"Willem. He always calls me Willem. He knows my name is William, but always with the Willem. He promises me many wonderous sights and scenes to go in my plays and my sonnets and all he asks in return are that I continue to weave my words. I weave my words and make partitions in the boundaries of space he tells me, boudaries in time. But I am not so sure we are not just travelling inside our own imaginations. After all Mary has been gone some time and then she reappears. My dark lady."

William shakes a little and dips his pen into the ink pot and begins to write and as he writes Drakengrah begins to hum and chant whilst placing the runes on the floor. William speaks his words aloud - the perfect symmetry creating a black hole. It sucks in the air.

Bnng! Flash. An explosion of light and William and Drakengrah are thrown through the vortex and smiling at each other.


"Where to now you damn heathen?" Shouts William.

"No idea you damn christian!" Shouts Drakengrah.

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"I will stay a while in this place Willem. You go back now"

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And so Drakengrah found himself in a snowy place.


He felt less than human this time. Odd feelings. But somehow it seemed right.


After many days of wandering he finds himself way down inside a barrow wondering what he must do n this place and this time and this *space* and skin.


These people seem friendly enough and he can at least understand their tongue and they seem to be ... well ... for this time and skin it seems appropriate.


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Perhaps confusing? Perhaps not. More to come a little later.

After many adventures Drakengrah finally meets with Strider in his room at the Prancing Pony. This would be somehting he could send back to Willem - an epic story of betrayal, war and honour!


Drakengrah needed to find some small creatures known as Hobbits who live in houses like these


It seems Tom Bombadil needs help! The group gather once more to aid this noble hobbit on the outskirts of Bree.


Completing a simple task and then after defeating more enemies of the free peoples of Middle Earth Drakengrah finally meets the one person who he was hoping to meet and talk to - Gandalf - who seemed to be talking to one of these small furry little creatures!

Some ruins



Mornwulf seems to have some eye trouble whilst Twothumb the bear sits nonchalantly:



Mornwulf, Ridaran and Drakngrah are surrounded by the spirits of the dead:



Drakengrah and Ereborna guarding the West Bree Bridge. Luckily no Trolls were hidingunder the bridge this time:



Ereborna and Ridaran talk Drakengrah into entering here. Looks scary:

A Portrait of Ridaran - taken in the gloaming of the Great Barrows:



Descent into the bowels of the Great Barrow [taken using illegal flash photography which the cave guides were very unhappy about]



Another picture of Ridaran [no he isn't my boyfriend]



Ereborna looking very masculine:



Drakengrah considering how he can turn this trip into the Earth to his advantage:

How not to make friends with a pack of wolves:



Contemplating the Sonnets dedicated to Mary Fitton:



Group Picture before setting of to hunt the Giant Trolls:



Drakengrah decides to sit on the Witch Kings throne [which no-one seemed to notice at the time. Drakengrah found a small insignificant engraved silver ring down the back of the throne. Probably left by the Witch King himself! Drakengrah slipped it into his pocket quietly...]:

Ost Guruth:



A nice serene picture on an overcast day:



Drakengrah is sent to deliver oatmeal to some creatures south of Ost Guruth. He approached quietly and slowly hoping not to spook them. They looked like grey and tired old giants of some kind. Towering over the elf they must be 15feet tall! :



The leader of the giants looked threatening but was filled with kindness and thanks for the food delivery. He asked Drakengrah to go and kill the trolls which had driven them out of their homelands. Drakengrah was willing to try: