Tol-Timpinen

There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Shaken, Not Stirred!

Shaken, Not Stirred!

More fanfic-ness. Will update with quality rating later.