Peredhil

The last time I saw you, you were stomping barefoot and flashing eyed across a road looking for your brothers. Who knew you had poetry hidden in your heart? hugs Happy New Year back to you. -Peredhil

Say Pip, you're sixteen Behind the glasses, a mind that's keen Looking at life without blinders on To the absurdities of dark you're somewhat drawn But in good company travelling not alone "Although my group is apart" you may moan Every shadow is cast by light And dawn follows seemingly endless night. Hugs Mr. P

"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." Thomas Edison "Perfection is not attainable, but if you chase perfection, you can catch excellence." Vince Lombardi "I love strawberries and cream but fish like worms, so when I go fishing I use worms." Dale Carnegie "I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself." Aldous Huxley "Vision is the art of seeing things invisible." Jonathon Swift "If persuasion doesn't work, try bullets." Abraham Lincoln "Complacency is a one-way ticket to the back of the line." Unknown "True quality in communication is taking the time to be brief, yet understood. If I had more time I'd write a shorter note." Unknown

For me is it similiar to how Aardvark just described. The Vision, then the lame attempt to somehow transmit it. I'm told I do better in person. I *dream* of having writing as good as an average 8 year old doctor!

Peredhil steps into the room, beaming with happiness reflected back by all the cute lambs. Why anyone would be afraid of them was beyond him; he'd always gotten along well with the gamboling darlings. Although they'd come to him occasionally after having stepped in blood to have their precious lil' hooves cleaned, that used to happen all too frequently. He'd warned them to watch where they stepped and they'd baaahed back soothing reassurance. Looking about, he saw that St. Wyvern had already set the room and the mood, and was looking at the wool costume the lil' darlings were presenting him sheepishly. "no, no," urged the Polite Ancient, "if you make this a costume party, no one will have time to attend!" Wyvern nodded urgently and scurried out to attend to his Elder business, such a dear nearly dragonic figure, always so busy. "Happy birthday to ewe..." Peredhil began to sing. Several of the sheep gagged a bit, but then all joined in with their own song, drowning him out firmly.

Although I said it in person (in the four hour conversation you endured) Perhaps I ought said it Penningly For by my words you were well manured... Happy birthday and here's to growth, where ever it takes you. -Peredhil

Sorry, swamped. Holiday seasons and vacations are a big part of this sort of echoing silence - I'd suggest letting this run through February myself - you've got a good thing going here. Additionally - sorry Richard and I haven't finished our dangling conversation, but I'm being ruthless in prioritizing my time at the moment.

After getting starry-eyed over Salinye's wisdoms, Peredhil begins laughing helplessly at the "Now for something completely different" alternative...

Thank you Orlan. I appreciate all the time and work you've put into this, and taking the time from your Real Life to make this happen. Although I know that others like Gwaihir and Yui-chan have been helping you move this mountain, this, the URLs, there are a number of nuts-and-bolts you've been quietly maintaining. You lead the way to our new home - we'll follow. -an appreciative Peredhil

Yay! I know this is out of your normal writings, but I for one liked it, and the sentiments it expresses! Hugs May you find happiness in your holidays.

How wonderful!!!! We'll be here for you whenever you can drop by. Hugs Peredhil

Peredhil laughs in delight at seeing Cheyenne and her saucy wit once more, and stands chortling, That's it James! Cheyenne has it! (But belongs to Doc Weir.) The Search for the Holy G- His sons drag him away before he can finish proposing a quest...

A look of wonder and awe on Peredhil's face gives way to a protective covering of, well, more private parts as he begins helplessly laughing. Worth waiting for this one! Heh, I noticed the AoA influence! As far as I can tell, Elrond never hated mankind, but only the effects they had, so you're safe there. Elrond Peredhil, 31 Polite Ancient of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword Earthbound Angel of Apocolypse, Final Reset Edition Plus too many more not-immediately-applicable titles to list

Quite a bit to put into so few lines! In my experience... Doing right isn't ever a feeling up front, it's a choice that usually is contradictory to feelings, wants... desires. The payoff is on the other side. In my experience... Many women want intimacy and touch, and are willing to pay the fantasy of sex up front to be held all night. Being what I am, I'm afraid I'm an unnatural male I guess - I've always skipped the sex and just gone for the cuddling. Isn't it an interesting trap? I'm only attracted to women I know, not strangers, but I usually end up not wanting them physically at all, because it wouldn't be best for either of us. In my experience... Most people need to remember what it was like to learn to walk. Walking is leaning forward and falling - and trusting you'll get a foot out there in time to not fall on your face. Or over-correcting and having to sit down. In either case, unless you continue to get up and try again and again, you'll never develop the skills to move forward into life. Babies don't waste time beating themselves up about falling and sitting, although they occasionally cry in frustration. Instead, they learn what they can, stay focused on their goal, and practice until they're walking, jumping, running. Don't beat yourself for failures, instead become like a child - and persist until you succeed. Hug -Peredhil

Twenty-one years old Is our master of haiku Unconventional. He burst on the boards Like a wandering day-star Casting off humor. A saint of haiku But a pioneer of all Original stuff. Ever low but rising A writer for whom I look Every read a gem. Happy Birthday Fin' I'm very glad you were born So I could meet you. -Peredhil

If you have questions or issues of the heart, I'm available for sounding board and suggestions - but I tailor what I say to the individual, so I'd rather not focus in specifically on you and post in public. PM me if you'd like. Fair warning, much of my so-called wisdom is translating spiritual principals into common language. *hugs* -P

Just back and of course had to read something by my Arwen. Your writing continues to grow in power, M'dear (although your spelling is still occasional! Don't worry about it - spelling and grammar for you are mere clouds of vapor over an increasingly bright sun). I'm not going to bother addressing the subject of WHAT you wrote - because you know my heart toward you, and can know it is faithful not to change. *hugs* -PereDad

Snickers A Christian who happens to also be a supervising soldier answering the questions completely literally has the funniest results!

Tosses off a lazy salute of respect and then hugs Tass'. Seriously, I'm really proud of you. You're making decisions of thought, not just emotion, and adjusting fire as you go. Thank you for checking in and remember you can always email or PM us if you want to vent or ask advice. -P

Sweet! 'Bout time someone of your talent got his Quill traded in for a membership. Stay active and help keep the Pen growing. You've got the potential - push out of your comfort zone and make yourself heard. -P

I was going to write my feelings into a response, but the Quincunx stole them away winding binding chanting and transformation, She gave a glitter to that which I wished to convey And so I find myself having spoken, while remaining quite mute on the issue...

ditto! Hugs Racouol and gives him Almost Dragonic brand Frying Pan cleanser.

Some people cry and bleed through words, revealing a thousand shades of pain that linger instead of tears of salt that dry. I tend to be like that I suppose, although I've been known to cry at silly movies. You are what you are. The past is dead chains if you let it determine your future. Just because you have feelings they don't determine your choices unless you let them. It is not a lie to say, "I am becoming" instead of "I am". Choose who you want to be, no matter how you feel, and claim it, live it, speak it, act it. That's who you'll become. You have great potentials. If you weren't afraid, what would you do or say... who would you chose to be? hugs Peredhil (Law)

(From the internet, original author unknown. I really shouldn't be here, but just had to share this. -P ) Original: Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer ... Translation: Rudolph was a four-hooved ungulate, Original: Had a very shiny nose ... Translation: Who, incidentally, possessed a nasal appendage of a maroon lustre. Original: And if you ever saw him ... Translation: Consequently, if circumstances were to present themselves that he ever came into your view, Original: You would even say it glows ... Translation: You would most undoubtedly remark at to its illuminary qualities. Original: All of the other reindeer ... Translation: The multitude of other members of the population in his ecological community, Original: Used to laugh and call him names ... Translation: Had previously teased, chuckled boisterously, and dubbed him unspeakable pseudonyms -- the objective of which was to lower his self-esteem and make him miserable. Original: They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games ... Translation: They also excluded him from participation in leisure activities consistent with their species. Original: Then one foggy Christmas eve ... Translation: However, on the twenty-fourth of December in an unspecified year... Original: Santa came to say ... Translation: A mythological, supernatural being inherent to western culture (who symbolizes the Christmas attitude and allegedly brings gifts to children) arrived through the super-saturated, humid air. Original: Rudolph, with your nose so bright ... Translation: He formally invited Rudolph, due to his extraordinary nasal characteristic. Original: Won't you guide my sleigh tonight? Translation: To stand at the forefront of his snow vehicle with the express purpose that he navigate through the nocturnal mist. Original: Then all the reindeer loved him ... Translation: At that point, the multitude of other members of the population in his ecological community who had previously teased, chuckled boisterously, and dubbed him unspeakable pseudonyms, reversed their disposition toward Rudolph to a more congenial, amicable relationship. Original: And they shouted out with glee ... Translation: They consequently exclaimed with great exaltation and fervor, Original: Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer ... Translation: Rudolph, the antlered mammal with a maroon nasal appendage, Original: You'll go down in history! Translation: You shall most certainly be recorded in the annals of time, and your memory will be preserved for posterity!

A commentary to all those who gossip and then smile to faces. I really liked I *think* you meant "bear with me", (To stand, to put up with) rather than "bare" (to become naked), but the irony in the stanza the way it is was great - product of sin, bare with me and continue the cycle... Sin isn't bad because it isn't fun, that's somewhat of a myth. It's bad because God said so - and also wordly wisdom shows that it sells the future for a momentary present. If it wasn't fun, sinning wouldn't be so hard to resist... which brings me back around to the gossip with which I started. good to see you writing again! Hugs -P