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incandescensParents safely in Brussels; they have apparently had a very good dinner. I must take advantage of their absence to find something good for my mother for Sunday, which is Mothering Sunday or Mother's Day or whichever you call it. (The UK version of the holiday; all Americans reading this can stop panicking and being afraid they've forgotten it.) Mind you, the one thing I can't get her this year is food. How on earth could I get her chocolate or cakes which would be better than what she's going to be able to get in Belgium? :)
In the meantime, made chicken and egg bowl for supper. Really must learn to estimate the quantities on that a bit better; stuffed.
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Now news came to Hithlum that Dorthonion was lost and the sons of Finarfin overthrown, and that the sons of Feanor were driven from their lands. Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Orome himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came.
-- The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien
In the meantime, made chicken and egg bowl for supper. Really must learn to estimate the quantities on that a bit better; stuffed.
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Now news came to Hithlum that Dorthonion was lost and the sons of Finarfin overthrown, and that the sons of Feanor were driven from their lands. Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Orome himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came.
-- The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien
