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The Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards 2005


I got the MEFA awards announcement as I was crawling off to bed last night. I have to say how pleased I was to see that reading the winners made me think of my friends list!

I hope I caught all of you - I have to admit the list is presented in a completely overwhelming fashion, and my logic skills were screaming "Oh no! Pop quiz!" So if I missed you, please point me to your story ---

About three days ago I finally figured out the dual reason why I can't navigate the MEFA site -

1) Since I had to join the Yahoo group to get the mailings, I was trying to log in with my yahoo password and name. Oh, how wrong that was!

2) Nothing at the site works correctly for me in Mozilla. But Chris asked me to read something to her, and when I gave up in frustration and opened the site in Safari -- Voila!!!

Did they take Drabbles in all the categories this year? wow.

so, thank you, *so* much to the people who said nice things to me, and next year I should be able to return the favor at last!!



Forodwaith (you kicked major butt! How many did you win?)
annmarwalk
faramir_boromir
Alawa
Marta
Nilmandra
Nancy Brooke
Dwimordene
Wild Iris
juno_magic
Starlight
shadow975
stultiloquentia
just_sphinx
Avon
Nessime

Kortirion
You cleaned up as well, but I was especially pleased to see you take a first with The Sky Wept Diamonds! How many of us do I feel are connected through that story!

for the "music" challenge at tolkien_weekly

Thank you, professor
( The Valley is Jolly )

Ithilien

Anduin, mother of waters, carries within her all of our world. Snow melt from the roof of the world has gathered to her heart the heart of all the lands she washes as she journeys South. She flows broad and bright by the time she reaches the Garden of Gondor. Ithilien greets her at the border of Anorien with moonflowers, craving her blessing.

Next the banks bloom in variegated thyme, symbol of courage and persistence; then lemon balm and peppermint spread the scent of healing as they run rioting over the paths. Meadowsweet twines the fragrance of happiness where clover and chamomile promise the redemption of love. Sweet grass , whose scent clears the mind, joins wild dianthus to open the heart.

For awhile Anduin goes more slowly, hiding in the reeds, before surging forward again as she catches the scent of the sea and runs onward to meet the sun. But before she leaves the lands of the moon, fennel and yarrow will add to her song – protection, sweet mother, for all the lands within reach of your cold, swift flowing tears.

I kneel and drink deeply of the waters of the moon. Then, rising to go, I drop the green sprig I have been holding in my right hand into the dancing gleam.

Rosemary – that’s for remembrance.