Jack Vettriano Betrayal No Turning Back 2001

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here she was in the middle of nowhere, looking for adventure. None was being particularly forthcoming. She knew there was, or was going to to be, some, soShe jumped. Who, or what, made that sound? She looked around, relying on her instincts as a Watcher. She could tell it wasn't friendly, but other than that it was a bit hard to pinpoint. Definitly not too much trouble, she decided. She looked in her sack; her father always packed a weapon in her sack. Oh-no, this might be harder than she thought, all her father sent with her, was a sword.Now, I'm sure you're all saying, 'Wait, a sword is a great weapon!' but that is because you haven't tried to swing one around. They're big and heavy, and you really should get some mewhere; but as for there and then, nothing was coming her way. She knew this world would have some; she, after all, was a Watcher, and Watchers aren't sent places to do nothing.
Crackpractice first.
"You might as well come on out," she said, drawing the accursed blade. "I know you're

Jack Vettriano The Trap

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were forming in his eyes and he moved closer to Rosie who snuggled her head into his chest. ‘Are you all right Sam?’ She had asked in a whisper before falling asleep again.
Sam had his arms wrapped around his wife, looking up at the ceiling and trying to get back to sleep. Eventually he did but again he had another bad dream about the Undying Lands.
He woke again and decided to geshoulder. ‘Are you okay, Sam?’‘Yes I’m all right Miss Rose. It’s just that today would mark the fifth anniversary of Mr Frodo being stabbed and all. I do hope he’s all right.’ Sam felt fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. Rosie kissed his lips and hugged him tightly before she led him back to their bedroom.Just inside was Elanor. She had heard her mother go outside and had decided to follow though Rosie had shut the door before Elanor was any where near it. Sam picked t some fresh air outside. The air was cold and it refreshed him. He looked over to Bag End. It was dark and all shut up now. Frodo had said that Sam could move in if he wanted to. Sam felt that it would be intruding on Frodo’s home and belongings and he told himself that he would only ever move into Bag End if he really needed to.
Soon he heard the door open and close gently. Rosie had come out and she wrapped her arms around his waist and bent her head onto his her up and caressed her cheek and put her back to bed. He sang her a soft lullaby before taking Rosie’s hand and leading her into their bedroom.
The next day, Sam was very pale and he wouldn’t talk very much. The date was October six; this would mark the fifth anniversary of Frodo’s shoulder getting stabbed by the Ringwraith.

Jack Vettriano Evening Racing

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“Well, you ought to,” Elladan said lazily. “You would have had to have the brains of a dwarf not to know him by now.”qualifies as a city. We are simply warriors.”“You, on the other hand, are the heir to the woodland throne,” Elrohir said, smiling at the grimace that got from Legolas. “You have a kingdom to defend –”“Royal duties –”“Trade relations to maintain –”“Quite right. Who would want trade relations with Imladris? We only produce songs and swordsmen.”“Ada might find uses for both,” Legolas said. “He likes songs and he always complains about a surfeit of archers.”Elrohir laughed.“I’d like to see the swordsman who can stand against the Greenwood archers. I know I won’t be volunteering.”
“So what is it like being a warrior of the realm?” Elrohir asked suddenly.
Legolas rolled his eyes.
“As if you don’t know.”
“Of course we don’t,” Elladan said. “Imladris is a haven, Legolas, not a kingdom. Look around you. This is a valley, there is the house and then the garden and some ponds and flowers and it’s all very pretty but it barely even “You shoot like a Man, Noldo.”

Jack Vettriano Mr Cool

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Legolas slowly came into knowing, his vision was blurred and his head pounded. Haldir sat at his side, watching as his friend slowly “I want to see him.” Said Legolas, his tone more commanding.
“And I said not right now. You are weak Legolas. You must recover your

Jack Vettriano A Voyage Of Discovery

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"Hello," I replied. I have to admit he caught me a little off guard. I wasn’t expecting anyone to really want to talk to us, seeing as they probably all figured we were crazy. But if he wanted to, I wasn’t going to stop him. Camping is extremely boring if most of your companions aren’t talking to you.
"How are you?" he asked. For some odd rIt seems like I’m always snapping at you. It’s just been a rough day. Not to mention the pain in my shoulder is kind of setting me on edge," I said, giving him an apologetic smile.He smiled back. "I can’t do much about you ending up here or your traveling companion. But I can help with the pain and your lack of traveling supplies.""Really?" I asked."Yes, just hold on a moment." He got up and walked over to what I assumed to be his traveling gear, pulled a few things out, then walked back. "Here," he said, while handing me a blanket and a mat, "it’s not much, but it should keep you warm."eason that question struck a nerve.
"Well. Let’s see. I just fell through some weird light-vortex thing, landing in a world that shouldn’t exist with a vapid, egotistical, wannabe-princess, was almost killed and have absolutely no camping supplies. Otherwise, I’m fantastic."
The poor elf looked kind of stunned. I sighed, that might have come out a little too sarcastic.
"I’m sorry. "Thanks. But I can’t accept this if it is your only blanket."
"Don’t worry about it. You need it more than I do. After all, you’ve had a rough day."
I blushed. He was teasing me and I knew it. But I still couldn’t help feeling a little bit guilty

Jack Vettriano Ritual of Courtship

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Once I got my dizziness under control, I looked up and noticed It. Oh no. Oh hell no. It can’t be. Staring back at me was utter perfection, utter Elven perfection. This could only mean one thing. “Do you have any idea where we are?” I asked her.
I assumed I was in Middle-Earth. It was either that or something like Dungeons & Dragons. And I was seriously hoping it was the former because I knew next to nothing about the latter. At least nothing I was willing to admit. Seeing as she was an elf, I figured we were in one of the Elven realms (if we were in Middle-Earth at all) but I had no idea which one. It’s been awhile since I read the books and God knows if you can trust the movies. Let’s just say Peter Jackson took some liberties.
“Duh, we’re in Middle-Earth,” she replied. True, but not exactly what I was looking for. Let’s try this again.
“More specificallyGod. “You’re an elf right?” She just rolled her eyes and nodded. Jeez, no need to get sassy. “Ok, so where do you hail from- Mirkwood, Imladris or Lothlorien?”“I’m not from here, I’m from the United States of America” she cried, clearly frustrated at my lack of understanding.And to be honest I was getting quite frustrated as well. I mean what the hell? She’s got pointy ears, how the hell can she not be from Middle-Earth? Then I noticed her dress. It was white, simple, and at first glance looked like something an Elf would wear. But when I took a closer look, it seemed really familiar. It looked like a summer dress I had seen at the mall earlier that day. No, that's impossible. It's just a coincidence. She's an elf; there is no way she could be from Earth. Right? This makes no sense. I could feel myself becoming incredibly uncomfortable with the whole situation which did nothing to improve my mood.“How is that possible? Last time I checked there weren’t any Elves in the United States.” My frustration must have come through in my voice, and I’m pretty sure that came out more sarcastic than was probably necessary because all of a sudden her eyes narrowed and her voice had an edge to it that wasn’t there a second ago.“I don’t know, you tell me,” she sneered.Alright, I was starting to get really pissed. “What the hell is that supposed …?”
“Um, a forest.”
Nothing gets by her, does it? Let’s try this one more time. You know what they say, third time’s a charm. Hell, I’ll even give her a hint.
“I was wondering if you knew what region we are in.”
“Uh…”
Oh, for the love of to mean?”
“Feel your ears.”
As I brought my hand up my ear, I instantly started contradicting her statement. “Look, I’m a human. If I were an elf I’d know it. You don’t just switch species and not realize it.” It was at this point that the fact that I was feeling a

Jack Vettriano Sometimes It's A Man's World

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was a most unusual day, even by Aragorn’s standards. He’d been getting ready to make camp when a man had fallen out of nowhere. And when Aragorn had started asking him questions, he’d given the ranger a whole lot of meaningless answers and then gotten furious when Aragorn said that he had not understood him. He listened to the stranger’s outburst. The son of Arathorn had travelled the breadth and width of Middle Earth —almost— and he’d never seen or hewas not making Aragorn feel any more comfortable. Despite the other man’s threats, he kept his blade against Logan’s neck. Better to be safe than to be sorry. However, he was definitely not prepared for what came next. Later, he was sorry for not taking Logan a little more seriously.There was a flash of silver. Aragorn leapt back. Three metal claws had erupted from between Logan’s knuckles and Aragorn’s sword lay in four pieces. Well, three pieces lay on the ground. The fourth was still in Aragorn’s hand.“I told you,” said Logan.“What do you want?” said Aragorn. Why was it that he always got into trouble?“I want answers,” said Logan. He retracted his claws, and Aragorn wondered ard something quite like this strange man. The ranger was almost certain that this Logan Howl It was no servant of Sauron’s, because the Dark Lord certainly would have employed someone who was slightly less...noticeable.
“Are you finished yet?” he asked Logan when the other man stopped for a breath, “because I did not understand a single word of what you’ve just said.”
“Get. Your. Bloody. Sword. Away. From. Me.”
“Why should I trust that you will not harm me?”
“Because if you don’t get that sword away, I will harm you, got it, pal?”
Logan’s threatening manner if his other hand had hidden claws as well. If he could somehow persuade Logan that he meant him no harm, he would definitely take