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Dear

lbilover lost her long and valiant battle with cancer yesterday morning. She was a good friend, and I'm glad we were able to share so many Adventures over the years. Among Ellen’s many passions was creative writing, including 20 years of memorable fan fiction. She particularly enjoyed writing about hobbits, highlighting their resilience, courage, humor, compassion, and humility.

Ellen devoted her life to raising and showing Champions (Deerhounds and Whippets), many of which I was delighted to meet. Her home was filled with cups and ribbons. Here is her beloved Winston, who won the "Fastest Dog in the USA" championship last year.

Ellen

Ellen, may the white sands of that far green country be warm under your feet as you now rejoice, without pain or fear, in the Great Music of the sea and stars, gentle breezes in the trees, Eagles soaring quietly above snowy peaks, and the unrestrained laughter of hobbits that will forever mingle with your own.

From "What Memories Remain" by

lbilover...

For [Bilbo] knew that there were memories that would always burn bright, never to be extinguished by the frailties of old age and a failing mind, such as the day he brought young Frodo Baggins, shy and awkward as a days’ old fawn, home to Bag End to be his heir. And then all the days and years that came after as they shared a comfortable life together filled with companionship and unspoken love. No, a hobbit could never forget those no matter what else might be lost.

Bilbo's Last Song by J.R.R. Tolkien

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!

Crossposts: https://shirebound.livejournal.com/2765943.html

febobe passed away yesterday, and I couldn't gather my heart and thoughts into words until now to express how important she was to me. Her Frodohealers Yahoo Group, which I discovered in 2002, gathered many of us together and nudged me into writing fanfic. I realized there that I wanted Frodo to feel as comforted, respected, and loved as she did. I wanted to express the courage of hobbits, their resilience, humor, and importance. And so I began writing, always hoping that she, especially, would read and enjoy my stories. Every review from her made my heart sing with joy.

Kimbra struggled with major health issues and incredible challenges for most of her life, some of which would have crushed a lesser soul. She tried so very hard to stay with us, but in the end, needed to let go at last.

I note that our friend passed on April 8th, the day the hobbits were honored at the Field of Cormallen. That was a glorious day for them, and for those who celebrated their journey, as we celebrate hers. May the white sands be warm under her bare feet as she now rejoices, without pain or fear, in the Great Music of the sea and stars, gentle breezes in the trees, Eagles soaring quietly above snowy peaks, and the unrestrained laughter of hobbits that will forever mingle with her own. How I loved you, Kimbra, and always will. Thank you for the life you shared with us.

Crossposts: https://shirebound.livejournal.com/2737934.html

I'm saddened to learn that Nilmandra has passed away. She had been battling a progressively debilitating, painful, and sadly relentness series of illnesses since 2006 (or perhaps even earlier), and I know she fought to live and enjoy her life every single day.

Nilmandra began writing LOTR fanfiction in 2002, but I didn't discover her until 2003, when her angsty yet oh-so-gentle Frodo h/c story "Refuge" was posted to fanfiction.net. She went on to write many an Elf-tale, including the epic "History Lessons". In April 2003, she asked my opinion about her starting a new website for Tolkien fanfic, which culminated in the "Stories of Arda" archive. Nilmandra and her sister never asked for any help running or funding the site, and it's been a wonderful source of LOTR tales. By the time SOA celebrated its tenth anniversary, she had become too ill to be able to participate in the celebration. Her sister conveyed to her the congratulations of many of us.

Not all the decisions made over the years regarding SOA were perfect, and a few years back Nilmandra and I had a falling-out, but we were able to get back in touch as friends and mend fences before it was too late. For that I'm very grateful.

Now that she can walk and run again, and is free of pain, I hope the shining sands are soft beneath her feet, and the light warm and gentle.

I have learned how amazing the heart is, and how resilient the soul.

From Nilmandra's "History Lessons"

Crossposts: https://shirebound.livejournal.com/2535086.html

"Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory."
-- Iman

David-Bowie-2002

"Sonnet from the Vulcan: Omicron Ceti Three" is a poem written by Shirley Meech. It was originally published in Star Trek: The New Voyages, a collection of short stories published by Bantam Books in 1976. The poem is written in the first person from the viewpoint of Mr. Spock during or shortly after the episode "This Side of Paradise", in which Spock encounters Leila Kalomi, a beautiful woman he had known many years before on Earth when Leila had fallen in love with him, but Spock did not return her love.

I thought the memory of you was gone,
I thought it buried underneath the years.
But now it rises, bright as Vulcan dawn,
And I remember you, and Earth, and tears.

Your tears were falling like the rains of Earth,
You were the storms and roses of Earth's spring.
You could not know that almost from my birth,
The rites of Vulcan bound me to T'Pring.

I could not break those ties; I had no choice,
Returned to space, left you and Earth behind.
But still I heard the echoes of your voice,
Found rain and wind and roses in my mind.

You told me that you loved me, and you cried.
I said I had no feelings. And I lied.

"Of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most... human."
-- James T. Kirk

I'm very saddened to learn that Fiondil has passed away. Although hobbits weren't his main focus, he very kindly reviewed many of my stories, and was always a very generous and creative member of our fanfic community. His tales on Stories of Arda are enjoyed (and were eagerly anticipated) by readers all over the world, and he was unfailingly helpful with my occasional requests regarding Elvish history or language.

Arthur, may the Eagles bear you swiftly to that far green country which you helped many of us envision more clearly. You will be greatly missed.

I was very sad to hear about the passing of Pete Seegar at age 94. I believe his folk songs are timeless, lyrical, and as relevant today as ever. He wrote, co-wrote, or arranged "Where Have All the Flowers Gone", "If I Had a Hammer", "Kisses Sweeter than Wine", "Guantanamera", "Turn! Turn! Turn", "Michael, Row the Boat Ashore", "Waist Deep in the Big Muddy", and so many many more.

I was sorry to hear about the passing of Michael O'Hare. In his honor, I dug up my favorite quote from his character Jeffrey Sinclair from "Babylon 5":

"We have to stay [in space], and there's a simple reason why. Ask ten different scientists about the environment, population control, genetics and you'll get ten different answers, but there's one thing every scientist on the planet agrees on. Whether it happens in a hundred years or a thousand years or a million years, eventually our Sun will grow cold and go out. When that happens, it won't just take us. It'll take Marilyn Monroe and Lao-Tzu, Einstein, Morobuto, Buddy Holly, Aristophanes... And all of this... all of this will have been for nothing... unless we go to the stars."

Thank you for your courage and inspiration, Neil Armstrong. I was 13, and I'll never forget that moment. May your spirit forever dance among the stars.

earth from the moon

...but there is always hope, and light in dark places.

I'm shocked and very, very sad to learn that

slipperieslope has passed away. I had no idea she was ill. Slippie was unfailingly sweet and giving, and had been commenting to my posts and stories since 2004... always with love and encouragement. She had an icon for every occasion, a hug for every hurt, and a cheer for every triumph.

May the Eagles bear you swiftly to that far green country, my dear one. Thank you for being our friend.

Eight years ago this moment, I was exactly where I am now -- at my desk on the 20th floor of a high rise building. Two planes had hit the World Trade Centers, and as soon as the Pentagon was hit, the only other girl in the office and myself ran out of here and drove home. Who knew what would be the next building hit? San Diego is home to a portion of the Pacific Fleet, and would (presumably) be a target. About a half hour after I got home I called the office, where a few folks had by then come in, and told them what I was seeing on TV. Later that morning, all the high rise buildings in San Diego were evacuated. I spent the whole day in front of the TV with my mom, and that whole night wide awake because I kept thinking about people falling (or jumping) out of those buildings.

Let's all hold hands today, across the miles, and channel our love and hope around the world.

(((my friends)))

claudia603 has opened a post to invite anyone who wishes to share memories of

lorie945 to do so here:

http://claudia603.livejournal.com/1945080.html

sayhello has created a community to help gather in one place the public links and messages about

lorie945:

http://community.livejournal.com/iremember_lorie/profile

A very special and treasured friend to many of us,

lorie945, has lost her long and courageous fight with ovarian cancer. She never stopped fighting, she never lost her hope, she always knew our love, and returned it a hundred-fold. I was honored to be counted among her friends, and will always be inspired by her life and spirit. Fare Well, dear one. I hope you have found that fair green country where there is no pain, no struggle, and only Light and Love.

The smallest flower that breathes but a day
Distills its fragrance into sweet perfume,
Garbs itself with grace in bright array -
Exquisite, brief intensity in bloom.
Whether the notes of life are short or long,
From end to end what matters is the song.

from "A Measure of Life", Marjorie Wright Miller

I was very sad to hear about the passing of Majel Barrett-Roddenberry. It was such a joy to watch her (and her characters) evolve from the original Star Trek, to many of its sequels, and even to a wonderful guest-shot on Babylon 5. I hope she and Gene are together again, guiding the Universe to a future of Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.

To cheer myself up, I excavated this LOTR/Star Trek parody piece I wrote for the 2004 birthday of

nixnivis. Maybe you'll enjoy it, too.

"Star Trek XXII: The Wrath of Glorfindel"
http://shirebound.livejournal.com/102333.html#cutid1

I just watched the tribute to Heath Ledger that aired on the E! Network last night, and it was beautiful. He really was just getting started in life and in his career.

(It's supposed to air again on Thursday, July 17, at 8 p.m.)

When I think about all the stories we're writing, the art, sculpture, dance, poetry, graphics, baking, raising children or pets or just working to maintain friendships... the incredible surge of creativity we all experience and make time for in our lives -- it just makes me feel really good. However long or short a life, we all have some precious spark that adds something to the world.

I'm reminded of a wonderful Buddy Ebsen quote that I heard in 2003 when *he* passed away. He was asked why he took up painting in his 80's, after his acting career was over. His answer was, "Every day you go to bed without having created something that didn't exist that morning, is a day lost."

I think I'll go do some writing, and maybe bake some cookies.

♥

Joseph Pevney, who directed some of the best-loved episodes of the original "Star Trek" television series, has died. He was 96.

Pevney died May 18 at his home in Palm Desert, said his wife, Margo.

Pevney directed 14 episodes of the 1960s series, including "The City on the Edge of Forever," in which Capt. Kirk and Spock travel back in time to the Depression, and "The Trouble With Tribbles," in which the starship Enterprise is infested with cute, furry creatures.

*sniff*

http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/05/29/obit.pevney.ap/index.html

Mom and I just returned from the memorial service of a friend of ours, who passed away from breast cancer. As did her sister, three months ago. Her parents have now lost both their children in one year, and her sweet, wonderful husband has been left alone with their six year old and two year old daughters. The Navy better think twice about sending him to Iraq AGAIN, that's all I can say.

My friend was one of the special ones, blessed with many Gifts, a true joy in life, and a spirit you could see. She was so loved and cherished. We celebrated her as best we could.

Seize the day, my dear, precious friends. Make good memories, hug your family and yourself, and never hesitate to let people know you love them.

♥

Some of you know that a good friend of mine is a professor at Virginia Tech, where the shootings took place today. I'm so relieved to finally hear that he's all right. Here's his response to my e-mail:

"Thanks for your concern, Janet. My wife and I are OK, and so are all my students. But we are all devastated by this massacre. No one knows yet who has been killed and wounded, but we are bound to know someone who has been shot by this madman. Please keep our town and school in your thoughts and prayers. Especially the wounded, some of whom are struggling for their lives right now."

*sniff*

Dana Reeve has passed away. :(

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/03/07/reeve.obit/index.html

It's been a year since we lost

ethereal_hobbit, a dear, supportive, sweet, creative friend who touched the lives and hearts of many of us. We love you, Nivvie.

The smallest flower that breathes but a day
Distills its fragrance into sweet perfume,
Garbs itself with grace in bright array -
Exquisite, brief intensity in bloom.
Whether the notes of life are short or long,
From end to end what matters is the song.

from "A Measure of Life", Marjorie Wright Miller

I was very sorry to hear about

_redpanda_'s passing. She commented in my LJ a few times, and was always very sweet. The loss of anyone in our extended LOTR/LJ family is a great sadness.

Thank you for keeping the Enterprise working all those years, Scotty. We really enjoyed the voyages.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/07/20/obit.doohan.ap/index.html

Current Mood: sad

The San Diego papers are full of Comic Con news this week, and one of them printed a long, fascinating article by a local college professor named Chris Baron. Here are a few excerpts (paraphrased in places):

...that is the magic of Tolkien's work: he created a world so complex in its mythology and history, so stark in its clarity and purposes, that we are drawn to it, not just as fans who appreciate good literature or epic tales, but as citizens of a world where things are full of nature and supernature and yet, it all makes more sense. ... In the pages of Lewis and then Tolkien, I found a hope, a truth, and a faith that I couldn't understand, like waking up on a bright morning and just having that sense of knowing anything actually is possible. In the books I found a sense of joining in, that by reading, I was actually doing something, helping, transforming the world somehow. I imagine discussions breaking out over Gandalf's words in one of the last debates ... the going over of the nature of Evil in the world and what are good people supposed to do about it. Tolkien's desire to surface the ennoblement of the weak in the hobbits is an important thematic issue. There are so many others.

So while some of us go on to write our own stories and create our own worlds, others learn about faith and life and their lives are transformed, and some of us find a cape in our favorite color and learn every dialect of Elvish... just in case. Through joining in these adventures, all of us have a chance to be something in Tolkien's world other than what we are here and now, and through this journey we might find out more about who we really are in this world. Can we go too far in? Yes. But it is important to remember that Fantasy itself is not apart from reality. Tolkien writes in his essay, "On Fairy Stories," 'Fantasy does not blur the sharp outlines of the real world, for it depends on them.'

I realize that I'm not alone in Middle-earth. There are millions of others, and now through the movies, there are millions more whose lives are changed through the seasons of Tolkien's world. Just as we walk through this world in our own distinct way, Tolkien created a world that is big enough for us to walk through as citizens, as free peoples.

Tolkien's story speaks to all of us as individuals. That is its power.

Happy Birthday, Nivvie. May your spirit reside on gentle shores, feeling the love of those who hold you in our hearts.

The song went on. While he was looking at the landscape around him, he felt like he was being lifted up, carried into this song of life and eternity. This was kind of a mystery, for he remained at the same place where he had found himself just a few moments ago. His soul was lifted up and joined the song with its own melody.

Frodo revelled in this experience everytime, and he was enjoying its intensity more and more. His own song had transformed from a sad, weary one to a melody filled with radiant happiness and acceptance. And Frodo was now aware of his own, personal song; a few notes perhaps in the whole melody, but it was definitely adding to its eternal beauty.

From "Tho' in Distant Lands we Sigh" by Nivina (ethereal_hobbit)

ethereal_hobbit, our dear Nivina, has died in a tragic accident. I'm so shaken up I can't even think straight.

*clings to all of you*

The smallest flower that breathes but a day
Distills its fragrance into sweet perfume,
Garbs itself with grace in bright array -
Exquisite, brief intensity in bloom.
Whether the notes of life are short or long,
From end to end what matters is the song.

from "A Measure of Life", Marjorie Wright Miller

But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say.
And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day.
~~~~~ Rodgers and Hammerstein

Farewell, Christopher Reeve.

You bow to no one.

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Comfort, Chuckles, and Cuddles. And Hobbits.

For friends of lbilover

Ian Holm has sailed into the West

My friend Kimbra

In Memorium

Farewell, David Bowie

Thank you for enhancing our treks through the stars, Mr. Spock

Into the West

"Sing Me Home"

Another one lost to us

A sad farewell

Nothing's forgotten...

My friend

A day to remember

For Lorie

I stand and face the West...

She was a special one

Heath Ledger

Beam him up, Scotty

Not such a cheery post this time

Virginia Polytechnic

This just breaks my heart

You're in our hearts

A sadness

Beam me up, Captain

In praise of Tolkien

I stand for a moment and face the West

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May you find peace, dear one

You were truly super, Chris

"The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King"

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