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Ponderings ============
As the world careened into turmoil and horror, and after having spent himself, to no avail, in the fight against the coming darkness, he bolted his doors and descended the ancient stairs to his studio. There, he stretched a new canvas and placed it on his easel.
Pigments he mixed, blending with the finest linseed oil the dust of precious stones: lapis and emerald, ruby and topaz. Then he paused. Going to his bookshelves, he found the locked casket among his oldest and most precious volumes, hidden in a hollowed-out tome. Within was a tiny flask that flashed golden in the flickering lamplight.
He took the flask, opened it, and, after anointing his forehead with a single drop of its contents, he mixed the remainder into the paints on his palette.
And he began to paint.
The mountains at first were faint, as if seen from a great distance and through deep mists. The colour of the sea was muted, but grew stronger with each brushstroke. Clouds sprang into the morning sky above the granite peaks, and as he worked, the waves rose and fell with the stiff breezes of morning. Through the smell of the oil, he began to scent frothing waves, and between brush strokes heard the faintest cry of gulls.
At midnight, he was done.
There were sounds of gunfire, faintly, from above. Now there was pounding at the doors, and he knew his time was short. He took the canvas down, placed it against the closed door to the studio, and took a deep breath.
"A Nienna, ani ettulta!" he cried. And, after one last glance at his home and his beloved books, he leaped into the canvas.
The winds and waves engulfed him as his momentum carried him past the borders of the painting and across the sundering seas
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And just as dawn was breaking, he landed. The waves lapped at his feet, and he saw that he had reached the golden shores of Aman.
--- Offered in memory of my brother-in-law, Richard Mende, ---
--- October 1943 August 2009, Requiescat in pacem
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Prospects ============
- I'll be presenting a talk once again at Dragon*Con this year (see http://www.dragonco
- Many of you know that my wife, Lorraine, is a columnist and author of four non-fiction books. But, she is now a published novelist, and her first mystery, entitled "Death in the Choir", is available from Tumblar House on Amazon.com and BN.com. Please see a description and links at http://www.Lorraine
- The latest issue of Mallorn, the journal of the British Tolkien Society (see http://www.tolkiens
- The next issue of Silver Leaves, the journal of the White Tree Fund (http://www.whitetre
- The St. Austin Review (StAR), now has a new, blog-based website at http://www.staustin
regularly!
- ADC Books now has an online catalog featuring Tolkien-themed original paintings and prints from Ted Nasmith, Ruth Lacon, Peter Pracownik, and myself. In addition, you'll find collectible items and rare books featured in the ADC Books catalog. Please take a look at www.adcbooks.
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