Jack Vettriano The Rooms of a Stranger

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other weapon, she would have knocked thier stupid, ugly blocks off; as it was, she raised her sword, and wished for luck... A lot of luck.
Then the things drew their weapons; all filthy fifteen of them, only to reveal that they were armad with what looked like oversized kitchen utinsils. Then they all started roaring, with glee, as they gloated over their apparent victim... namely, Mythri.
"Get 'er!" said Lip-Licker, who seemed to be their leader, brandishing a large fork.
Mythri wished she could use her magic, but that she couldn't; she could only use her powers to protect another, it was one of the few limitations she had as a Watcher. She made wide arc, with the sword, wishing, for all she was worth, that she could have some help. She made another sweep, this time managing to knock one out. This made the other fourteen all the angrier, which didnt help, at all.
She felt hoof beats in the earth; someone was coming. They were coming at a gallop; they would be there soon. It was only one rider, she like an old man, behind her, astride a great horse. The magic she felt in him, was of course, enough to prove he wasn't human; but that still left the question of what he was.
"Who are you?" she asked, having found strait-forwardness to have worked on more than one occasion.
"I have many names," said the rider. "Supose you tell me your's."

Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by Rankin

Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by RankinJack Vettriano You Can't Come To This Party!Jack Vettriano Yesterday's DreamsJack Vettriano Working the Lounge Frodo Baggins has just left for Valinor and Samwise Gamgee, his best friend, can’t help but be torn in two. He left for the Grey Havens; the up the lane and he was met by his young daughter Elanor. He picked her up and out of the door came Sam’s wife Rosie and the latest edition to the family, Frodo.‘Well I’m back.’ He said as he kissed Elanor’s cheek. He walked into his hole and closed the door. He missed Mr Frodo terribly but he knew that one day he would join his master again.~--*--~Frodo Baggins was feeling just the same as Sam. He felt as if he was torn in two. It had been very difficult to let Sam and everyone else behind but in his heart, Frodo knew that the only way that he was to recover from his quest was to go to the Undying Lands.place where he could heal from all his wounds and sorrow that he had to endure during the War of the Ring.
Sam knows that he must continue on with his life now that has master is gone. Frodo gave him a red leather book. ‘The last pages are for you Sam.’ He had said before he got onto the ship. Sam opened the book and read a few lines. It was Frodo’s script and he couldn’t help but silently weep.
He followed Merry and Pippin back home. They parted when they reached Crickhollow and Sam went on into Hobbiton. He walkedHe was sitting by the wall of his new room for the journey on his bed when Gandalf came in with a tray of tea. ‘Hello Frodo, are you all right.’ He asked when he saw Frodo’s tear stained face. ‘This is for the best Frodo. You know that don’t you?’
‘Yes Gandalf, I understand. It’s just I have lived in Hobbiton nearly my whole

Jack Vettriano Jealous Heart

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For the record, I usually write an older Legolas than most people do, a century or so younger than Arwen, but hopefully that won’t impair your enjoyment of the story!)
I had hoped to have a bit more of this wout of my way!”The sound, accompanied by madly racing footsteps, was familiar. The Elves gathered in the entrance hall of the Last Homely House exchanged glances and smiles as the shout was closely followed by a dark-haired young ellon, looking as panicked as though he were being chased by a balrog. He wove in and out of the throng with surprising agility, even for an Elf.“What have you done this time, Elrohir?” a slender Elf dressed in a silvery-grey gown asked him as he passed her.“Nothing, Nana, I swear.” The young Elf paused at the door and risked a glance over his shoulder. At the sight of a pair of ellyn appearing at the top of the stairs, he groanedritten before I started posting, but it looks like I need a looming deadline to motivate me to write it. *g* I do hope to keep to a fairly regular schedule as far as updates are concerned.
Many thanks to my wonderful beta, Calenlass, for advice, suggestions and patience with questions.
SUMMARY: Legolas and his mother are enjoying a summer in Rivendell. Unexpected events in their home lead to tragic consequences nobody could have anticipated. Angst, friendship.
WARNINGS: None at the moment, but there will be major angst in later chapters.
CHAPTER 1: In Imladris
“Out of my way, . “My Queen, will you not give me sanctuary? I swear I have done nothing to deserve this!”
The dark-haired elleth thus addressed only laughed. With another groan, Elrohir

Jack Vettriano La Fille a la Moto II

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much and every time they did meet. Aragorn was always at Legolas’ side. Haldir was truly jealous of the ranger for he had one Legolas’ friendship. He did not allow his jealousy to show, even though Legolas new it was there.nearly there my friend,” Said Aragorn as he smiled at his friend.“Thank you Aragorn.”“LEGOLAS” shout Merry as he ran up to the elf, his smile widened.“Merry” said Legolas as he weakly ruffled the Hobbit’s hair “May I sit Aragorn?” said Legolas, he was slightly out of breath.“Shall you remain here in Lothlorien?” asked Merry, his smile now gone from his face.“No, I shall still travel with you. I mean to keep the promise I made to Frodo.”Merry’s smile returned to his face.Soon the rest of the fellowship came and greeted the elf. Boromir was slow to join them, but he was soon laughing and joking with the rest of the fellowship.
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Aragorn slowly helped Legolas to the area that the fellowship had been situated. The fellowship had been eager to see the elf again and it gave him comfort to know that they had been concerned for him.
When he had first joined the fellowship he knew that the hobbits were a little wary of him. They did not understand the elf for he was different to the ones they had met in Rivendel.
“We are Legolas’ strength began to return to him through out the day. Soon he was able to stand and walk by himself. Occasionally he would use a tree for support. But his elven healing was really beginning to show.

Jack Vettriano A Very Dangerous Beach

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blushing. Almira was just the opposite. She was pissed. Uh-oh.
Glorfindel disentangled himself from her muttering something along the lines of, "No way in hell," and all but ran away to help his fellows, while Almira staright, I almost forgot. Of course, the fact that I’m wearing a sling could not have possibly tipped you off."Her eyes narrowed, but before she could reply Glorfindel called me over to him. Until then I hadn't noticed the weird looks the other elves exchanged behind my back after hearing our conversation."I owe you one for getting me out of there," I said as I walked up to him."I’m sure one day you will be able to repay the favor," he replied."Sad, but true. So what did you need me for?""I was wondering if you had any camping supplies of your own amongst these bags.""No. No, I don’t. Bugger." Glorfindel just quirked an eyebrow in response. I was really looking forward to sleeping until now. Now that I realized I didn’t have lked past me, bumping into my shoulder. My injured shoulder.
"Ouch! What the hell?" I cried.
"Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I had absolutely no idea you had injured your shoulder. I was passed out during the fight. Don’t you remember?"
Sure she didn’t. I would have believed her if she didn’t look quite so self-satisfied. I wanted to scream at her that yes, I did in fact remember, seeing as I helped save her passed out ass. But whatever. I didn’t need this.
"That’s any supplies, it kind of took all the joy out of it.
"It figures. Leave it to you to be unprepared," Almira sneered walking over to us.

Jack Vettriano Mr Cool

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conveniently gained all the necessary knowledge to communicate. Because, Heaven forbid Mary-Sue would have to do work and learn a language. But how many languages and to what extent I knew them was still a mystery to me. Concerning my earlier conversation with Glorfindel, I was pretty sure I was speaking Elvish because that’s what he was speaking. This proved my theory correct because I did it without thinking. This train of thought only served to depress me because it once again made it all too clear I was really trapped in Middle-Earth. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon how you look at it) I didn’t have too much of a chance to dwell on it because at that moment I was roughly thrown to the ground.
“Hey, what the-,” I began but stopped when I caught sight of what had caused my being thrown to the ground. An arrow, one I assumchance to thank my Elven savior I was picked up and thrown against said tree, along with Almira, while the Elves pulled out their weapons and prepared to face the approaching Orcs.As I watched them I realized one very important detail: my hands were still bound. “Hey, hey! Untie me!” I cried.One of the Elves turned to me. “Be quiet,” he hissed. “We will look after you. What good would it do if you can’t even use a weapon? Besides how do we know you ed was an Orc arrow due to the black fletching was lodged in a tree next to where I had been standing. The wonderful reflexes of my Elven companion had just saved me from being skewered. Never had I been so happy to have been captured by Elves as right then.
But before I had a didn’t orchestrate this so you could escape?”
Ok, so he had a point. But I didn’t have time to reply because at that moment the Orcs charged and our captors were busy defending themselves and us. Did I mention how happy I was to have Elves around? Their skills for fighting were amazing. I mean let’s face it, the Orcs didn’t stand a chance against beings who had most likely had centuries of practice. It was a massacre. That being said, I was having a hard time trying not to be sick. We have all seen at least one battle scene in a movie, but it is nothing like the real

Jack Vettriano On Parade II

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far as Logan was concerned. “Oh, never mind. Just take me to Brie, o—all right?”
The more Aragorn observed Logan, the more convinced he became that the man was mad. He even sounded odd. Elrond would be very interested in him indeed. “All right,” he said, picking up the pieces of his sword and sliding them back into the sheath. T ‘French’, whatever that means.”“But we’re in France!”“Who told you that?”“You did! You said we were going to Brie, and since Brie is the name of a French cheese, I assumed that the village of Brie was in France!”“That was your assumption. I don’t know any France.”Logan grabbed Strider by the arm. “Wait, wait,” he said. “Let’s just clear this up. Where exactly are we?”“I’ve told you before,” said Aragorn. Logan had a very strong griphe appearance of having a sword usually deterred those who would otherwise harm him. If that didn’t work, well, he would have to trust that Logan truly meant no harm and could be relied upon in emergencies. "I'm staying here tonight, but tomorrow, I'll take you to Bree."
It was very wet, and Logan was getting more and more miserable. Damn this bloody French weather. Wasn’t France supposed to be all sunny? He became even less happy when he saw ‘Brie’. He’d imagined a French town to be quaint and picturesque. ‘Ugly’ was the only word he could use to describe this place. It looked like something out of Monty Python. He wrinkled his nose when he caught a whiff of the air. Did everyone in this place have blocked toilets? “This is Brie?” he hissed to his companion.
“Yes,” said Strider. “We’re headed for the Prancing Pony. It is an inn.”
“The Prancing Pony? That’s an odd French name. For one, it isn’t even French.”
“I never said it was. “We are in the