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Well. I click it and nothing happens. I copy/paste it and put it into 2 different browsers, and nothing happens.
Perhaps it will work from home. Maybe some kind of a block is in place on the work system.
But both browsers just tell me "file not found."
I'll keep at it until the system cracks, or I do. (I suspect I'll crack first.)
Perhaps it will work from home. Maybe some kind of a block is in place on the work system.
But both browsers just tell me "file not found."
I'll keep at it until the system cracks, or I do. (I suspect I'll crack first.)
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I see if I can work the link out tomorrow.
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I think it's because it's a file in your own Downloads folder. You're simply viewing it in your browser. It's not uploaded online, so it's not possible to share it. Perhaps try attaching the file to your post here, using the 'attach files' button?
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Yeah probably. I'll try to find the og today.
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It works for me.
...And I'm telling you now, Curufin's 'Angered by' and 'Bad habits' lists are extensive. 😂
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It looks great! Thanks @Tyelkormo the Fair !
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Success. Downloaded. Set aside for when needed.
I think in some ways this isn't only a good template for building (learning and understanding) ones own characters, but if one were to take this template and fit OTHER authors characters into it, they might deepen their understanding of the character in view as well.
Consider, for example, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.
Also think about evaluating Professor Snape through such a process.
Thank you very much.
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Hi Ent. This is the ending to my Fanfic, I hope you like it.
The Last Farewell
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass through the gentle hills of Hobbiton. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, golden rays over the quiet gathering. Beneath the sprawling oak tree that had stood for centuries, Samwise Gamgee’s grave lay nestled among the wildflowers—lilies, asters, and daisies bending slightly under the weight of the morning dew. It was a peaceful resting place, fitting for the one who had spent his life nurturing the earth and all who dwelt upon it.
The entire Gardner family had come, surrounding the grave in solemn silence—children, grandchildren, and kin who bore Sam’s legacy in their blood, each reflecting on the love he had poured into their lives. They stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces etched with grief, but also reverence for the hobbit who had given them everything.
Gandalf, standing tall with his staff resting lightly against the ground, was motionless, his face unreadable beneath the wide brim of his hat. Beside him, Elrond observed the gathering with quiet dignity, his ancient eyes reflecting both sorrow and admiration.
But it was Frodo who stood at the foot of the grave, his hands clasped before him, his heart weighing heavy in his chest. He had known this day would come—had tried to prepare himself for it—but now, faced with the absence of his dearest friend, words felt like fragile things, insufficient to hold the depth of love and grief filling his soul.
Taking a deep breath, he looked out at the gathered family, then down at the polished wood bearing Sam’s name. He let the silence settle for a moment longer before speaking.
"There are many tales of great deeds—of heroes who wield swords, who fight wars, and whose names are carved into legend. But the truest hero I have ever known was a gardener from the Shire."
A soft breeze stirred the leaves above, whispering through the crowd.
"Samwise Gamgee was never meant to carry the burdens he did. He was a simple hobbit, content with good earth beneath his feet and a quiet life. And yet, when the world trembled, when darkness sought to swallow everything whole, he carried not only himself, but me, and all of Middle-earth upon his shoulders."
"Not because he sought glory. Not because he wished for songs to be sung in his name. But because that is who he was—kind, steadfast, and unbreakable in heart. Where kings have stumbled, Sam stood. Where great warriors fell, he endured. And through it all, he never lost the one thing we all fought to protect—hope."
Frodo swallowed, steadying himself against the wave of emotion threatening to take him.
"I once told Sam that he would never leave me. And he never did. Not in the deepest of shadows, not even when my own strength failed me. And now, though he rests here, though the seasons will change and time will carry us all forward, I know that he is not truly gone. He lives in every flower that blooms, in every sunrise over these gentle hills, in every laugh of his children and theirs after them. His love for the Shire was boundless, and because of him, it will never fade."
He exhaled softly, looking one last time at the carved letters upon the wood.
"So let us not mourn his passing, but celebrate the life he lived. For he lived it well. And though there is sorrow in our hearts, let us remember—Samwise Gamgee never belonged to grief. He belonged to joy, to friendship, to love. And even now, I do not believe he is truly far from us."
A single ray of light broke through the branches above, casting a warm glow upon the grave. As Frodo stepped back, allowing the moment to settle, Gandalf placed a hand upon his shoulder. Elrond bowed his head in silent respect.
And as the family gathered closer, whispering soft farewells to the one who had given them everything, the gentle wind carried their words away, lifting them into the sky, where the echoes of Samwise Gamgee would never fade.
Final Note: The Closing of an Age
And so, the echoes of Middle-earth slowly fade into the folds of time, carried gently by the winds that swept over its rivers, forests, and mountains. The battles are fought, the burdens lifted, and the darkness unmade.
The world moves forward. The lands of Men stretch farther than ever before, their cities standing tall upon the bones of history. The Elves remain, though fewer, their songs lingering in the ancient places where starlight meets the earth. The Hobbits live on in quiet contentment, their laughter weaving through the green fields of the Shire, untouched by the wars beyond their borders.
Magic withdraws. No longer do wizards roam the lands, no longer does unseen power shape the tides of fate. The great forces that once stirred have faded, their purpose fulfilled, leaving only memory.
Yet, in the far corners of the world, where forgotten paths lie beneath canopies of gold, the faint notes of elven melodies still drift upon the evening breeze.
Middle-earth endures—not as it once was, but as it is meant to be. A place for those who remain. A land of peace, where old struggles become legend, where sorrow gives way to renewal.
And as its final tales settle into history, the stars that watch over the world shine no less brightly.
For though the great stories have ended, Middle-earth is never truly lost.
It lives on—in song, in memory, in the whispers of the wind.
And perhaps, in the hearts of those who still believe.
The End
The Last Farewell
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass through the gentle hills of Hobbiton. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, golden rays over the quiet gathering. Beneath the sprawling oak tree that had stood for centuries, Samwise Gamgee’s grave lay nestled among the wildflowers—lilies, asters, and daisies bending slightly under the weight of the morning dew. It was a peaceful resting place, fitting for the one who had spent his life nurturing the earth and all who dwelt upon it.
The entire Gardner family had come, surrounding the grave in solemn silence—children, grandchildren, and kin who bore Sam’s legacy in their blood, each reflecting on the love he had poured into their lives. They stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces etched with grief, but also reverence for the hobbit who had given them everything.
Gandalf, standing tall with his staff resting lightly against the ground, was motionless, his face unreadable beneath the wide brim of his hat. Beside him, Elrond observed the gathering with quiet dignity, his ancient eyes reflecting both sorrow and admiration.
But it was Frodo who stood at the foot of the grave, his hands clasped before him, his heart weighing heavy in his chest. He had known this day would come—had tried to prepare himself for it—but now, faced with the absence of his dearest friend, words felt like fragile things, insufficient to hold the depth of love and grief filling his soul.
Taking a deep breath, he looked out at the gathered family, then down at the polished wood bearing Sam’s name. He let the silence settle for a moment longer before speaking.
"There are many tales of great deeds—of heroes who wield swords, who fight wars, and whose names are carved into legend. But the truest hero I have ever known was a gardener from the Shire."
A soft breeze stirred the leaves above, whispering through the crowd.
"Samwise Gamgee was never meant to carry the burdens he did. He was a simple hobbit, content with good earth beneath his feet and a quiet life. And yet, when the world trembled, when darkness sought to swallow everything whole, he carried not only himself, but me, and all of Middle-earth upon his shoulders."
"Not because he sought glory. Not because he wished for songs to be sung in his name. But because that is who he was—kind, steadfast, and unbreakable in heart. Where kings have stumbled, Sam stood. Where great warriors fell, he endured. And through it all, he never lost the one thing we all fought to protect—hope."
Frodo swallowed, steadying himself against the wave of emotion threatening to take him.
"I once told Sam that he would never leave me. And he never did. Not in the deepest of shadows, not even when my own strength failed me. And now, though he rests here, though the seasons will change and time will carry us all forward, I know that he is not truly gone. He lives in every flower that blooms, in every sunrise over these gentle hills, in every laugh of his children and theirs after them. His love for the Shire was boundless, and because of him, it will never fade."
He exhaled softly, looking one last time at the carved letters upon the wood.
"So let us not mourn his passing, but celebrate the life he lived. For he lived it well. And though there is sorrow in our hearts, let us remember—Samwise Gamgee never belonged to grief. He belonged to joy, to friendship, to love. And even now, I do not believe he is truly far from us."
A single ray of light broke through the branches above, casting a warm glow upon the grave. As Frodo stepped back, allowing the moment to settle, Gandalf placed a hand upon his shoulder. Elrond bowed his head in silent respect.
And as the family gathered closer, whispering soft farewells to the one who had given them everything, the gentle wind carried their words away, lifting them into the sky, where the echoes of Samwise Gamgee would never fade.
Final Note: The Closing of an Age
And so, the echoes of Middle-earth slowly fade into the folds of time, carried gently by the winds that swept over its rivers, forests, and mountains. The battles are fought, the burdens lifted, and the darkness unmade.
The world moves forward. The lands of Men stretch farther than ever before, their cities standing tall upon the bones of history. The Elves remain, though fewer, their songs lingering in the ancient places where starlight meets the earth. The Hobbits live on in quiet contentment, their laughter weaving through the green fields of the Shire, untouched by the wars beyond their borders.
Magic withdraws. No longer do wizards roam the lands, no longer does unseen power shape the tides of fate. The great forces that once stirred have faded, their purpose fulfilled, leaving only memory.
Yet, in the far corners of the world, where forgotten paths lie beneath canopies of gold, the faint notes of elven melodies still drift upon the evening breeze.
Middle-earth endures—not as it once was, but as it is meant to be. A place for those who remain. A land of peace, where old struggles become legend, where sorrow gives way to renewal.
And as its final tales settle into history, the stars that watch over the world shine no less brightly.
For though the great stories have ended, Middle-earth is never truly lost.
It lives on—in song, in memory, in the whispers of the wind.
And perhaps, in the hearts of those who still believe.
The End
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Having read, one could rewrite this in the moment at hand as follows:
"Ent swallowed, steadying himself against the wave of emotion threatening to take him."
Well done. Well done indeed.
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Thanks Ent. This was my last foray into the fanfic side of things. Unfortunately, life catches up with you and throws many curveballs to which can overwhelm your resilience and patience. So, it just leaves me to say, to you and everyone here at TTF, thanks for making my time spent here an enjoyable one.
Edregol vín sí, dan guren bado athrad le na nîf goliath.
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Well, @Kiredor, I do know a thing or two of life's unexpected corridors, pathways, and paved roads - and being paved into the asphalt with and under it all, myself, as well.
Yet here I am, older than yesterday, and more deeply involved in my book development than ever before - also much to my surprise. It has epanded well beyond my wildest expectation, and taken on a form not originally intended, but essential.
I'm deep into the "Glossary of Terms" at the moment, including their Defintion, Contextualization, and Application. The needed terms to grasp the concepts must be re-cast to be seen as they really are, rather than as they have come to be, as cultural pressure has severely limited them consistent with the desired conditioning necessary to maintain a conformed populace.
That said, I trust and hope your obvious creativity continues to locate avenues and exercise itself in them, in ways satisfactory to the health of the self and well-being of the soul.
The world is set against you. It is set against all of us in our fundamental being and proper exercise thereof.
But at the end of the day, in spite of its efforts to enslave and conform us, we still own ourselves - we are not owned. And though it be hard - at times seemingly impossible - we must continue our fight.
Be well, however and wherever you fare.
Yet here I am, older than yesterday, and more deeply involved in my book development than ever before - also much to my surprise. It has epanded well beyond my wildest expectation, and taken on a form not originally intended, but essential.
I'm deep into the "Glossary of Terms" at the moment, including their Defintion, Contextualization, and Application. The needed terms to grasp the concepts must be re-cast to be seen as they really are, rather than as they have come to be, as cultural pressure has severely limited them consistent with the desired conditioning necessary to maintain a conformed populace.
That said, I trust and hope your obvious creativity continues to locate avenues and exercise itself in them, in ways satisfactory to the health of the self and well-being of the soul.
The world is set against you. It is set against all of us in our fundamental being and proper exercise thereof.
But at the end of the day, in spite of its efforts to enslave and conform us, we still own ourselves - we are not owned. And though it be hard - at times seemingly impossible - we must continue our fight.
Be well, however and wherever you fare.
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Just finished a 759-word long letter from Galadriel to our heroine, in which she relates a vision in her Mirror concerning said heroine. The letter dates to a few years after the War of the Ring and before Galadriel leaves Middle-earth.
She is unsure of the meaning of the vision and hesitates to reveal it to our heroine as it is dangerous to interpret said visions, as she explained to Frodo and Sam.
So she writes a letter explaining the vision and the circumstances that prompted her to receive it, and trusts to Eru and fate to place it in our heroine's hands at the right time.
I'm happy because it ties in events in Book 1 and Book 4 together as well as foreshadowing an important event in Book 5.
She is unsure of the meaning of the vision and hesitates to reveal it to our heroine as it is dangerous to interpret said visions, as she explained to Frodo and Sam.
So she writes a letter explaining the vision and the circumstances that prompted her to receive it, and trusts to Eru and fate to place it in our heroine's hands at the right time.
I'm happy because it ties in events in Book 1 and Book 4 together as well as foreshadowing an important event in Book 5.
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Finished editing the two most recent chapters. Tightened them up considerably.
Partway through another editing pass thru the first chapter of Volume IV. Hope to bind a few copies in about a month. I've gotten gobs of good ideas over the last 3 1/2 weeks of art camp.
Partway through another editing pass thru the first chapter of Volume IV. Hope to bind a few copies in about a month. I've gotten gobs of good ideas over the last 3 1/2 weeks of art camp.
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I'm finally publishing the last solo work I've finished. Hope you all like it if you decided to read it.
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Fanfic - One Life For The Sake of The Rest
Chapter 1: The High King Marches He blinked his eyes open, the crisp air sending shivers down his poorly clad form. The scent of cypress tickled his nose. The light and misty wind caressed his skin softly. He smiled, reaching out with a hand, hoping to find his little nephew by his...
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I'm Finally posting this on TTF as well. Some of you might recall me mentioning how I was starting to work on my Of Doom & Death series but changed my mind as I wrote down my idea. Well, this is what it ended up to be. This story is heavily inspired by old wives' tales and folklore regarding...
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Well, I trust we're all still writing, creating, structuring, editing, developing story arcs and delving into the magical realm of words at their finest?!
My book has expanded significantly in direction, scope, arc, and content. Structure has been modified accordingly, with Books 2 and 3 (now essential) set in place for the future.
I'm continuing forward with the key terms necessary for the Glossary - and as expected, nailing down these terms--including their Definition, Contextualization and Application as they will be used in the work, is informing the 'rest of the story.'
Book One will provide us the problem (inability to think correctly), the solution (how to begin the process of doing so), and the tools we need to begin our journey out of the abyss we're really in. It will hint at the spiritual sources and applications of the issue at hand.
Book Two will significantly expand the understanding of it all, and deepen expansion of the tools in specific arenas of our lives. It will also take deeper steps into the spiritual roots of why humanity sees things the way they do, and reacts to them accordingly.
Book Three will be a full-on revelation of what the Bible reveals to us, directly related to the 'problem and solution' coveredd in Books One and Two, regarding how to think, and how to grow.
Books One and Two are more for "all people" as the principles apply regardless of our worldviews. In fact, they are essential, BECAUSE OF our worldviews.
Book Three will only be for those interested in the depths to which the System and the Machine have gone to supporess what has always been there from the beginning - or those still willing to continue operating free from the conditioning leading to naught but Opinion.
(Yes, it all still stems from my original concept of The Religion of Opinion - but Opinion is just the symptom. What we must see and deal with is the root problem preventing us from growing beyond Opinion.)
It is going to be an entertaining ride down the 'yellow brick road' - in some ways, quite literally - exposing the Emerald City for what it really is, and pulling back the curtain hiding the "man behind it" in numerous ways.
As I've developed the full arc of what's going on here, deepened my own understanding, and arrived at the current waystation I'm at along the way, this has been an incredible journey.
Now I'm closing in on getting the key words properly placed in the realms they really should be understood in, and will be ready to fly once they've fully informed the rest of the work.
I'll open it out soon in different ways. I'm staying 'intentionally vague' for now. Thank you for your patience.
My book has expanded significantly in direction, scope, arc, and content. Structure has been modified accordingly, with Books 2 and 3 (now essential) set in place for the future.
I'm continuing forward with the key terms necessary for the Glossary - and as expected, nailing down these terms--including their Definition, Contextualization and Application as they will be used in the work, is informing the 'rest of the story.'
Book One will provide us the problem (inability to think correctly), the solution (how to begin the process of doing so), and the tools we need to begin our journey out of the abyss we're really in. It will hint at the spiritual sources and applications of the issue at hand.
Book Two will significantly expand the understanding of it all, and deepen expansion of the tools in specific arenas of our lives. It will also take deeper steps into the spiritual roots of why humanity sees things the way they do, and reacts to them accordingly.
Book Three will be a full-on revelation of what the Bible reveals to us, directly related to the 'problem and solution' coveredd in Books One and Two, regarding how to think, and how to grow.
Books One and Two are more for "all people" as the principles apply regardless of our worldviews. In fact, they are essential, BECAUSE OF our worldviews.
Book Three will only be for those interested in the depths to which the System and the Machine have gone to supporess what has always been there from the beginning - or those still willing to continue operating free from the conditioning leading to naught but Opinion.
(Yes, it all still stems from my original concept of The Religion of Opinion - but Opinion is just the symptom. What we must see and deal with is the root problem preventing us from growing beyond Opinion.)
It is going to be an entertaining ride down the 'yellow brick road' - in some ways, quite literally - exposing the Emerald City for what it really is, and pulling back the curtain hiding the "man behind it" in numerous ways.
As I've developed the full arc of what's going on here, deepened my own understanding, and arrived at the current waystation I'm at along the way, this has been an incredible journey.
Now I'm closing in on getting the key words properly placed in the realms they really should be understood in, and will be ready to fly once they've fully informed the rest of the work.
I'll open it out soon in different ways. I'm staying 'intentionally vague' for now. Thank you for your patience.
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