"What is this?" The routes of my tree and it's underworld shacked within the earths crust, it seems as an inner thunder and storm cracked its hardest soil whom awakening it pushed my body to rise as its Goddess. Nature had its cycles, but my apples yet not matured by the fruition of the summer celebration jumped from it's branches for it's wicked prelude.
Attentive as a witness had find entities crossing over, from all legions and parts in a colliding clash, each vibrational circuit was held on different bases, one called Alice, the other an Ivory Tower of Heroes and a third a Dark Future, but what it amazed me was the image of Loki with a child. "Where are they? What is this?" They will never be here, aren't they. "Are they here? Where are they?" My body as well flashed by parts, cutting the integrity of my godly design and pattern into the future and the further future. Some Gods could travel within time from the days of creation, unaware of being seeing attached to their entity, but what the North Gods had to do in here. "What is this?"
Frightening walk back resisting to participate in such a force alone, from the highest asked the Goddess of Magic and the bellows asked Hella.
I cant stop the cloning and the merging of unidentified people and times. I couldn't go there, really, piece by piece, it broke my heart punctuating further into an extensive tension of destruction, to trees and water, oxygen too, to my runes of crafted stone and magic, codes of firms who raised buildings occupying a great field, building in space as well. Our ancient alphabet, inexistent, the ways we danced around the fire and hug among flowers, with riches and rolled over the grass its harvest. Told the Gods of Asgard, everything I had ever seen before this horizons. All that gone, there was a force, a strong force pulling us towards.
"We are Merging!" Suctioning the power of our entities just to live up to it, had run away to call for the Gods of Asgard, my long hair curled against this force with adrenaline, my eyes widened with paranoia as did alerted them, all I had was an apple in my hand. "Sith happens!" With a willingness to face clearly, focussed on the Issue of this Crisis, have suggested reducing velocity against but turning with it, as a Zig Zag of multidimensional alignments jump and crossed one an other into a diametral courses who implode through the spacial cosmos of something may seem chaotic at first, then where time and space endured it's history, symmetrically in multi levels, yet the suctions was great, the clash and its orbits entering through both Universes into one an other, but... "Who is doing this?"
This time had turn back, issue orientated to watch again, and again how a man and a boy can be so attracted to be empowered above the other to leave his mark for something greater. "Loki!" The child was nothing but him, an other illusion of his to overcome, he could only overcome the power of his solid darkness turning every magic trick into a reality. Those tricks I call them turns, "Everything is meant to flip" Odin, his father told me once.
As much technological innovations, the visionaries of darkness had other plans and I was there to harness a path for the Gods of Asgard to stop him, did not care to loose it all. I had the future of Cherry Blossom and my apples, I had given my home in the Shire and yet all I wished was in regards my new home in Asgard for my children, free from the stress and Dyslexia that Loki given me. "What are you doing Loki, don't tell me, please." He never does, he never surrenders, my eyes wet for the savagery of his tenured yet divine presence.
The boy stood froze by being recognised of being so special. "This child doesn't belong to you Loki." It was then how the dark side of the force took them away, my eyes could open it's dark pupils immediately by the void of its vast darkness to the speed of the light through it my body travelled and could watch him closely, still watch him.
Rotten apples and fresh, they where all the same to me, they just reap and turn apart for the right moment, "Stop it Loki, stop it, please!" He didn't want to face it in here, he never did and predictably would find an other way to disguise wisdom, an other way to prove he is better. "Let the Sith Happen by it self, please he is just a child. Don't hurt him, hurt me if you wish I'm a Goddess, the one you insulted as a powerless bush, why is him so important to you? What future is this you hide from Asgard and the Shire?" Had lived with every apple who was eaten or repealed for immortality, had leave through its generations and he could never avoid the fact of facing as the veils had let its truth reveal to the Gods.
Was colliding with him for a short moment and others present-past-future in this eternal moment with great force, he was too consumed with him self moving ahead to mentor as to understand the magnitude he will have to face, but anyways, you couldn't be tantalise without bitten it. "How could you?"
"What is this?" The routes of my tree and it's underworld shacked within the earths crust, it seems as an inner thunder and storm cracked its hardest soil whom awakening it pushed my body to rise as its Goddess. Nature had its cycles, but my apples yet not matured by the fruition of the summer celebration jumped from it's branches for it's wicked prelude.
Attentive as a witness had find entities crossing over, from all legions and parts in a colliding clash, each vibrational circuit was held on different bases, one called Alice, the other an Ivory Tower of Heroes and a third a Dark Future, but what it amazed me was the image of Loki with a child. "Where are they? What is this?" They will never be here, aren't they. "Are they here? Where are they?" My body as well flashed by parts, cutting the integrity of my godly design and pattern into the future and the further future. Some Gods could travel within time from the days of creation, unaware of being seeing attached to their entity, but what the North Gods had to do in here. "What is this?"
Frightening walk back resisting to participate in such a force alone, from the highest asked the Goddess of Magic and the bellows asked Hella.
I cant stop the cloning and the merging of unidentified people and times. I couldn't go there, really, piece by piece, it broke my heart punctuating further into an extensive tension of destruction, to trees and water, oxygen too, to my runes of crafted stone and magic, codes of firms who raised buildings occupying a great field, building in space as well. Our ancient alphabet, inexistent, the ways we danced around the fire and hug among flowers, with riches and rolled over the grass its harvest. Told the Gods of Asgard, everything I had ever seen before this horizons. All that gone, there was a force, a strong force pulling us towards.
"We are Merging!" Suctioning the power of our entities just to live up to it, had run away to call for the Gods of Asgard, my long hair curled against this force with adrenaline, my eyes widened with paranoia as did alerted them, all I had was an apple in my hand. "Sith happens!" With a willingness to face clearly, focussed on the Issue of this Crisis, have suggested reducing velocity against but turning with it, as a Zig Zag of multidimensional alignments jump and crossed one an other into a diametral courses who implode through the spacial cosmos of something may seem chaotic at first, then where time and space endured it's history, symmetrically in multi levels, yet the suctions was great, the clash and its orbits entering through both Universes into one an other, but... "Who is doing this?"
This time had turn back, issue orientated to watch again, and again how a man and a boy can be so attracted to be empowered above the other to leave his mark for something greater. "Loki!" The child was nothing but him, an other illusion of his to overcome, he could only overcome the power of his solid darkness turning every magic trick into a reality. Those tricks I call them turns, "Everything is meant to flip" Odin, his father told me once.
As much technological innovations, the visionaries of darkness had other plans and I was there to harness a path for the Gods of Asgard to stop him, did not care to loose it all. I had the future of Cherry Blossom and my apples, I had given my home in the Shire and yet all I wished was in regards my new home in Asgard for my children, free from the stress and Dyslexia that Loki given me. "What are you doing Loki, don't tell me, please." He never does, he never surrenders, my eyes wet for the savagery of his tenured yet divine presence.
The boy stood froze by being recognised of being so special. "This child doesn't belong to you Loki." It was then how the dark side of the force took them away, my eyes could open it's dark pupils immediately by the void of its vast darkness to the speed of the light through it my body travelled and could watch him closely, still watch him.
Rotten apples and fresh, they where all the same to me, they just reap and turn apart for the right moment, "Stop it Loki, stop it, please!" He didn't want to face it in here, he never did and predictably would find an other way to disguise wisdom, an other way to prove he is better. "Let the Sith Happen by it self, please he is just a child. Don't hurt him, hurt me if you wish I'm a Goddess, the one you insulted as a powerless bush, why is him so important to you? What future is this you hide from Asgard and the Shire?" Had lived with every apple who was eaten or repealed for immortality, had leave through its generations and he could never avoid the fact of facing as the veils had let its truth reveal to the Gods.
Was colliding with him for a short moment and others present-past-future in this eternal moment with great force, he was too consumed with him self moving ahead to mentor as to understand the magnitude he will have to face, but anyways, you couldn't be tantalise without bitten it. "How could you?"
The hills now began to speak back as we walked the road, we were hidden from view now, narrow, deeply cloven, silent. Trees that would have being there watching the parade we broad in with Sweet Rose, Ori, Diamond, Brodo and me who appeared between them. It was a dearly morning where we woke to find the rain had stopped. The clouds was still hanging down between the branches as if not waken, they did not start early to elevate with the sunshine, immediately after seeing it would be easier to shovel that early I could help with breakfast.
But towards the end, watching them in dirt, as if they found a passage, they found many questions to dig with, "Many holes?" It was so tired some. "I have a friend who is a Giant and he could come running to the direction we wish to excavate." For one reason or an other, towards Brodo, the 3 girls, counting me seem to appreciate his map to the treasure, non blinked an eye for Bilbo's map. He was, I guess adorable, could watch them big feet in the dirt and broke in laughter as well for the splashing dirt, "Finding a treasure! And what are we going to do after with it?"
They decided to have find it in this Hill, even so, at this very spot, the light was enough and the hobbits grew very weary, I thought to dig it a little and then just cheer them up with a fire, gathering dry branches around, turning the hit, and making some tea, bringing the elements of a picnic down to the grass as Diamond broad the honey cake, we all had a choice over going back or climbing towards the food.
When they get tired, and the lands gets steeply away, "I can take the shovel when you are tired, also look again into the map and sing with wine, maybe between being in sigh a little blurry with double vision and hugging each other in joys and tears for those who left, for those who compare the golden coins for a friend with drunken music, a little magic could guide us."
The light was shadowing as it entered across the tall trees at the middle side of the sky and investigating to the short distance ahead, threw my self down, and lay on the ground and muttered.
The bay mare splashed away, though the mud and water, with drooping ears, now and then tossing my head as if to express my disgust at this very ungentlemanly behaviour of the elements, but keeping a good pace notwithstanding, until a gust of wind, more furious than any that had yet assailed me, caused me to stop suddenly and plant my feet firmly on the ground, to prevent me from being blown over.
"Cherry!"
You'll very likely ask me what am I doing in here, along the valleys, the bay the surroundings of this mountain. It's a special mercy that I had towards my daughter of nature, letting her soul free and yet guarding her to not commit suicidal. I won't do pushing for her blooming nature. All I know is that the travel was set and in less than five minutes time, she will reaching a rock up the hill, it will fall down as the substantial ground is wet from the rains, slippery.
I could see her falling as from a Tower, in Japan Cherry Blossom has the meaning of a Style of Theather that Blooms in Love and wishes to die, until has reach the confines of this earth and there is no more to hold on towards.
"Blow Me!" had shouted to the God of Wind, and it pat me sufficiently to lift me up moving into the skies and started forwards at a speed which made the day coloured till you would have supposed a rainbow has been there before, and the dreaming clouds will shelter you even after death, the winds know the unlimited, but I will not let go of my little girl on this earth. Couldn't stop or check her pace, so powerless as if my arms could not reach her, and she continued on, before a road, where many had walked before, above her pass, could land her after reaching her. With a hasty glance, pushed my heart wholly and it windsurfed me in this yellowed, greyish skies towards her.
It was as waking up very early in the morning when you thought you couldn't. In less than 5 minutes I had her in my arms, gleaming in love, holding strongly through the drawn flight to save her away a mistaken path.
As a Goddess thanked the wind after landing with arms opened as it caressed me and my daughter back with its breeze, Cherry opened her's too, the sensation brushed our souls with it's freshness, blowing us away our hair and past memories to recover, from the most tempting, my arms rise up as the branches of Asgard to the brightest out this pit hole, until the wind fell, and in either case held the hand of my daughter, we could walk, or walk. She was so afraid, that her tears lightened up the other side of the road, that was my Cherry Blossom, a Goddess too, roaring inside, cracking the floor with her tiny feet steps, I couldn't look at her, we was both looking forward, charmed by the obstacles in the road, neither less.
"This very road had not many, but there is a road here who had led a few." She opened her eyes so wide at all this that, to the very last moment of our lives, when we used to wonder how it fell out that this has ever been, "A monstrous sensation the Giants land give my child, to the hunters, to the merchants and thief, to the lovers tricks, the wives and the widows, the mother, the schoolboy, also to the very child who tottered to catch them dreams out this nightmare, even the God's my child and the postman they all looked forwards to the arrival of the Giants, and where were they all now? Do you think all of this returned alive?"
Back home in the Shire, Bilbo had managed to gather the Dwarfs, with Gandalf, the lining was replaced for the trip, the ironwork was as good as new, he was restored from thought out his plan, strikingly. In each, a thirst of fever for Gold, to get into the Dragon's cave, but no one knew the true motive of Bilbo behind all this sassy loyal adventure he gathered them for. They will never know of me, perhaps, or, that he ever had a woman and children.
He really thought he will find us, because I was always there for him along this years, but what can God's do, reveal it all before the times when a husband wants his food warmly cooked and served before his nose? The dwarfs were so oddly dressed, and braided, but the companionship and strength he needs in them to cover will keep him going. With no hat on his head, and no heart in his chest he silenced for tomorrow, and tomorrow.
(This SL, is dedicated and Inspired to my Ex-Boyfriend, Randy, who rumbles in the streets of Victoria, Canada, taking Meth with his friends and the sense of my lost, in me the sense of losing love many times. The always conflict with death because of being so high and wanting with monstrousness, it's true that writing is my drug and makes me very high. I mix this emotion with someone I loved and never meet and writes too, but Alas, we are mortals at the end and fragile made of skin and flesh.)
When, at least, we had reached the top of the hill and was surprised to find Loki and his versus worlds, we might have encounter unwelcome conflicts and be coming down the caravan in my poor accommodations will make a safety trip for the environment. A dark sand appeared, riddled with black rocks, Cherry Blossom breathed a sigh of relief as they headed for the Giant she had seen out the window.
Looking up, she made out a zigzagging line on the paper mapping the stairs carved into the cliff face, where she had noticed the giant, giving them direction, leading to the troops, the men pulled in their oars, jumped over the sides and, as a wave pushed the craft forwards, hauled it up the Caravan, one by one jumping into the field.
"Cherry, do you know the Giant can smell your appearance?" I was proud of my little girl as she rose up and stepped to kiss me.
She learns on the trends we propose and for those who engaged to follow or not by respectful choice, she watched them row away. This caravan was lowered then our Hobbit home, and daddy was far away from her, she thanked the man from far away and waved her hand out the window perceiving the diference from her origens.
"Mammie, will we see the Giants mommy? I want to show them the magic of spring and play with the petals in the wind, I'd like to seat in them shoulder and see from above the mountains."
The one to protect her from her magical nature, will not be me, she was my Cherry Blossom and as a tree could understand her passion to die for. "If there is a power to free, I will be there for you my love that if we lose our childlike play, what would this world become? But, I must tell the you Cherry, the Giants are not very nice"
Cherry stepped out, as her sandals sank into the water as she started towards the base of the stairs. The stairs was steps out the Caravan who would not promise you a return back, as I had followed her it felt as if she carried my lost desires and left them dragging in me. This narrow steps, we touch ground following the men's tread. She started climbing and was soon breathing deeply. The higher she climbed, the more disconcerting the drop of the sweat was. I wanted to teach her how to survive, for her freedom, whatever it meant, it was not a question of meaning and the average reasoning, we are Goddess of an Immortal thirst and Nature.
Far, away in the Shire, where the sun crept higher and the friends got closer, where the buildings under the earth were visual by them rounded gates and communal safety, the earth builds closely to camouflage its cozy insiders. Bilbo was, thinking over again for what was left.
When this thought came to his mind he knew it was an unworthy one. His woman was fully trained with the duties of the house, or so he assumed, but she was as undeserving of the burden of his heart as to her own carrying it away.
"Ah ha! So, is not coming home, she doesn't want to have more children, wants adventures and to play her godly modes?" As he seat in profound meditation holding his armchair and pipe with his right hand, be billed down his thoughts deeper with it, watch them create his own vision of altruism, he would not become the fool of the Shire, whose woman left away. Thinking to his self, he thought to never give me any credit, and never have me in his book, but pulled to his own with intrigued thought secretly planned. "I know!" Clipped his fingers, tabbing the pipe with a constant rhythm "Will go to Gandalf, he knows I'm no ordinary Hobbit!" Smirked cleverly at the wide space of my own without his wife. "There was no better account to have a good caused then with the benefit of others, Gandalf knows my reckon burglary! in this way I will tell him of a treasure I know exists, and to not tell the Dwarfs is me the source." Shifted the weight of my leg to the other side it's tendon across my knee. "I know I'm not a hero."
"But I know where you render my esoteric apples Idunne."
Northward where I was, the male ran up into a glen of shadows, the black clothed men, brown skinned walked far away as through an endless mist of foam who separated us about the mountains curve. Me and my girl made our camp for the night after climbing carefully the rock face, she smothered a laugh as asked me a few things I will respond her as best I could for her age. "We woman move slowly and awkwardly, choosing her foot and hands, holding carefully. Yet there was a surety in the way we woman climbed that suggested we was well practised at this, is not of Ladies to rush." As a girl of her tribe who had been born without ordinary conflicts, I could tell her further and leap higher than any mother in the explanations of nature and power. "At first, our efforts will seem comical, and pitiful, but a mother and her own spring will come to be respected for her determination to be as mobile as possible on her own moves, to not know everything and be let."
We reached the bottom of the slope and paused at a thin stream to drink. She would have to be familiar with climbing, I had decided, at our own peace. since we must have crossed plenty of terrain like this to get so far into the middle of the land. We bathed and hidden behind the foliage, where our tenth was made, we eat fruits and nutty breath with cheese and shared ideas, we rested and continued imagining what to do as the men would get there at first and will need us. I covered her from the late night chill, and hugged her, quiet my voice for the latest stories till she relaxed at the warm expansion of my heart to have finally find her, trusting and accepting in the plans who was possible and the ones was not.
This part is very boring, nothing extraordinary or surprising, nevertheless paranormal, it was life it self and no matter how many multi-parallel worlds and golden strings one could entangle and tighten for the design to love and adore, for every apple given, the summer was coming and this was my journey my investment to give in a single and only moment, where ever moment grew in one. For me was such as Spring blooming all over my tree. In it had left a long, long, large letter, so extensive had to roll it as a parchment. I can't even remember everything was there for Bilbo, but the end is where you find the last deep truth...<
"Take care of the blue light that the children will come with me to train as noble Gods one day including Frodo, Cherry Blossom is missing where the Giants are and I have a twisted orgasmic arousal for some one on that side."
After the last glimpse of pink who dived into the dark after the sun left and 11 moons passed, have find my self among those insects who followed the cliff edge above other mountains that had cross previously. On this day I did not feel fit, for the sole of my feet was pretty lazy, also was my stomach sour from having no appetite, lacking the sense of our cozy familiar atmosphere, alas! For this the transition of my newly branches and routes, followed the glimmering light who spaced me out in a boring, passive, yet soothing raise.
On this pathless path onto the Giants land had find Mercy, she was a Valkyrie warrior who worked as a Divine Angel for more than many of us, a trader of little secrets who awoken our set of goal and direction. "Are you confuse with me?" If she was in this way with me, then how Mercy could help me? Being a Goddess was not a choice, you need it a higher purpose and if not obtained the desire remained for a full eternity holding you in flight as that fire dragon in your hand, you knew it was impossible to hold it just for you, then it's tilting heart would not be as you wanted, you won't want to share it with the million shiny bugs and will trap it in darkness till it's nature is yours.
No matter what, Mercy was around, I did not like what she told me last before she set off. "The victim always becomes the abuser, always. Have Mercy."
I thought of nothing during my travel, it did not feel gracious to be kept outside, surrounded by pine trees and bushes, there were no squares here or curved sides, nor were there fortifications or earthworks to be seen. Rather, the green view sloped into a flat green plain down bellow, the nordic people of this area to whom I left behind had me with suspicion, wrinkling my eyes, I don't know, In some places to get, as one crosses this conditions which on all this cost are high and forbidding, and sheer in a bed of green stone, tiredly, pressuring my chest from breathing alone when I shall expand, it trumbles me inside to face it's misty rain as richly lame to hold the white creature.
"Don't fear, is non my intent to cause you harm as those wolfs and predators, I will take care of you my bunny." So naive of mine, guileless to free ourselves from the rabbit holes of muddle, for yesterday and tomorrow wallowing in the mud of nostalgia.
Waking up in a sudden at the midst of a dream, the sensation of my body did not quite have a feel, smoothing stood up to not wake the house, as if not wake really, that much a part of me maintained the reality aside. Pushing a pile of books aways from the window, and climbed over a stack of paper flew with empty swings back and forth, blinded, had continued not valuing my reality, I could have said goodbye.
Had vacant space in the night to move along without the Hobbits in the lovely neighborhood will not be watching me part, have realized the slowly morning after this night, will never be the same for Bilbo.
The last time I had seeing him he smiled and hummed kissing me good night, he showed me his purpose behavior for life, and he listened to mine.
It was the need to tell him on the meaning of my discoveries has not been sorted out, but it is certainly now impossible to regard the past. He took me by the arm, many times to show me the Hobbit life and I told him I'd return for the influence he giving me, his vigor and relentless energy, was all I've ever wanted, the system of his values, the manuscript he was reading lately too, oh, no but he could trust in me strikingly in his familiar way, because I was his belonging the part of his. "No, Bilbo, no let go of me!"
As a nightmare that repeated over the last 2 years, no one knew what happened inside our home. He had an impressive astrological knowledge maybe he knew something that was indisputable about to happen, he had seen in me his forbidden fruit to heal, to change for better and nourish. "You don't have to do anything if you wish, I do everything!" and after screaming, his loving eyes whom spirit would jump out to have me, held me again. "Oh, Bilbo, no, I will return, way don't you trust in me?" My husband always found a way to have me in the peaceful Shire and calm me down from this agony.
But not that night from the Norse tribe where I belong in Asgard, there is something strikingly to this sensibility and something profoundly appealing, was I obsessed with a posttraumatic stress? Long ago, Bilbo had found me paralyzed, and took care of me. He knew everything, that was part of mine as being a tree, I told him was part of being me, but he did not know the places I'd run away from and the snake who runs along my routes and trunk.
We shared everything in the privacy of our lives and he couldn't understand how could I leave our children. He knew our placement will be better for all of us together, and responded as if it exploited out from his mouth. "The Frost Giants? from the land of Jotunheim!", we remained with a strange eye contact that made me feel guilty. "I've Never Being There!" Had shouted him back.
Next morning, his organizational skills raise him out the bed as usual, look for me in the kitchen as if I was beautiful beyond imagination to kiss me before the kids woke, I'd be already with the breakfast, but this time he did not look around, running where we remained and holding to that stage, he looked down remembering all those times he held me and I was his and run out the door.
I had learned some of the northern solemn speech in the Shire, but my heart break could not have him face to face for a goodbye, he could imagen me running, maybe he thought I left crying and laughing bursting tears down between my smiling lips with nothing much, maybe he thought there was another man or dangerous Giants. But one thing I'm certain he knew, It was pretty much far away.
Inside Bilbo's house, where the children dreamed and his eyes sleeping was, had flame out the blues woke that night for an untold story who was left behind. The hood of hobbits remained a safe base for me to guard expressions afterward.
Abducted by the perplexity, invoking the core of this branching fears, had submerge this escaping routes of deep thought away the noises in my head, carried away, enabling myself the darkness descended over each pores of the Norse lands to my now lost vision.
Now waiting, fitting in the frame of this bath, could not think well, and that was precisely as if it did not matter to him, I knew how to hide my Norse Goddess desires among Hobbits which was by no mean an undertaking, just a hideout, but his broad, it was his very spawns and the variety of his intricately mouths and tails, where I could not twist the knowledge he diverted in me, he was easily dissatisfied and my desires grew, pressing the borders of imagination was trapped by his hypnotizing expression, his serpentine magic moved through the base of all creations, pushing, tantalizing, so distracting, so taken.
Would you look into the wounds and heal from such a monstrous bite, It's a reflection, a flashback, I had twirl inside the waters with an itchy pain, outfitted in this tub, it was an obligation to respond with the vital birth right of the Gods, in that which belonged to the Divine dictations. If the village wakes with worry, had find my feet running naked between rocks and mud and the beast creatures shaped me onto his no way out.
Realms of abstraction, ongoingly passed, mumbled between them portals. "Cover my strength, convey the real virtues, oh but he is so twisted in the top of his head, how could I dig him?" It was not the mountain and the forest who understandably carried me from place to place, it was a very kind reward to have successfully accept or avoid his dangerous welcome.
A leakage of poisonous desire and I'll be off in my thoughts, paranoid or not the memory will take me back or forward into his voice. That either interrupts me daily, as for his blue burning flames who operates in causes and subsequences no hobbit, no dwarf or elven could bring knowledge.
My Husband Bilbo, once had me for sick, and I had cause inadvertently a state of a coma, so I would not speak of what he would call delusional.
The form of temporary distractions, from my Vedic deity who contained me with the illusion of a perfect hobbit family, a home, the peaceful scenography of that safety meant. Farm animals, and a garden house.
It was not the guilt of being a Goddess, it was not the mountains eluding, what my nature will do involuntarily, I knew too well how to rejuvenate the Nordic Gods, and I knew was not a job alone, the God kept triggering my psyche, the son of Striker, days after months, years vibrating, was it me? was it she? and him? was it his voice who ringed the Gods apples that traveled through the air? by the clever mediums of his sound, till this particular Nordic moment.
The injuries of the past impressed plainly with healing forevermore refreshing with youth The Gods as in Me, they marked a new dimensional aspect, I could now hide from trick or treat of the mortal and creature eye, had achieve to let others into the foreseeing without telling, granting mutual understanding, by the perception of his breathing lungs would not take for granted the idea that this was a plain of immortality.
Unpredictable, once cited the full enchantment my spirit pulled free, what sort of narrative could be more desirable? Someone part of the occult, the trickster of my apples.
At that point no one listened to the children of heaven's garden, who would report the rape of my forbidden fruit against the Higher God? The little angel cried, mortified, paralyzed and with no one to listen the truth when he was near, his body had the first punishment in the book, it repeated in every generation.
I was mute standing with the verisimilitude of a tree, I felt that would not mind enough, if his hair was exquisite long to be pulled and have it wholly stop, or if my a some of my apples belonged to his impending deceit, truth was something he called for you to think.
In milliseconds, my thinking hands to pull his hair had a sense of thick wet. Piercing down the view into my fingers a bloody mess had find, my husband's hours drop down, the last vivid red dropping in his floor to his sudden death as the bloody lake grew around his head.
Realms Crossed leaving his body behind his soul.
Did bring him my sweetest apples in an immune pie, he never understood the dark side of Knowledge, did he? Have I blindly murder you or was it the virtue I belonged to. Forget me or forgive me. To the earliest eyewitness of the Vikings, he stood in the middle of the hobbit house door, between the hall and his studio where he was still trying to locate his soul.
Many other languages the body has, as apples in my tree, this for I will never be in your Tolkien book but you will wake up looking for me between the silent gaps and this will reveal the changes you feel at the edges of the other side.
An ordinary mushroom hunt turns into a day of enchantment for a hobbit lass.
She walked in the forest at mid afternoon. The chores were done, and her thoughts turned towards supper.
Of course, being a hobbit, her thoughts were always on some meal She had a family of hobbits to feed and six meals a day to prepare.
Tonight she fancied a mushroom stew. Only the finest mushrooms would do for this and she knew exactly where to find them.
She had previously donned her cape and taken up the basket she had in the corner especially for such goodies.
As she went out the door she smiled at the beauty of the day.
The sun was shining brightly, although dark rain clouds were looming in the distance. She shrugged and laughed happily. Rain never bothered Diamond. She loved it.
It made everything fresh and clean and the smell after a rain was intoxicating.
The forest was alive with the sounds of birds, and nature. Squirrels fussed at anyone approaching their nests.
The wind rustled through the tops of the pines, whispering their secrets one to another.
It was a perfect afternoon. Warm and soft.
Diamond took off her cape and draped it over her arm, then headed for her favorite mushroom hiding place.
Walking into the clearing, she soon spotted a large rock. Her rock.
She smiled happily,quickening her steps.
Diamond gave a little skip, then fell to her knees. She began to dig under the stone to find the hidden delights.
She smiled as the fresh musky scent of earth wafted up into her nostrils, then laughed in excitement.
Her digging had unearthed the most beautiful golden mushrooms yet.
Diamond clapped her hands together in delight, uncaring that her hands were were now covered with dirt, or that mud was caked beneath her nails.
She loaded her basket, then turned to dig deeper when a flash of lightning shot across the sky!
She ducked and looked up with over large eyes.
She began to count. One mushroom, Two mushroom, Three mushroom.. "BOOM".. the sound of thunder rumbled through the trees!
The forest had gone silent and still, an ominous grey light now filled the air.
The storm was less than three miles away. Perhaps she should hurry home.
She was just putting the last handful of mushrooms in the basket when the rains started.
The soft plop plop on the leafy ground in the clearing could be heard as she donned her cape quickly and grabbed her basket of goodies.
Standing to her feet she dusted off her skirt and hands and looked up at the heavy clouds overhead, ducking by reflex as another streak of lightning lit the darkened sky.
The once softly sunlit glen was now dark and spooky. No bird song could be heard, only the pattering of raindrops on the leaves and trees. She smiled with amusement as she listened to the lovely rhythm.
Unable to stop herself she laid down her basket and walked out into the middle of the clearing.
Swaying to the music of the raindrops she lifted her arms over her head and began to dance.
The thunder sounded loud as she closed her eyes and turned her face up to the rain.
It fell now in sheets as she danced round and round.
The ground beneath her feet began to form a muddy little puddle splashing up onto her skirt and legs.
Still she danced.
A red fox taking shelter under a nearby tree glanced up in curiosity at the foolish creature who performed the strange rain ritual in the downpour.
There was no other sound, nothing but the sound of rain falling all around.
Faster and faster she spun, the lightening flashed, she leaped in a graceful pirouette.
Laughing softly she came back down on her toes, spinning with her hands over her head.
She was soaked now. Her hair hung in damp tendrils around her face,her clothes were soaked
and hanging heavily upon her.
Still she danced.
She spun happily, head back, Eyes shut tightly, feeling a freedom that can only come in dance and rainstorms.
The raindrops began lighten, the air, now damp and cool began to change slightly.
The heavy plopping of rain moved off farther into the woods, the sound fading as it moved away.
The wet leaves around her feet jumped a bit as little plinks of raindrops struck them.
She opened her eyes, letting out a disappointed sighed . "Over so soon?" she pouted.
Diamond lowered her hands slowly as the last little drops of light rain kissed her goodbye,
moving away down the hill.
Yellow shafts of watercolor sunlight began to break into the clearing once again.
The wet red fox scurried off to her den gratefully. Birds began to sing once more, as the forest shook off the refreshing shower.
Sighing, she looked down at herself and laughed. She was a soggy muddy mess, but it had been worth it.
Moving to pick up her basket, she laughed again as she emptied out the water.
"Well at least you are clean now." she chuckled.
Pulling her wet hood over her sodden hair, she turned reluctantly towards home.
As she left the clearing a clap of thunder sounded in the distance.
Turning around to face the clearing, she smiled brightly,- curtsied, --bowing low with a graceful sweep of her hand.
Chuckling to herself, she gave a little skip and headed towards home.
My greatfulness to my Cherry Blossom, Husband and children Bella and Frodo, Mark, and Dib.
It was a beautiful day, Cherry Blossom was born today 1st of May, would thanks the Gods, and Elves who helped me, Gandalf and my children, the wet towels on top my head, and the stones out the window to keep the good spirits in and blessings to the outside who would receive them into the world.
I told Bilbo my husband what happen, out in the shrine when the people danced to the pole around with coloured bands and said back to him "It's ok Bilbo, is fine, we have our home and I'm happy any ways."
Then he went out the porch to bring his symbol of protection towards any the God's Deviation and twist, who has try to offend my name and family.
" Yes, is your daddy! Cherry Blossom" He made me laugh, and was sweet and calm, we was a humble family with binds of love, welcome to our life our love, we will let no one hurt us, no more. We have our home and joy, it's fine what happens in the world, and we are here... with your brothers and sister, with Dib, and the blue light, with the loyalty we conserved in our hearts.
Bilbo run out with the news, and also to some adventures to get something we could not name with the dark elves, could rest with profound wealthy and fun.
