Well you are most welcome. And I must say, I have learned so much from you, not just about Middle-earth but about life, in the short time I have been here that I cannot imagine life now without you in it, even if it is just cyberspace. so thankyou.
Next I have chosen the mysterious, rather terrifying, yet at times unwittingly kind Vee.
She eludes me really(is it a she, I cannot remember, somehow I always think of fire as a she)
and that is part of her intrigue.
I remember the thrill of fear I felt when I viewed Fellowship of the rings for the first time and saw one of the Nazgul. My daughter said "oh cool" and I shivered. And when he cut the head off that poor man who merely asked who went there, well the elf in me was stirred up and I was at mental war with the creatures if they can be called that.
Even though a sworn enemy to the Nine, still I would like to honor the strength, wit, cunning and power they did wield during the height of their mission.
So I have thought a lot about this and decided to travel right to the vicinity of Mordor and collect some molten rock from the former crack of mount doom and haul it back on a cart pulled by my steed. I searched and searched until I found a rather large mass of it that was somehow different from the other. It was black as night but retained tiny splashes of red like fire hidden in pockets of the rock. It was perfect.
From that I carved painstakingly the form of the Witchking mounted upon his winged serpent. I used a method with one of my larger tools that created a rather wavy bent to the cloak of the Nazgul and the wings and tail of the winged thing and that gave a distinct feeling of swift motion.I then melted silver and rubies and poured out thin threads of the liquid masses to create lightning bolts that came from within the masked face of the Nazgul, that was the red, and the silver sparks and lightnings came forth from the crown atop his head.
I mounted this upon a single spiked type of weapon, Grondy knows the name of it, I am sorry I do not. It stands nearly seven feet above ground and is a very chilling and detailed work.
I present this to Vee to grudgingly honor the terrifying feeling the presence of the Nine inspired and the power that was once so great that even the most fearless were deeply affected when they swooped across the terrified heavens in pursuit of the One Ring. So here you go dear Vee.