The Teacup Cafe

[trolls' bane]

Originally Posted by Beor

Hey, thanks for the beer and the welcomes, friends. I am now at fort Carson, Co, and its pretty cool. I do however have bad news, but I figure I might as well tell yall, because news is news. If you remember my wife was pregnant, well, the baby was born at 23 weeks, and seven days later, she was called away. It really sucks. But other than that I am okay. It really hurts to lose a child though. Her name is Gabrielle Ann Ruch, and she weighed 1 pound and 8 ounces.

How are all you guys?

Yay! Beor! LTNS! Where's Fort Carson, Co? Is Co "Colorado" or "county"? Make sure there is no weapons testing over Golden Valley, Az. I want to fortify all six acres when I get that lot!

Sorry to hear about your daughter, Beor. I offer my condolences and a few proper quotes for that kind of situation. (I am searcing for quotes for a marquee to put at the bottom of HVEL as well as a few other places.)

I can't complain. I guess I am extremely bored today, and my new pea-coat was stained with an Alfredo-like cheese sauce . I hope that will wash out.

[Pytt]

I care for some brownies Lady ravyn! And that spring of yours I don't see much about..Here it's rainy, gray and sad. But I hope spring is here soon. But exept for that, I'm ok. Though I miss the people in Oslo I must get back there to meet all them sooner or later.

But now I need to make some dinner..bah..

[me9996]

Just a few more as it seems it's ... allowed here...

Wizard
The grey (Think wizzard)
The white
The aqua-marine
Hobbit ( )
Of Rohan
Of Gondor
Of the moon!
The elven ring ( )
Palantir user
Hobbit eating on the run
Mode of Middle Earth transportation
Supreme hobbit ruler

[Nurvingiel]

Ooh! Brownies! Can I have some? I offer filbullar (nice Swedish muffin things) in exchange.

Of course it's allowed Me9996. By the time you hit Elf Lord status, you'll have the perfect title.

Wizzard is still my favourite though, but I also really like
The aqua-marine, Hobbit, Of Rohan, and Of Gondor.

For an Elven ring, maybe give the specific name of either Vilya, Nenya, or Narya. I had to google to find Narya, which led me to this cool website: tuckborough.net.

Narya was the ring Gandalf bore. It was given to him by Cìrdan, who in turn received it from Gil-Galad.

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

your speelinng hass eemproofed, me#, lol

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

as recognition that me and JD are getting along again, , drinks are on me

[jerseydevil]

Originally Posted by Last Child of Ungoliant

as recognition that me and JD are getting along again, , drinks are on me

Why thank you - I'll drink with you. Do we sing bar songs too?

[edit] it's all about the subject matter - not the poster[/edit]

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

erm,
#you can drink your fancy ales
you can drink them by the flagon
but the only brew
for the brave and true
comes from the green dragon#

[jerseydevil]

Dancing on the tables....

***
There is an inn, a merry old inn,
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks and ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.

And O! the row of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'

So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead;
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed.
***

I found this nice site so I didn't have to retype the whole song - JRR Tolkiens Lord of the Rings

[Nurvingiel]

Great website JD. Good to see everyone singing and drinking beer!

*ahem* *puts hands behind back, when reciting poetry...*

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.


The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.


For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.


On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.


Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeouns deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.


Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.


The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.


The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.


The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.


Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!


Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.


That's my favourite song in The Hobbit. Isn't it beautiful? Too bad Dwarves didn't get more press eh?

[Embladyne]

Poetry! Yay! I do like that song, Nurvy. When I read the Hobbit, and LOTR, I would stop for every song, and write a tune that fit well with it so that I could experience the full effect of it...I was a crazy kid, but it's something I have to do if there are songs in books.

I'll have some ginger beer, and join the party...I brought my viola along, so I can play requests...

[Nurvingiel]

Right on Em! Can you play the song JD sang, so he can sing it again and then do a backflip off the table and break some of my crockery?

*conveniently walks by JDs table with a pitches of beer and some glasses*

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

so long as he soesn't disappear into thin air, or fat ar rather, mr bagg, er underhill

[jerseydevil]

Originally Posted by Last Child of Ungoliant

so long as he soesn't disappear into thin air, or fat ar rather, mr bagg, er underhill

I was going to disappear - but I really shouldn't - the balck riders are near by.

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

Originally Posted by Last Child of Ungoliant

so long as he soesn't disappear into thin air, or fat ar rather, mr bagg, er underhill

i think i need to join the YGF (British Dyslexia Society)

[Nurvingiel]

Originally Posted by jerseydevil

I was going to disappear - but I really shouldn't - the balck riders are near by.

If Frodo had had your sense, the Quest might have been a bit easier!

[Embladyne]

*plays the dissapearing song, and does a backflip off the table herself*

Oops....nothing broken, though.

Chrys....my typing gets much worse than that example.... it's frightening what I've written before.

[Bombadillo]

Originally Posted by Embladyne

Poetry! Yay! I do like that song, Nurvy. When I read the Hobbit, and LOTR, I would stop for every song, and write a tune that fit well with it so that I could experience the full effect of it...I was a crazy kid, but it's something I have to do if there are songs in books.

I'll have some ginger beer, and join the party...I brought my viola along, so I can play requests...

I would stop and think up a tune in my head too, and that would take forever. Most of the time it's the same tune anyway, so I don't even try anymore when I get to an Elvish song or a Westron adaptation of one. (I'm only mortal after all. I wouldn't do it justice.)

I brought cake! My little bro made the JV baseball team at school, and he's a freshman. My nice old grandma baked a devil's food cake for him, so I stole it and you can have it.

[jerseydevil]

Did you say DEVIL's food?

[Beor]

Thanks everyone for the support, It has been a very rough time.

She has traveled west, never to return.