"...And the manfools piled rocks on rocks and raised a treesie roof, hammers
saws tear the skin of goodsie wood... ...and laughs at the Woodsie lord. ...and
when learns the lord of this, He sends his beastesses to the manfools... ...who
attacks and hammers saws their useless fleshes, and build him a house of they
rotting skins."
-- Unattributed song

Untill next attempt this song is great, lets go and eat, the pink Unicorn is dead meat!
Slashing my way back up, level 41 and currently looking for revenge.

good one mika

Congrats to all who did attempt yet by the way

The name Legolas is a Silvan dialect form of pure Sindarin Laegolas, Greenleaf. It consists of the Sindarin words laeg, green; and golas, a collection of leaves, foliage (being a prefixed collective form of las(s), leaf). The Quenya form (mentioned in the Book of Lost Tales in the context of another character of that name) is Laiqualassë.

There might, however, be a certain meaning to his name: laeg is a very rare, archaic word for green, which is normally replaced by calen (cf. Calenhad, mutated Parth Galen and plural Pinnath Gelin) and is otherwise almost only preserved in Laegrim, Laegel(d)rim (Sindarin form of Quenya Laiquendi), the Green Elves of the First Age. It may be that Thranduil named his son Legolas to at least in part refer to this people, who were remote kin and ancestors of the later Silvan Elves, the people Thranduil ruled and to whom - very likely - Thranduil's wife belonged.


good morning and im starting a bit to slash..

Good morning and good luck. I'm 57 atm.

The Fellowship took leave of Lothlórien after receiving several gifts. Legolas was given a new longbow from the Galadhrim, along with the other gifts that Galadriel and Celeborn gave him and the rest of the Fellowship, such as Elven cloaks and lembas. Legolas later received a warning from Galadriel (through Gandalf, who had returned from death):

"Legolas Greenleaf long under tree
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more."[1]




lvl 54 only..

I am level 51 and o'boy you better read this, rumours say that this ritual increases your chances to get lucky.

"Vine grow and twine green and curl chokes and bind
Leaves unfurled thornsie spine tumble wall wreath and
Bine cover all leafsie mine call the vine call the
Green bringsie forth world be seen!

"Storm black and blow swirly gust strain winds flow
Pushing dust storm clouds grow darksie clouds
Lightning throw misty shroud freezie snow call the
Storm call the gray bringsie forth world's old way!

"Flame burning heat fences charred blazie sheet black
And tar manflesh meat melting gears dance and leap
Manfool's fear come to reap call the fire call the red
Bringsie forth past not dead!

"Tide rise and fall river flood rain and squall
Churning mud dam break all sea waves wash swampy
Squall sewer slosh drain pipes stall call the wave
Call the blue bringsie forth world anew!

"Stone grind and quake shatter tile call and shake
Break apile chip and flake darry soil windows break
Earthy toil wall unmake call earth call the brown
Bringsie forth world thrown down!

"Night smother light black brick lamp done with bright
Dew and damp smother tight dark and hide foolsie sight
Stay inside fear the night call the dark call the
Black bringsie forth I call it back!

--Unattributed ritual for Master Quest.

hmm --- you guys and Intrasiege should have a poetry contest

thanks for attempting to bring some culture to LS

yeah mika is our poet now!

It's early morning
The sun comes out
Last night was shaking
And pretty loud
My cat is purring
And scratches my skin
So what is wrong
With another sin
The bitch is hungry
She needs to tell
So give her inches
And feed her well
More days to come
New places to go
I've got to leave
It's time for a show

Here I am, slash you like a hurricane
Here I am, slash you like a hurricane

My body is burning
It starts to shout
Desire is coming
It breaks out loud
Lust is in cages
Till storm breaks loose
Just have to make it
With someone I choose
The night is calling
I have to go
The wolf is hungry
He runs to show
He's licking his lips
He's ready to win
On the hunt tonight
For love at first sting

Here I am, slash you like a hurricane

This post was edited by amigo on Sep 22 2007 08:53am