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<P>Roughly translated, that Tengwar statement above means welcome.<BR>
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Welcome to the Mellon Internet Society!! I am <A HREF="mailto:kcanders@mvp.net">Frodo Baggins</A>, son of Drogo Baggins and the nephew of Bilbo Baggins. We are dedicated fans of J.R.R. Tolkien. For your information, mellon is the Elvish word for "friend." Come along with us, and you may meet various characters, such as <A HREF="mailto:nazgul@juno.com">Boromir</A>, son of Denethor and Finduilas of Gondor. In your wanderings, you may come across <A HREF="mailto:PCE@concentric.net">Legolas</A>, son of Thranduil, lord of the realm of Mirkwood. You may meet <A HREF="mailto:dave.betti@inter.nl.net">Aragorn</A>, son of Arathorn, lord of the Dunedaín. Enjoy your trek through the world of Middle-Earth! Farewell, adventurer!!<P>
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<STRONG>What Came Before</STRONG><P>
The Mellon Internet Society was started on June 1, 1996, in the village of Durand, WI. An inhabitant, one <A HREF="mailto:marko@nethosting.com">Frodo Baggins</A>, decided that the whole of Middle-Earth should join together in a society dedicated to J.R.R. Tolkien. He enlisted the help of <A HREF="mailto:PCE@concentric.net">Legolas</A>, and they proceeded to lay the foundation for Mellon. Now, these two adventurers were resourceful, but they still faced hardships. Said Frodo, "The society needs spice. Get me <A HREF="mailto:nazgul@juno.com">Boromir of Gondor</A>. He has the materials to pep up this society." So together, they journeyed across the Grinding Ice to the remains of Beleriand. From there, they took a swan ship to Dol Amroth, home of Imrahil. They took with them some of Imrahil's finest knights and proceeded on the road to Minas Tirith. While journeyed, they were waylayed by the Corsairs of Umbar. Just when the two adventurers thought they were lost, out of the village of Erech came <A HREF="mailto:dave.betti@inter.nl.net">Aragorn</A>, <A HREF="mailto:nelsond@direct.ca">Gimli</A>, <A HREF="mailto:TKDD29A@prodigy.com">Gandalf</A>, the sons of Elrond, and the hosts of the Dead. The warriors descended on the Corsairs at the port of Pelargir. The hosts of Black Numenoreans, as the Corsairs were called, were slaughtered and driven back to Far Harad, where the Mumakil, or oliphants, were waiting. The host of the Dead pulled back and met up with Frodo and Legolas at Pelargir. The host of the Dead rode back to Erech, while Frodo, Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, and Gandalf rode to the city of Minas Tirith. They arrived there and talked to Boromir. Together, the friends, after picking up <A HREF="mailto:noga@globes.co.il">Samwise Gamgee</A>, <A HREF="mailto:tsavola@megabaud.fi">Peregrin Took</A>, and Meriadoc Brandybuck at the Shire, rode to the Mountains of Iron, where Frodo had put the rest of the society's materials. Together, the Nine Walkers finished the foundations of the society at Angband, former residence of Morgoth Bauglir, most hated of the enemies of the Elves and the Valar. When the society was completed, Gandalf, in one of his rare showings of magic, transported the entire society to Rivendell, where it now resides. The Nine Walkers continue to run the society, which has endured to this day.<BR>
Now, you too can join the Mellon Internet Society. To learn how, <A HREF=#join>read on</A>.<BR>
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<STRONG><A NAME="join">How to join</STRONG></A><P>
To join Frodo and company in their wonderful journeys, just use this simple form.<BR></CENTER>
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<PRE><STRONG>Real name: <INPUT TYPE="text" NAME="name">
Requested Tolkien character: <INPUT TYPE="text NAME="character">
Email address (required): <INPUT TYPE="text NAME="character"><BR>
<CENTER>What can you help with?</CENTER>
<CENTER>Newsletter Trivia IRC HTML Misc.</CENTER>
<INPUT TYPE="checkbox" NAME="newsletter" VALUE="yes"> <INPUT TYPE="checkbox" NAME="trivia" VALUE="yes"> <INPUT TYPE="checkbox" NAME="IRC" VALUE="yes"> <INPUT TYPE="checkbox" NAME="HTML" VALUE="yes"> <INPUT TYPE="checkbox" NAME="misc" VALUE="yes"><BR>
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<CENTER><INPUT TYPE="reset" VALUE="Wipe the application off!!"><BR>
<INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="Apply to the Society"></CENTER></FORM></STRONG></PRE>
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<P><CENTER>Various Tolkien links can be found at <A HREF="http://www.oocities.org/Area51/6157/tolkien.html">the residence of Frodo</A>.<P>
One can also find <A HREF=pictures.html>Tolkien pictures</A> displayed there.<P>
One can also find <A HREF=tolkfont.zip>documents of Tolkien's calligraphy</A> on tables there.<P>
Have anything to add to the hallowed halls of Tolkien? Simply talk to <A HREF="mailto:marko@nethosting.com">Frodo</A>.<BR>
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<H2>The Song of Tuor</H2>
<H4>"Then the magic drifted from me and that music loosed its bands-<BR>
Far, far-off, conched calling-lo! I stood in the sweet lands,<BR>
And the meadows were about me where the weeping willows grew,<BR>
Where the long grass stirred beside me, and my feet were dereced with
dew.<BR>
Only the reeds were rustling, but a mist lay on the streams<BR>
Like a sea-roke drawn far inland, like a shred of salt sea-dreams.<BR>
'Twas in the Land of Willows that I heard th'unfathomed breath<BR>
Of the Horns of Ylmir calling-and shall hear them till my death."</H4>
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<P ALIGN=RIGHT><H5><I>...from 'The Shaping of The
Middle-Earth'</I></H5></P><BR>
<CENTER>Special thanks to <A HREF="mailto:tsavola@megabaud.fi">Peregrin Took</A> for the poem and his graphics.<BR>
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Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!<P>
<PRE><STRONG>One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.</PRE></STRONG><P>
From a verse long known in the lore of Elves:<P>
<PRE><STRONG>Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.</PRE></STRONG><BR>
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