in a blizzard I once chased a car all the way across town trapped him in his driveway his license said elrond if I have to tell you who that is you shouldn’t be reading this I invited him to our lothlorien banquet to be held in my attic the following eve nuts fruit honey pure sweet wine the strumming of a harp candlelight reflecting silvery mallorn leaves he refused were he truly elrond he’d have come his wife’s mother the ethereal galadriel on his arm his card says elvish consulting yet he passed up waybread with a dozen elves to say nothing of arwen bilbo frodo samwise gimli legolas pippin meriadoc gandalf boromir treebeard and the great and unassuming aragorn himself maybe he thought he’d have to sit by lobelia sackville-baggins

Jacqueline Jackson © 2009