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I really need to blog when I have more than half a mind with which to write with.

Good news of today: Picked my NYSMA piece. Yay! Hopefully by the end of this year (if I work fantastically hard) I will be in level 5. I just need to put my entire soul into it when it gets hard, love it all the more.

I think I'm going to read some of the Sil before I go to bed. *yawn* Anybody but me notice how these daily/weekly/monthly bloggings are getting shorter?

I need to qunech my thirst with some water, but there aren't any ice cubes. Darn.

"It has been told that Barahir would not forsake Dorthonion, and there Morgoth pursued him to the death, until at last there remained to him only twelve companions. Now the forest of Dorthonion rose southward into mountainous moors; and in the east of those highlands there lay a lake, Tarn Aeluin, with wild heaths about it, andall that land was pathless and untamed, for even in the days of the Long Peace none had dwelt there. But the waters of Tarn Aeluin were held in reverence, for they were clear and blue by day and by night were a mirror for the stars; and it was said that Melian herself had hallowed that water in the days of old. Thither Barahir and his outlaws withdrew, and there made their lair, and Morgoth could not discover it. But the rumour of the deeds of Barahir and his companions went far and wide; and Morgoth commanded Sauron to find them and destroy them." ~ Of Beren and Luthien, from "The Silmarillion"

I love that story, and especially Barahir. And Morgoth...I always imagine him as a fair, dangerous personality - but very fair in face.

Now...to get the dog off my bed (he isn't supposed to be on it, ugh) and get some shut eye.

God love you!

Moira