless hat.

He was now a little bit frustrated, and put the rabbit into the hat. "Ok, since that didn't work," he said to the rabbit, "I'll just make you disappear from the hat!"

And that's what he tried, and tried, and tried, until he gave up! The little rabbit peeped its head over the hat rim to look at him, and said with a twinkling eye, "Don't you know that tricks aren't for kids!"

So, how was it? Horrible? Not so horrible? Whether or not, I hope you got a grin out of it at least.

Namárië until next time. 

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Hello, everyone, I just finished making this pizza and it tastes great! So I thought I would share it with all of you.

total time: about 1 hr. 20 min.

cooking time: 25 min. at 400°

Ingredients:

1 package active dry yeast (2 1/2 teaspoons)

1 cup warm water (105° to 115° F)

1 teaspoon sugar

1 teaspoon salt

3 Tablespoons olive oil

3 to 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour or un-bleached flour

and extra olive oil for the baking pan

also whatever sauce and toppings that you like

Instructions:

Stir the yeast into warm water in large mixing bowl. Stir in sugar, salt, 3 Tablespoons oil, and 2 cups of flour. Beat until smooth. The dough will be sticky, so add enough flour to make the dough easy to handle.

Place dough on a lightly floured surface; knead until smooth, about five minutes. (I actually just kneaded it four times, and it worked ok).

Gather dough into a ball and place it into a greased bowl, and then turn greased side up. Cover bowl with plastic wrap or towel, and let it rise in a warm (85° is good) place for about 45 min. Or until it's nearly doubled. You can also tell if the dough is ready if an indentation remains when when you touch it.

Turn oven to 400°. Put enough oil on 15 1/2 x 10 1/2 x 1 in. baking sheet, set aside.

Punch the dough down in the bowl, then place it on a floured surface again to roll it out to size. (Mine didn't exactly fit the pan, but do your best anyway). Now set it on the pan, and add the sauce and toppings.

Then place in oven for 25 min. After it's baked, let it cool down for at least 5 min. Enjoy!

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 As you can see, I already had some. For toppings I used spaghetti sauce with added meat, olives, cheese, left-over rib meat, and taco meat.

 Here's a close-up shot.

 A blurry side shot.

Have a great day, everyone, may God bless you!

Sorry about the late entry, I'm having some trouble with my story, and it might be subject to change. If I do change anything, I'll put it in blue.

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Chapter VIII

Suprise Attack

The brothers and twins had been trying to think of a plan of action. They certainly had to decide now since the king, whom they swore they would rescue, was about to become a piece of burnt toast.
Well, they were in that broom closet, and although they could have come out of it (for all the guards were out in the courtyard), how in the world could they get into the yard without being seen?
As they were thinking thus, lo and behold, a fairy showed up. She was the same one who helped Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber out of the Red Queen’s castle.
“Oh it’s you two again! I declare, when I got the call I didn’t expect to see you so soon; you get into more trouble than any other.” The fairy shook her head at them, and looked over to the three. “And I also thought you brothers would be smarter than these, and not get in trouble. But oh well! Here, take these keys and free everyone, they will dissolve after they are used once. Goodbye!” She handed them a stone key, an iron one, and a wooden one, and then poof! she was gone.

They pushed the stone key into the wall, it seemed to melt like wax and ripples ran over the wall as on water.
Samlet again took the lead and stuck his hand through the wall and pulled it back; yes it was still there. So he went face first to see if the coast was clear. Fortunately they were behind the throne, and it was large enough for all of them to hid behind.
“Alright,” whispered Jefferson, “here’s a plan: Samlet and I can go to the left, while Hamlet here and the twins could go the right side. It is a good thing these trees block us some, now we can spring upon the guards with some hope of overcoming them.”
While they were talking thus, Änn-elisa was listening, because a fairy’s ears can hear the minutest thing. So she whispered as loud as she dared to them. At first them barely heard, then they really did hear her speak.
“Where are you? Who are you?” they asked.
“I am here trapped in a cage on this throne, my name is Änn-elisa, and I am a fairy.”
“Are you a friend?” asked Hamlet.
“Yes, that I am; I helped the king and gryphon out of the dungeon, but we were all caught.”
The brothers asked where the gryphon was, and she told them, “He is to the left in the stocks, you must save him too.”
Meanwhile, the witch looked over at the intruder, her face was twisted with anger, “Hold this.” She handed her torch to one of the guards then waited as the princess came toward her. She composed herself and made her words sound sweet like honey.
“This is an unexpected surprise, my dear. All the royal family in my court? I am indeed fortunate. And it is so wonderful that you have arrived at this time! Oh, how I have longed to meet you once more.”

The princess was now standing in front of her evil aunt and saw her father tied at the stake, but since the guards were standing in front of the gryphon she couldn’t see him. She wished she could just draw her dagger and stab the witch; it could all be over! But no, her father had taught her better than that, even though in this case it would mean his life. Nelrin-thil had been thinking of what to say before coming to the gate, and now she spoke:
“I want nothing from you except my father and the three brothers, they have done nothing to you and have not provoked you to anger.” She stopped there unsure of what to say next. The witch saw her chance and said:
“You have a cold heart. Wouldn’t you also like to rescue this Gryphon, and the Tweedle Twins? Wouldn’t you like to save your mother?”

What! Save my mother? How can this be, I thought she was dead? But she is alive! Where can she be? The princess’ thoughts ran madly through her mind, yet she tried to show no emotion on her face.
“What do you mean by save? Until now I was sure she was no more, where is she?”
“You know, that is a beautiful necklace you wear. It was your mother’s wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but you’re not answering my question.”
“Never you mind. I am sure you didn’t know that I gave it to her. And I’m also sure you won’t be needing it now!” she sprang forward and grabbed the pendant snapping the chain in the process. The princess protested, but she slapped her with so much force that the girl fell the ground. “Captain of the Guard! Come here and give me your sword!” he did so. “Excellent. Watch then, O Nelrinëal, her immediate demise!”
But again there was an interruption, this time from the five.

What a flurry of excitement and bewilderment then ensued: Samlet and Jefferson had unleashed the gryphon, and the twins with Hamlet got the fairy. Then after a brief rest, they all sprung out of the trees attacking the guards and getting their swords. Änn-elisa flew right past the guards and came to the king. When he was free he took a nearby sword from a fallen guard and took on Neevil in single combat.

The strokes between them were furious; the king saw that he would not be able to hold out for long, especially since he had no shield and his opponent did. He kept watch how Neevil used his sword, he never used it to thrust, just chopping straight down or from the side. So, as Neevil raised his weapon, the king thrust his sword forward, and even though Neevil had his shield, there was no stopping that powerful blow. It shore through it like paper and into his body.
With a quick glance up Nelrinëal saw he had beaten him; his eyes showed pain, and denial, as if he thought this couldn’t happen to him, defiance, and even laughter because he knew that it didn’t end at that time. Yet when the sword was pulled out, he slumped over very dead.
The witch looked on in the deadly silence, she wondered where her wand was, Oh, that’s right-at the cleaner’s.

 - -Copyright © 2008 to Hristë- -

 But before we get to the story, I have some awards:

I was awarded by Queenflora, thank you so much!

And I give them to:

GraceElizabeth

Uruviel

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I have no good title for this chapter, but this will have to do.

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Chapter VII

First party, second party, and third party

“Leaving the party so soon?” he grinned, “Hardly acceptable since the queen has not granted you leave.” He had already motioned to his guards to seize and bind and gag them, so he led the prisoners across the way to the court within the cypresses.

The witch was already sitting there in her throne, and motioned Neevil to come forward.

He bowed and said: “Here, my queen, are your captives including that treacherous little fairy who has the displeasure of your enmity.”

“Yes, yes, Neevil, that is enough, bring them before me.” The guards roughly pushed the kings down before her, and the fairy was locked in a cage.

“As I’m sure you know, Nelrinëal, I am your late wife’s sister. And do you further know that I was to rule the kingdom, for I am the eldest, had you not married her?

“Did you think that I would be happy for you both? Nay, I have bided my time for so long; and now, since I have you, and her, and this---gryphon king,” she shook her head in disgust, “nothing can stop me from having all the kingdoms.

“Therefore, I hereby decree that in a quarter of an hour at lunch time, you ‘kings’, and my little green flower of envy, shall be put to death at the stake.”

The kings tried to resist, but the struggle was in vain; they were put into stocks.      

Before all this began, the brothers and twins were trying to get out. Jefferson sensibly suggested that they should try and ram the gate. Well, they tried several times, and failed to move it an inch.

They all sat on a bench opposite the door ready to give up, and were that close to doing so when Tweedledumber spoke:

“I think we two and you three are being too clever for our own good.”

“What do you mean?” the others asked.

“Well, ramming, pushing, and lock picking are all well and good, but we haven’t tried to pry it open!”

“Oh, I see what you mean,” said Hamlet.

“Yes, me too!” replied Tweedledumb to his brother,  “I didn’t know you were capable of thinking something cleverly.”

“Neither did I, imagine my surprise!”

So Samlet, who was the strongest of them, grabbed the bench and put it under the jail door. And, yes you guessed it; the door fell to the ground, they were free!

Now, of course, because they didn’t know their way to anywhere they figured it was best to try and go up. Hamlet led the way candle in hand.

It took forever (the twins’ word) to sneak around every corner, making sure they weren’t spotted; and even though turn after turn they saw no one, still they thought it best to keep an eye out.

They came to door after dead-end after passageway, most of which led down, so they didn’t go those ways. It might have been an hour later when they finally came to a stair. It was some twelve feet broad, and made of marble. At the top there were three doors, the middle one was the largest, and the two smaller ones led to left and right.

As they climbed the steps, Hamlet blew out his candle, for light was shining through the cracks between the door and wall. Jefferson rushed up and looked through the keyhole, describing what he saw to the others.

“Hush, friends! I can see the witch, she-wait! There’s the king! And a gryphon too, they’re being put into stocks! Oh dear! The witch is coming this way, run!”

They ran to the small left door and got inside just as four guards opened the massive door for their mistress. It creaked open for her, and they slowly shut it while they stood guard with their torches and swords drawn at the ready. The fivesome couldn’t dare to leave their hiding place.

At that moment the princess was nearing the castle. As she came closer she could hear the clash of the sea, the waves breaking over jagged rocks, seagulls crying overhead, it brought back memories of her home which was also by the sea. She was thinking about that all the way to the gate.

It was now the end of the quarter hour, the witch was enjoying the scene: Her guards were setting up a stake in the courtyard and bringing up ******s of wood for the fire. Neevil then instructed eight guards to stand at either side of the pole, while he and the other two stood ready to release the kings.

The witch stood up and walked over to Nelrinëal: “Only one thing is lacking from my party,” she said whispering in his ear, “your daughter. But you needn’t worry---her death shall be swift.” He glared at her, “If only I was free,” he thought.

“Take him from the stock!” cried Cleopanthera. “Tie him to the stake, and hand me the torch!” she looked to her throne where she had set Änn-elisa, “Look well, my fairy, at my victory.”

Her guards blew the trumpets; she raised the torch to the sky, and as she lowered it menacingly, there came a pounding at the front gate; it was the princess!

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  Chapter VI

Foiled

Änn-elisa led the kings out of the cell, and took them to a certain wall. She pushed on it with all her might, but she had to ask the kings if they would do it for her, so they pushed the wall aside and found a steep stair.

They saw it was little used, and at the top of the steps there shone the faint golden sunlight. The fairy went first, flying over the misshapen steps, but the man and gryphon had a hard time of it.

As they climbed higher, curving to the right, the steps grew steeper, and their feet kept slipping. But after about fifty more steps they were at the top. They were in a small round room with a level floor, and a ladder led to a locked trapdoor in the ceiling.

As before, the fairy had only to touch the lock before it fell away.

As I said before, the wall of the castle is a circle, and there are towers upon it. In fact there are five; two on each side of the massive front gate, one opposite it, and the other two between them. These towers are flat on the top and highly polished, and they stand fifteen feet above the wall. Those at the front gate are twenty feet high.

Each has smooth ramps from them to the wall below. Clearly they were not for protecting the castle in any way, so much as keeping people from getting out easily.

The walls are made of stone five feet wide, and are fifteen feet tall; they also have ramps from the top of the wall to the paved courtyard below.

There is also no rail of any sort on top of the wall, so if someone happens to go too near the edge, they will go straight to the crashing sea. And this castle sits on a mountain at the edge of the sea, with only a little bit of land between. 

The worst part for them was that they were so exposed at the top. No rail or anything to hide behind, there could be no sneaking around, and of course that was the point.

Nelrinëal was the first to look out of the trapdoor and see these things; he closed the door again and said to his friends: “It is no use to try and sneak from this tower, we must run as fast as we may to the gate, then if Änn-elisa will loose it we shall leave.”

“I’m for it,” replied the Gryphon

“And I too,” the fairy said.

So they hurried up the ladder again, came out of the door, and slid down the ramps to the paved yard. There was no one in sight.

The yard was paved with blue stones, and there were also trees. The cypresses grew in a circle opposite the gate, in front of the witch’s own house.

But they didn’t care about detail, only speed. The one thing they did see was a man with ten armed guards behind him-it was Neevil.

Sorry about not posting at the time I usually do, any way here is the long expected chapter.

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Chapter V

The Princess

Meanwhile, through all these happenings, Princess Nelrin-thil was thinking of her father and her lost mother.

“Ah me! Is has been two days since the brothers left, and yet I am so impatient to hear of them. My father, O my father! Are you well? Are you alive?” The poor girl fell onto her couch, and cried bitterly. And as she wept, she fell asleep and her dreams were of the past.

She was lying on a grassy hill in the early morning sun, and the wind was blowing over the sea. Then she heard her mother’s voice over the wind, “Yes, I’m coming!” she cried. She had been making a velmarian flower chain, and now she placed it on her head. The princess skipped down the hill without her shoes and with her brown hair flowing out behind her, and jumped into her mother’s arms.

“I’m so glad you called just now, I have made this for you!” and she took her flower crown off her head and placed it on her mother’s.

“O my daughter! You are so wonderful to do so, come your father has gotten everything ready for our trip. And you, my pretty one, must hurry and---Oh my! Where are your shoes?”

“Oh, I think I left them on the hill, I shall be right back.” So she made her way back to get her shoes, and then met her mother again.

The princess stirred and dreamt more: she was now on her own pony, and she and her family were near their summer home. It was the second day out from their palace, and Nelrin-thil was getting excited.

“Father, father look! I can see the East Tower from here. The banners are all set out too!”

The party was still nigh a mile away from the castle, and it was growing cloudy overhead, so they urged their horses to go faster. However, the storm grew incredibly fast, and the horses started to neigh. There came a blinding flash of light, and the Queen was gone.

“Mother!” she bolted upright, eyes wide and sore from crying. She realized it was just a dream, and got up off the couch. Then she walked over to her mother’s jewelry box. The girl started tracing the silver embossed pattern on the lid, and then lazily opened it.

Ruby amulets, gold rings, sapphire earrings, and beauteous uncut diamonds, silver necklaces with diamonds, gold ones with red, coral stars.

Each one of them reminded her of times past. She looked through her bleary eyes at her favorite piece. It was a lovely gold locket with engraved flowers on both sides. On the inside were two engravings of the King and the Princess. Her mother wore it always, but they found it in the mud where she disappeared.

She took a deep breath to hold back her tears, and fastened the locket on herself; it complimented her pale pink dress well.

She turned to her mirror, and began to think.

“I ought to go out after my father, and the brothers, they may need my help. I don’t suppose it would be wrong to help them, yes I think I shall.”

So she opened up an old chest, and took out her long dagger and her belt, she put them on then went to her wardrobe for her dark cloak and hood, and gathered some useful items and food of course.

She was ready now, and if she left immediately and used the shortcut, she could be at her evil aunt’s castle before dawn. She locked her own door to her room, and used the trapdoor in her floor, so that none would see her leave. In a very short time she exited through to the other side and stole quietly through the forest.

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The velmarian flower is a beautiful, sweet smelling, little four-petaled flower with round leaves. I imagined this before I ever heard of Athelas. I know, too much info right? No problem, here's a picture:

And this is one of Fitzbulb upon Longhat, I hope it doesn't ruin your own thought of him:

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I was awarded by Uruviel

I am happy to be her friend, and thankful for her teaching me some Elvish

  Chapter IV

The Spy and the Fairy

 “Mah ha ha! I have you now! You are exceeding dull since you have fallen for this scheme of mine, oh, such a pity. For you!” But it was not the voice of the firefly Fitzbulb; it was Neevil of Blackwood in his true form, that of a man.

There was no light in all the room, they could see nothing but nothing. The three brothers were frightened, of course, but the twins were being ridiculous.

You could hear them banging into the walls and calling out, “Woe are we. We two are too young to die!”

Hamlet reached into his pocket and pulled out a plum scented candle, and he lit it with his small tinderbox, which he fortunately always kept with him. The little light flickered into life, and lit the whole room. They saw the barred door they came in with, and another one that Fitzbulb used to go out.

That took a while to say, but it really happened in a few seconds.

Neevil of Blackwood had already gone away from the door to report to the witch, but within a minute he and the witch came striding up to the door.

The witch was tall, indeed, but Neevil was taller, he wore a long, black tunic, leggings, and a silver studded, leather jerkin. There was a sword at his side made of some unknown metal, and over all he wore a blood red cloak fastened with a silver snake.

He walked before the witch and held a torch in his left hand.

“Here are your intruders, my queen. You were right when you said they would come after Nelrinëal, they followed so eagerly to his rescue. What is your word now?”

“My word is to be obeyed, O slaves, if you learn that now it will be better for you hereafter.” with a wave of her hand the candle went out. “There shall be none of that, only darkness for you all.”

She turned about in her dark green dress, and both the evils left them in the dark.

Meanwhile the king was also in a dungeon, but his time was almost favorable to him.

After he had been captured and flung into the jail cell, he met a fascinating creature. It was very much like a gryphon, but the light was bad so the king couldn’t tell exactly.

The gryphon was in the same cell as the king, and as they talked, something clicked.

“What do you suppose that was?” asked the king.

“I do not know, yet we shall find out soon.”

Through the barred door there was a light, and as the light got closer they could see that it was a small fairy in green.

“Hello, I am called Änn-elisa, and I have come to rescue you both, your majesties.”

“Majesties! as in two? Is it so, Gryphon?”

“Right you are, Nelrinëal, I shall tell you.

I live in the Land of Jabber-walk

One must stop ones ears to hear them talk

Made king was I in yesteryear

‘Tis quite a thing, but is not here

Ah, Jabber-walk the Fair and green

An isle that always ought to be seen

One walk there is worth ten walks

on the grass upon the Hill Takks

“That is where I'm from and who I am, but we should be listening to the fairy.”

“Yes indeed. I shall rescue you both, but on one condition: you must try to dissolve my enchantment.”

“And just how exactly are we to do so?” prodded the king (the human king).

“To do so you must find something that belonged to me before being made a fairy. Yet I know not who I am, or rather, who I was. I do remember that it was so long ago! I think I was once human, there was a lovely room with a bubbling, silver fountain, and there were trees, beautiful pinewoods in the morning dew. But…it is lost.” The light faded as the poor fairy’s voice trailed away into the dim past, and the kings could hear her sobbing.

“We shall indeed try to help you, Sweet Fairy, do be of good cheer.”

“Yes, yes of course. Now there are no seconds to lose. Be free!” Änn-elisa raised her hand against to chains, and the irons fell from the kings’ wrists like water. She also loosed to steel door, and led them out so very quietly.

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Änn-elisa means Green-flower (the first Ä sounds like the a in 'father')

Takks rhymes with talks

Chapter III

Into the Dungeon

Now you, O Reader, being wise in the ways of science, must wonder why it has taken so long for the three brothers (who live near the evil queen’s castle) to come to the gate. This is because the authoress wasn’t paying attention to what she wrote at first, and since I have pointed that out, we may now return to the story already in progress.

The fivesome had been circling around the castle for some time now, but that was not their fault for the castle was one large stone tower with many high turrets positioned along the battlement. So when they came to their third roundabout there came to their ten ears an odd sound. It was like a bubbling, and it was like a humming, yet it was not either. Then they saw it; like a firefly with a globe about its head, and an upside-down red hat for its body, with a propeller at the tip. My what a sight, and what a fright too, for the twins said:

“O my! What a fright!”

The three brothers looked up at the author then to the two, “O brother.” they mumbled with revolving eyes.

The thing-a-ma-whom came up near them and bowed. (Now you’ll just have to trust me when I say that, for how it could bow is beyond me).

It said: “Hail friends, my name is Fitzbulb upon Longhat, and I am here to help you. There is a secret door here in this wall.” Fitzbulb upon Longhat went over to the wall and bumped into it. (Because, of course, it had no arms.) Then the wall sunk back into the darkness.

“I shall lead you into the dungeon so that you may rescue King Nelrinëal. Come.”

And so they followed the thingy into the castle, but they did not know that it was really the queen’s evil spy---Neevil of Blackwood.

It was bitterly dark inside the secret passage, and musky too for rain came through the cracks about the hidden door and was covering the stone floor. Since the creature was like a firefly he gave out a faint light, and the five who followed him could see around themselves.

They saw the uneven paved floor slippery with water and slime, the low walls made of wood with moss growing on them, but in front of them they could see nothing.

“Is the dungeon close, Fitzbulb?” whispered Samlet who was the first behind the guide.

“Very close, you will see, just be quiet though; we don’t want to disturb the queen.” he said back.

“I wonder why he said ‘queen’, he should have said ‘witch’.” Jefferson thought.

Soon after that they came to a barred door.

“This is the door that will take us to the dungeon, follow me closely.” said their guide.

They entered and found themselves in a small, echoing room.

I was awarded by GraceElizabeth! Thank you very much!

 And I shall in turn award:

Luthien, she is a writer, and certainly loves to do so (as many Elves do). I enjoy reading her story, she has the talent for adding details which you can imagine.

I know that people usually award more at one time, but I'll have to think about it more.

You're probably wondering what in the world that title means, well it's the title of one of my stories. I have a terrible habit of naming a story before I even start it, which is why the story doesn't fit the title.

Anyway, here is the first chapter of this very wierd story.

Chapter I

Many Meetings

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived: Samlet, Hamlet, and Jefferson. They lived in a shoe in the forest, near the evil witch's castle. Hamlet was walking in the woods one day and found the Princess Nelrin-thil, who was the only heir of the king, who was known as 'The Great Nelrinëal’.

Hamlet said: “Dear little princess, what is wrong?”

And Nelrin-thil answered: “My evil Aunt, Cleopanthera, the wickedest Witch in the West, has captured my father the king, and has taken him to her castle in the forest.”

And Hamlet replied: “I and my brothers with me, will save the king.” And Hamlet went back to the shoe. It smelled like cheese.

“Brothers, let us save the good king from the evil witch; who is generally not very nice.” And off they went into the Old Forest. Along the way they met Tweddledumb and Tweddledumber.

“Hello, Tweddledumb and Tweddledumber, how are you two to-day?”

And the twins replied together: “Not so good–lousy, lousy, lousy. We can find nobody to play ‘Catch the Tiger-lily’ with. But then again he did say that he would not let us play with him again. And that is not all,” they continued, “we met the Red Queen in the woods, and she said that we two must come over to her house and scrub her chessboard. So we two said to her that we could not to-day, and that to-morrow (we thought) would not look good either. And then she said that she didn’t care a pawn for what we thought, and that we must come immediately!

“So we two followed her to her castle, and she set us two to do her work. So we two scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, and at last the chessboard was clean. And then who do you think walked in? The right and left Bishops themselves, together! Followed by the two Knights! And what luck we two had, for they came up to us, and talked to us too. The left Bishop said, ‘What are you two doing in this, the Royal Chess Hall?’ And we two answered, ‘Her majesty, the Red Queen, found us two in the forest and led us two here to scrub her floor.’ But the right Bishop had the two Knights lock us two in the dungeon.

“Then, a magic fairy came and let us two out, and here we two are before you!” The twins ended their long talk with a series of bows.

“That is quite a story, Tweddledumb and Tweddledumber. How would you two like it if you came along with us three, thus making it five? We are on a mission to save the Great Nelrinëal from the evil and not very nice queen, Cleopanthera.”

“We two would like to.” And so they made five, and along they went into the Valley of Roses.

Once the five walked onto the Path in the Middle of the Valley of Roses, they felt light-footed. And when that sensation came to each of them, they each started to fly away, off into the distant Land of Bookworms. It was indeed a good thing that in that direction was the wicked-and-mean-and-generally-not-very-nice-woman’s castle.

In the Land of Bookworms there are great libraries made of books, and so are the pathways and roads in that fair land. But instead of descending into the land, the five soon-to-be-rescuers flew still on. And when they flew over the land they felt that their floating ability was decreasing for they fell quickly to the grass-covered ground.

“Oh my!” exclaimed the two twins together.

“I do wonder where we five are,” said Samlet. “It seems a lovely glade, but such a place must be enchanted; do you not think so, Jefferson?”

“Yes, lettuce make paste, and leaf at once!” he answered. And so the five stood up and started to walk west.

After a time they came to a large brick wall. It was very tall, and there was a gate in the center. They were about to open the gate when someone called down to them.

“Ho there, u 5! Stop at once.” That is what the someone said. The five looked up and saw, sitting on the top of the wall, a large white egg with a cap, and gloves, and a bow tie.

“Why, if it isn’t Humpty Dumpty; how are you?”

“I m well, how r u?”

“Too good, old fellow. Won’t you let us through the gate?”

“Well, f u 5 can help me down, then I will open the gate. Here I come,” And with that the noble egg came froppling down, and broke five feet from the feet of the five.

“O, alas, poor Humpty, I knew him! Call the King’s Men!” said Hamlet. The King’s Men came singing, but there was nothing more they could do.

“Eheu!” sighed the five, and so they went over the wall.

Copyright 2007 to Hriste- - -

Nelrin-thil = Snow-white

Nelrinëal = basicly means 'Snow-man'

eheu = Latin for 'alas'

Strange you say? It does get a little stranger I think. Please tell me what you think of it.

I wrote this poem awhile ago, and I have a tune that goes with it:

A  A  D  D  A  C  A#  A

A  A  D  D  F  E  C  D

D  G  F  E  D  C#  D  E

A  A  D  D  F  E  C  D

A very sad sort of tune, goes well with Tolkien's the Fall of Gil-Galad.

Before the sun, the stars, and moon;

before the light that shines therein,

there was One there who made it all,

and us His creation.

He breathed into us breath of life,

which He Himself did freely give.

The Father, Son, and Spirit reign,

and shall forever onward.

He came to earth in form and voice,

like a man in semblance;

to 'seek and save' and find those lost,

to die in place of our sins.

For each He died, for us He rose,

for power was granted to Him.

He trampled down our darkest foes,

and brought us nearer to Him.

He loved us then, He loves us now,

and truly we shall seek Him.

He drew us near and holds us tight,

teaching us to be like Him.

"One thing I ask, and I shall seek:

that for all time I'll dwell with Thee;

to see the beauty of the Lord;

and think of Him continually."

Amen.

Copyright 2006 to Hriste

Hello again, this time I'll post my favorite recipe for Lembas. I must warn you: It does taste like a biscuit, a sort of sweet biscuit.

Lembas (Way-bread)

You will need:

2 cups flour

3 teaspoons baking powder

2 Tablespoons sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup shortening

3/4 cup milk (whatever you use or powdered)

1 teaspoon vanilla

What to do:

Turn your oven to 425°

Mix all the dry ingredients together in a large bowl.

Add the shortening, and mix it up into small crumbs.

Add the milk and vanilla, combine the dough into a ball.

Knead it a few times on a floured surface, and roll it out to about a 1/4 inch or more.

Cut out the Lembas, place on a sheet.

Bake for 12min. But after 6min. flip them with a spatula, bake for the other 6min.

You could wrap them in fresh malorn leaves, but you poor un-fortunates of this earth can put them in a plastic bag or container. They'll be good for a more than a week.

All I really wanted to do was put up that story, and because I really don't have anything to blog about--farewell. Perhaps I might come back some other time.