Faulkner: I just KNEW there'd be some people who didn't like the slash. I
respect your opinion, but there WILL be some stuff like that in my story.
Before you run away labeling me an ass and a pervert, let me tell that
nothing graphic will be in the story (can't write it, won't write it) and
only minor stuff and some innuendo will be present. If I ever put anything
graphic, I give you permission to kill and gut me, then feed me to the
lions. AND I GOT OVER 100 REVIEWS!!!! YAY!!! ::throws up confetti and
dances around the computer room:: If I had enough money and all your
addresses, I would sen my reviewers a gift of their choosing. Alas, I don't
have either, so you will unfortunately have to be content with my sincere
and very happy thanks.
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Telepcoire thought it was rather funny that a twig was stuck in my hair. Even when I glared daggers at him, he didn't stop laughing as he pullled out his belt knife and calmly cut the twig out. I then used his blade as a makeshift mirror to make out the damage. It actually wasn't too bad, a little funny looking, but I could get used to it. Hair DOES grow back after all.
And so the lesson began with my riding teacher trying to figure out how the twig got there in the first place. I told him to shove it as I put on the bridle and led Herumor out of his stall. I don't think he got the insult, or the message behind it.
That was the problem about Elves. It was no fun insulting them when they didn't get the insult. It was absolutely pointless unless you called them some sort of animal. Calling Haldir a mule (or a jackass) would get pretty boring after a while. But I never did tire of calling him Stick-up-the-ass. It was just so true, and I was kinda fond of it.
"Do you think you're ready to try riding?" Telepcoire asked. We were in the middle of the corral with Herumor nibbling at the grass.
"Uh....." I looked up at the saddle, which suddenly seemed to be as high as the Empire State Building. Even though it was only a measly couple of feet over my head. After all, what were the stirrups for anyways? Decoration?
"Maybe...." I answered tentatively. I never really was comfortable around big animals. Big meaning around the size of a horse. I would be perfectly fine around a very lethal tiger that wanted to rip my head off, but I was nervous around a placid horse eating grass. Somebody knock some sense into my head.
"We'll try it, and see." Telepcoire said as he came and stood next to me. "Just put your right foot in the stirrup, grab the pommel, and sort of half jump half pull yourself up into the saddle. Oh, and don't forget to swing your leg over."
I looked up at the saddle and took a deep breath. I'm such a wimp....
I stuck my foot in the stirrup and hauled myself into the saddle before I could give it a second thought. I mentally patted myself on the back and breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't fallen and made a fool of myself! But something looked wrong somehow....
Oops.
I had gotten on backwards.
Damn.
So much for that making a fool of myself.
I looked down at Telepcoire and watched his very amused expression turn into a big grin. "Wrong way. You used your left foot instead of your right. There was a reason for that, you know." He heaved a very fake long- suffering sigh and motioned for me to come down. I managed to do that very well without breaking anything.
"Do you think you can do that again, but with the right foot?" he asked. I nodded, and tried again.
I managed to get myself into the saddle, this time the right way. Alas, my luck wasn't with me this day, as I accidently kicked Herumor's sides and he immediately started off. Surprised as I was I (predictably) fell off.
As I laid there in the dirt spread-eagled, I noticed just how lovely the treetops were. Such a beautiful shade of green....
Telepcoire's head came into view over mine and he looked at me worriedly. Before he could say anything, I told him, "Just in case you were wondering, i'm not dead and I think everything is still in it's right place." He smiled, relieved, and held out a hand for me to take. "I think i'll just lay here for a minute. The grass is quite comfortable ya know."
He raised one of his dark eyebrows questioningly and stood back. I could already feel the very slight tingly feeling that signalled my powers were working just fine on my bruised back. In a few minutes, there wouldn't be any sign of any bruises.
I slowly hauled myself into a sitting position, careful of my sore back (my powers may have healed it, but that doesn't mean it takes away pain and soreness). I was starting to think that today wasn't a good day for me. First the incident with Orophin and the tree's and some other foliage, then the damn horse. Well, the horse thing was my fault, but still!
"Want to try again?"
I looked to my left, staring at my riding teacher. I was starting to believe that Elves were nuttier than me, powers not withstanding. I count myself lucky that I didn't break my back. That would hurt like a bitch, and take a while to heal. If it healed at all. I'm not too eager to test that.
"No thank you. I've come as close to death as I could possibly feel remotely comfortable with. I think i'll just rest my tortured body." Geez, i'm lucky i'm not black and blue all over with the stuff that has happened to me already.
Sometimes, it just doesn't pay to get outta bed. Especially when it's around 5:30 in the morning. Roughly.
Telepcoire cocked his head to the side slightly and nodded. "You've had a good day. We'll be able to work on your technique more tomorrow. Maybe in a couple of days we could start on doing jumps."
I had been brushing grass off the back of my tunic, which was kinda difficult considering my arms just didn't bend that far, and when he said that I nearly choked on my own breath. "Jumps?" I practically squeaked. "On that beast? Are you NUTS OR SOMETHNG?!"
He started brushing off the grass I missed. "There is no need to yell. I can here you just fine, along with the rest of the Wood."
I just shook my head and started walking back towards the devil-beast that I fell off of. I still had to remove his saddle and tack, along with doing a little brushing of the coat and putting him back in his stall. Just for the record, I was starting to not like this one bit. Horses were just too much work for my taste and a pain (literally) to ride.
Expectedly, Haldir was waiting for me when I finished with the horse chores. I so badly wanted to crack jokes about last night, but decided I liked my head where it was just fine. It wouldn't be of any good rolling around like a soccer ball in the grass. Did they even have soccer? More interesting questions......
Predictably, he also criticized my knife-work. He really, really, and i'm talkin' REALLY needs to get a hobby. Maybe he did have a hobby and it was-
Don't finish that thought. Definitely don't want to finish that thought. Too nasty.
"Narya! What are you doing? Are you even LISTENING?" Damn. Will he PLEASE get laid or something?! Maybe that's why he's so high-strung, he's not gettin' any! Or maybe it's because Le-
Shut-up. My mind is too fast for its own good. Keeps getting me into trouble, stupid brain. Wait, that doesn't make any sense.
I hate insomnia. If it weren't for insomnia, I wouldn't have found out about his relationship with Legolas and my mind wouldn't be thinking dirty thoughts and, and....... Crap.
Haldir sighed. "Run through it again. By the Gods, I WILL make a respectable knife-man-"
"-woman."
"-out of you." Glare. Well, he should deal with it. Prissy, high-strung, not gettin' any, stick-up-the-ass, ELF! Breathe deep, count to ten, and mentally kick him in the balls and watch as he keels over in pain. There, much better.
So, I ran through the particular sequence I had screwed up another time. And, I screwed up again even though I was paying attention. Definitely not having a good day. A very very bad day. Yep. Bad day. Urrgghh....
When I tried it a fifth time, I still did it wrong. Personally, I think he's just too demanding. I'm still a teenager over here, not a flippin' soldier! Hello!
Haldir sighed and just shook his head at me. I think he was disappointed. That, or he had something in his hair. So he made me skip that sequence and start on a different one. I had to turn just so, not concious of my still sore back, and winced. Ah, like I said, forgot about them. I eased out of that position and tried to relax for a sec. Never a good idea to push your bruised back into other stuff too soon.
"What are you waiting for? Permisson?" Maybe he was having a bad day too, or something. Gah. Must resist doing bodily harm to my teacher even if he is a complete ass.
"I don't need permission, for your information. I just happen to have fallen on my back and it's just a wee bit sore."
Back injuries were always the worst you could get. I mean, you couldn't really reach your own back all too well and having an itch there was just plain irritating and made your skin crawl if you didn't scratch it. In my opinion, the back is the worst place to have anything, be it itch, scratch, bruise, or broken bone.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Haldir put his fists on his hips and glared down at me. I mean literally glared down at me. The dude may be one of the shorter of the Elven race, but he was still pretty friggin' tall! That's probably one of the reasons I never look Elves in the eyes, 'cause their eyes are just way too far up for my neck to handle. Bleh.
"Why does that not surprise me?" he half muttered and half growled. Then louder, "Let me see."
I blanched. "See?" Was my voice changing or something? That was the second time today I squeaked. "See what?"
He rolled his eyes and stepped closer. "See your back, idiot." As he took another step forward, I took a step back. He frowned. "What?"
"It's fine! It's just sore, that's all! It's fine!" No need to tell me I was panicking. I tend to panic when someone mentions looking at my back. I don't feel comfortable showing that much skin, and there was also that tattoo the size of Canada.
"Even so, it is best if I look at it. I don't want any sudden complications slowing down your training, no matter how minor." He was advancing a little more quickly on me. For every two steps he took, I retreated one. I briefly considered running, but that wouldn't do much good. He would just catch me.
His frown deepened and I blinked. How the HELL did he get so close so suddenly. I backpedaled but he caught my upper arms in his hands and whirled me around so my back was to him. I shut my eyes and tensed like a jack-in-the-box ready to spring out unexpectedly.
I felt one hand move from my arm and then tug my tunic up. He started and let it drop back down. I cringed and waited. He hesitantly pulled my tunic back up again, this time all the way up to my neck. Thank God the front only moved a few inches, not revealing anything important. But I nearly jumped out of my skin when his other hand was suddenly in contact with my spine.
"I remember you told me of a tattoo on your back, but I never expected this....." he trailed off. I felt him lightly trace one of the designs and I shivered and squeezed my eyes so tightly that I started to see bright spots. "I never knew...." Then he mumbled, "The Tree of the High Elves and the Star of the House of Feanor. And this is of the Dwarves..."
I didn't have a clue about what he was talking about. I was barely learning about the creation of Middle-earth, and now he was springing all this new stuff on me.
I felt my tunic slip back down and waited a minute before opening my eyes and turning to look at Haldir. Surprisingly, he looked kinda sad. I may have only known him for around a week or so, but trust me on this, Haldir never looks sad.
"What?" It seemed way too quiet. The trees leaves weren't rustling and the sound of others practicing with their blades or bows was absent. This was a practicing ground, people should be practicing dammit!
"You have truly been given a great gift, and a great burden." he told me softly.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Tell me something I don't already know."
"But do you truly understand?" he asked.
"What's there to understand? I got these freaky ass powers that I never wanted and i'm expected to do something important with them. I don't see any deeper meaning in this." I was starting to get antsy and kept shifting my weight from foot to foot.
"Do you know who Feanor was?" I shook my head. He cocked his head to the right slightly and nodded to himself. "That is right, you have not gotten that far yet. When you learn of him, you might understand. You are ignorant at times, but not stupid."
Well, that was a backhanded compliment if i've ever heard one. "Gee, thanks."
He looked over my shoulder quickly before staring at me again. "Hurry and replace your weapons. I've held you over our time limit." I looked over my shoulder and saw Rumil standing just outside of the treeline.
I ran to Arlindur's hut and quickly said a hello and good-bye before leaving and stopped next to Rumil. Just for the record, I hate running. I suck at it, and couldn't win a race if my life depended on it.
We started walking back towards the center of the city, and didn't talk. I wondered if Rumil had heard (or seen) any of the stuff that had happened recently. I hope not. It was bad enough that Haldir had seen it.
"Who is Feanor, Rumil?" I asked quite out of the blue. Startled, he glanced at me, then returned his gaze to the trail ahead of us.
"He is an Elf that helped shape Arda as we know it in quite a roundabout way. He also helped instigate a fight that defined many Elves as what we call kinslayers. We are not that far into history yet, but we will get there soon. A few days, maybe."
Yeah, like that really helped me understand what the hell Haldir was talkin' about.
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Faulkner: The reference to High Elves Tree and Dwarven symbols and all that crap I got from FOTR. The stuff about Feanor from the Silmarillion, which I haven't been able to finish. There is only one copy in all of our library and I have never been able to get my hands on it! Rrrggh. Anyway, i'm sorry for the slow updates. We've been doing some redecorating in our house (stripping wallpaper, urgh) and three math classes aren't helping all that much either. Not to mention i've been sick (in the summer!) and I recently got some extra chores. As you can probably tell, my life has been getting pretty full lately. But have no fear, I WILL update as soon as I can. I'm trying to reserve time for daily writing, but nothings for sure people. Thanks for your understanding.
Pinky: And master has also issued a challenge! The winner will get an appearance in this (or her other) story. Maybe both! And the challenge iiiiiiiiisssssss.........
Tell me who said this: "Live and learn!....Though he was thinking of gardening, not of roosting like a bird, nor of trying to walk like a spider. Not even my uncle Andy ever tried a trick like that!"
Since there's three books, and a lot of pages, i'll give ya a hint. The quote was said in good ol' Lothlorien. When you answer the challenge, make sure you give your e-mail as well, or if you're registered, I can go to your bio thingy and get it there. If I can't get your e-mail, then you are automatically DQ'd. And that does NOT mean Dairy Queen folks.
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Telepcoire thought it was rather funny that a twig was stuck in my hair. Even when I glared daggers at him, he didn't stop laughing as he pullled out his belt knife and calmly cut the twig out. I then used his blade as a makeshift mirror to make out the damage. It actually wasn't too bad, a little funny looking, but I could get used to it. Hair DOES grow back after all.
And so the lesson began with my riding teacher trying to figure out how the twig got there in the first place. I told him to shove it as I put on the bridle and led Herumor out of his stall. I don't think he got the insult, or the message behind it.
That was the problem about Elves. It was no fun insulting them when they didn't get the insult. It was absolutely pointless unless you called them some sort of animal. Calling Haldir a mule (or a jackass) would get pretty boring after a while. But I never did tire of calling him Stick-up-the-ass. It was just so true, and I was kinda fond of it.
"Do you think you're ready to try riding?" Telepcoire asked. We were in the middle of the corral with Herumor nibbling at the grass.
"Uh....." I looked up at the saddle, which suddenly seemed to be as high as the Empire State Building. Even though it was only a measly couple of feet over my head. After all, what were the stirrups for anyways? Decoration?
"Maybe...." I answered tentatively. I never really was comfortable around big animals. Big meaning around the size of a horse. I would be perfectly fine around a very lethal tiger that wanted to rip my head off, but I was nervous around a placid horse eating grass. Somebody knock some sense into my head.
"We'll try it, and see." Telepcoire said as he came and stood next to me. "Just put your right foot in the stirrup, grab the pommel, and sort of half jump half pull yourself up into the saddle. Oh, and don't forget to swing your leg over."
I looked up at the saddle and took a deep breath. I'm such a wimp....
I stuck my foot in the stirrup and hauled myself into the saddle before I could give it a second thought. I mentally patted myself on the back and breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't fallen and made a fool of myself! But something looked wrong somehow....
Oops.
I had gotten on backwards.
Damn.
So much for that making a fool of myself.
I looked down at Telepcoire and watched his very amused expression turn into a big grin. "Wrong way. You used your left foot instead of your right. There was a reason for that, you know." He heaved a very fake long- suffering sigh and motioned for me to come down. I managed to do that very well without breaking anything.
"Do you think you can do that again, but with the right foot?" he asked. I nodded, and tried again.
I managed to get myself into the saddle, this time the right way. Alas, my luck wasn't with me this day, as I accidently kicked Herumor's sides and he immediately started off. Surprised as I was I (predictably) fell off.
As I laid there in the dirt spread-eagled, I noticed just how lovely the treetops were. Such a beautiful shade of green....
Telepcoire's head came into view over mine and he looked at me worriedly. Before he could say anything, I told him, "Just in case you were wondering, i'm not dead and I think everything is still in it's right place." He smiled, relieved, and held out a hand for me to take. "I think i'll just lay here for a minute. The grass is quite comfortable ya know."
He raised one of his dark eyebrows questioningly and stood back. I could already feel the very slight tingly feeling that signalled my powers were working just fine on my bruised back. In a few minutes, there wouldn't be any sign of any bruises.
I slowly hauled myself into a sitting position, careful of my sore back (my powers may have healed it, but that doesn't mean it takes away pain and soreness). I was starting to think that today wasn't a good day for me. First the incident with Orophin and the tree's and some other foliage, then the damn horse. Well, the horse thing was my fault, but still!
"Want to try again?"
I looked to my left, staring at my riding teacher. I was starting to believe that Elves were nuttier than me, powers not withstanding. I count myself lucky that I didn't break my back. That would hurt like a bitch, and take a while to heal. If it healed at all. I'm not too eager to test that.
"No thank you. I've come as close to death as I could possibly feel remotely comfortable with. I think i'll just rest my tortured body." Geez, i'm lucky i'm not black and blue all over with the stuff that has happened to me already.
Sometimes, it just doesn't pay to get outta bed. Especially when it's around 5:30 in the morning. Roughly.
Telepcoire cocked his head to the side slightly and nodded. "You've had a good day. We'll be able to work on your technique more tomorrow. Maybe in a couple of days we could start on doing jumps."
I had been brushing grass off the back of my tunic, which was kinda difficult considering my arms just didn't bend that far, and when he said that I nearly choked on my own breath. "Jumps?" I practically squeaked. "On that beast? Are you NUTS OR SOMETHNG?!"
He started brushing off the grass I missed. "There is no need to yell. I can here you just fine, along with the rest of the Wood."
I just shook my head and started walking back towards the devil-beast that I fell off of. I still had to remove his saddle and tack, along with doing a little brushing of the coat and putting him back in his stall. Just for the record, I was starting to not like this one bit. Horses were just too much work for my taste and a pain (literally) to ride.
Expectedly, Haldir was waiting for me when I finished with the horse chores. I so badly wanted to crack jokes about last night, but decided I liked my head where it was just fine. It wouldn't be of any good rolling around like a soccer ball in the grass. Did they even have soccer? More interesting questions......
Predictably, he also criticized my knife-work. He really, really, and i'm talkin' REALLY needs to get a hobby. Maybe he did have a hobby and it was-
Don't finish that thought. Definitely don't want to finish that thought. Too nasty.
"Narya! What are you doing? Are you even LISTENING?" Damn. Will he PLEASE get laid or something?! Maybe that's why he's so high-strung, he's not gettin' any! Or maybe it's because Le-
Shut-up. My mind is too fast for its own good. Keeps getting me into trouble, stupid brain. Wait, that doesn't make any sense.
I hate insomnia. If it weren't for insomnia, I wouldn't have found out about his relationship with Legolas and my mind wouldn't be thinking dirty thoughts and, and....... Crap.
Haldir sighed. "Run through it again. By the Gods, I WILL make a respectable knife-man-"
"-woman."
"-out of you." Glare. Well, he should deal with it. Prissy, high-strung, not gettin' any, stick-up-the-ass, ELF! Breathe deep, count to ten, and mentally kick him in the balls and watch as he keels over in pain. There, much better.
So, I ran through the particular sequence I had screwed up another time. And, I screwed up again even though I was paying attention. Definitely not having a good day. A very very bad day. Yep. Bad day. Urrgghh....
When I tried it a fifth time, I still did it wrong. Personally, I think he's just too demanding. I'm still a teenager over here, not a flippin' soldier! Hello!
Haldir sighed and just shook his head at me. I think he was disappointed. That, or he had something in his hair. So he made me skip that sequence and start on a different one. I had to turn just so, not concious of my still sore back, and winced. Ah, like I said, forgot about them. I eased out of that position and tried to relax for a sec. Never a good idea to push your bruised back into other stuff too soon.
"What are you waiting for? Permisson?" Maybe he was having a bad day too, or something. Gah. Must resist doing bodily harm to my teacher even if he is a complete ass.
"I don't need permission, for your information. I just happen to have fallen on my back and it's just a wee bit sore."
Back injuries were always the worst you could get. I mean, you couldn't really reach your own back all too well and having an itch there was just plain irritating and made your skin crawl if you didn't scratch it. In my opinion, the back is the worst place to have anything, be it itch, scratch, bruise, or broken bone.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Haldir put his fists on his hips and glared down at me. I mean literally glared down at me. The dude may be one of the shorter of the Elven race, but he was still pretty friggin' tall! That's probably one of the reasons I never look Elves in the eyes, 'cause their eyes are just way too far up for my neck to handle. Bleh.
"Why does that not surprise me?" he half muttered and half growled. Then louder, "Let me see."
I blanched. "See?" Was my voice changing or something? That was the second time today I squeaked. "See what?"
He rolled his eyes and stepped closer. "See your back, idiot." As he took another step forward, I took a step back. He frowned. "What?"
"It's fine! It's just sore, that's all! It's fine!" No need to tell me I was panicking. I tend to panic when someone mentions looking at my back. I don't feel comfortable showing that much skin, and there was also that tattoo the size of Canada.
"Even so, it is best if I look at it. I don't want any sudden complications slowing down your training, no matter how minor." He was advancing a little more quickly on me. For every two steps he took, I retreated one. I briefly considered running, but that wouldn't do much good. He would just catch me.
His frown deepened and I blinked. How the HELL did he get so close so suddenly. I backpedaled but he caught my upper arms in his hands and whirled me around so my back was to him. I shut my eyes and tensed like a jack-in-the-box ready to spring out unexpectedly.
I felt one hand move from my arm and then tug my tunic up. He started and let it drop back down. I cringed and waited. He hesitantly pulled my tunic back up again, this time all the way up to my neck. Thank God the front only moved a few inches, not revealing anything important. But I nearly jumped out of my skin when his other hand was suddenly in contact with my spine.
"I remember you told me of a tattoo on your back, but I never expected this....." he trailed off. I felt him lightly trace one of the designs and I shivered and squeezed my eyes so tightly that I started to see bright spots. "I never knew...." Then he mumbled, "The Tree of the High Elves and the Star of the House of Feanor. And this is of the Dwarves..."
I didn't have a clue about what he was talking about. I was barely learning about the creation of Middle-earth, and now he was springing all this new stuff on me.
I felt my tunic slip back down and waited a minute before opening my eyes and turning to look at Haldir. Surprisingly, he looked kinda sad. I may have only known him for around a week or so, but trust me on this, Haldir never looks sad.
"What?" It seemed way too quiet. The trees leaves weren't rustling and the sound of others practicing with their blades or bows was absent. This was a practicing ground, people should be practicing dammit!
"You have truly been given a great gift, and a great burden." he told me softly.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Tell me something I don't already know."
"But do you truly understand?" he asked.
"What's there to understand? I got these freaky ass powers that I never wanted and i'm expected to do something important with them. I don't see any deeper meaning in this." I was starting to get antsy and kept shifting my weight from foot to foot.
"Do you know who Feanor was?" I shook my head. He cocked his head to the right slightly and nodded to himself. "That is right, you have not gotten that far yet. When you learn of him, you might understand. You are ignorant at times, but not stupid."
Well, that was a backhanded compliment if i've ever heard one. "Gee, thanks."
He looked over my shoulder quickly before staring at me again. "Hurry and replace your weapons. I've held you over our time limit." I looked over my shoulder and saw Rumil standing just outside of the treeline.
I ran to Arlindur's hut and quickly said a hello and good-bye before leaving and stopped next to Rumil. Just for the record, I hate running. I suck at it, and couldn't win a race if my life depended on it.
We started walking back towards the center of the city, and didn't talk. I wondered if Rumil had heard (or seen) any of the stuff that had happened recently. I hope not. It was bad enough that Haldir had seen it.
"Who is Feanor, Rumil?" I asked quite out of the blue. Startled, he glanced at me, then returned his gaze to the trail ahead of us.
"He is an Elf that helped shape Arda as we know it in quite a roundabout way. He also helped instigate a fight that defined many Elves as what we call kinslayers. We are not that far into history yet, but we will get there soon. A few days, maybe."
Yeah, like that really helped me understand what the hell Haldir was talkin' about.
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Faulkner: The reference to High Elves Tree and Dwarven symbols and all that crap I got from FOTR. The stuff about Feanor from the Silmarillion, which I haven't been able to finish. There is only one copy in all of our library and I have never been able to get my hands on it! Rrrggh. Anyway, i'm sorry for the slow updates. We've been doing some redecorating in our house (stripping wallpaper, urgh) and three math classes aren't helping all that much either. Not to mention i've been sick (in the summer!) and I recently got some extra chores. As you can probably tell, my life has been getting pretty full lately. But have no fear, I WILL update as soon as I can. I'm trying to reserve time for daily writing, but nothings for sure people. Thanks for your understanding.
Pinky: And master has also issued a challenge! The winner will get an appearance in this (or her other) story. Maybe both! And the challenge iiiiiiiiisssssss.........
Tell me who said this: "Live and learn!....Though he was thinking of gardening, not of roosting like a bird, nor of trying to walk like a spider. Not even my uncle Andy ever tried a trick like that!"
Since there's three books, and a lot of pages, i'll give ya a hint. The quote was said in good ol' Lothlorien. When you answer the challenge, make sure you give your e-mail as well, or if you're registered, I can go to your bio thingy and get it there. If I can't get your e-mail, then you are automatically DQ'd. And that does NOT mean Dairy Queen folks.