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I was remembered by Carl Weathers when i saw him on the sunday. Just asked if i saw him yesterday (saturday). just asked how i was doin since yesterday and stuff

I unfortunatly could not attend the LFCC that Carl Waethers was at and I am looking forward to meeting him at C9. However, I have heard many different perspectives about what he is like. Who has met Carl Weathers and what is he like?

Well here's my lot: Adam West Alan Cumming Alan Harris Alan Rickman Andy Serkis Angelina Jolie Anthony Daniels Anthony Hopkins Antonio Fargas Arnold Schwarzenegger Bernard Hill Bill Nighy Bob Hoskins Brian Blessed Brian Cox Britt Ekland Chloe Annett Chris Barrie Christian Slater Christopher Lee Clive Owen Colin Salmon Craig Parker Danny John-Jules David Carradine Dave Prowse Diane Kruger Dustin Hoffman Ewan McGregor Frank Oz George A. Romero Hattie Hayridge Hugh Laurie Hugh Quarshie Ian McDiarmid Ian McKellen James Earl Jones James Purefoy Jason Isaacs Jeremy Bulloch Jeremy Irons Jerry Bruckheimer John Challis John Cleese John Hurt John Rhys-Davies John Travolta Johnny Depp Jonathan Pryce Jude Law Julian Glover Kate Beckinsale Keira Knightley Ken Foree Kenneth Branagh Kenny Baker Lance Henriksen Lawrence Makoare Mark Ordesky Martin Kemp Michael Carter Nick Stahl Norman Lovett Pam Ferris Paul Hogan Pete Postlethwaite Rachel Weisz Ray Park Richard Kiel Richard Roxburgh Robbie Coltrane Robert Davi Robert Englund Robert Llewellyn Roger Moore Rutger Hauer Sean Bean Simon Pegg Temuera Morrison Thomas Jane Tim Roth Toby Stephens Tom Savini Val Kilmer Warwick Davis

I am also confused as to how the categories have all been seperated. I thought it was just the three categories and now there all jumbled up. How does this work?

Your story is great it's a lot different to mine. I wrote 'Crossing into Shadow' which is about the ringwraiths. They are different in every way.

I like your story its very warm and its probably how all of the hobbits would have behaved.

I think your story is very well written and a nice idea about writing from the ring's perspective. Well done

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations owned by the original author and publishers. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Title: Crossing into Shadow Certificate: PG Word Count: 441 1500 OF THE SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE-EARTH Today a traveller approached me from Morder. This man gave me a kingly gift he claimed it was from his master the ‘Giver of Gifts’. Whoever the ‘Giver of Gifts’ is he will be welcomed with much hospitality. - Lord Khamûl King of the Eastern Lands – 1560 OF THE SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE-EARTH Today one of the sacred tribes of the South Eastern lands attempted to dethrone me in a violent manner. The gift which I received so long ago whispered into my ear to gather an army and destroy these invaders. After the long battle was won the gift urged me to take over their kingdom and demolish their fellow tribes. - Lord Khamûl King of the Eastern Lands – 1600 OF THE SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE-EARTH Today I plan to take over the Western lands. With this gift on my ring finger nothing can stand in my way. I will set out burning everything in my path. The ring demands it. However, something baffles me ever since this ring came into my possession I have outlived all I once knew, even my own children. Though I have not aged a day I feel withered and I feel my strength is fading. - Lord Khamûl King of the Eastern Lands – 1620 OF THE SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE-EARTH I have heard my name mentioned across the lands. Not as Lord Khamûl King of All Eastern Lands but as Khamûl the Shadow in the East. Although I have slowly been regaining strength my voice has become hollow. Also my reflection has diminished until it became nothing. My only reflection comes from the ring on my finger; it’s my only outlet, my only desire, my precious. Let all the lands burn. - Lord Khamûl the Shadow in the East – 2190 OF THE SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE-EARTH We have heard the call of eight similar voices. We heard a voice that was more superior to the others. The voice echoed all the way from the western region. We travelled across the land to the eye of the voice. We ended up in Mordor. Eight other kings from distant lands were there some were from Harad, some from my own lands and one from Numenor. We all stood before the great ‘Giver of Gifts’ the one who united us. He is Annatar known also as Sauron, The Lord of the Rings. - Khamûl servant of Sauron – 2200 OF THE SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE-EARTH We nine servants of Sauron have united. We are the Nazgul. The almighty Sauron is our master and soon Lord of Middle-Earth. - Khamûl Nazgul –

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations owned by the original author/writers, publishers and distributors. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Title: The Messenger Words: 357 Patrick and his best friend Robert were fishing off the coast of South Africa on holiday. They loved fishing but more importantly they loved spending time with each other. Four hours had gone by and they had gotten no luck. "The change in climate must have scared them away" Robert said in a disappointed tone. "I don't understand we have been fishing here for years. What could have possibly changed. Besides the climate has not changed at all" Patrick insisted. "Whats that?" Robert wondered looking over by a large jagged tooth like rock. A body lay in the water. Patrick rowed the boat over towards the rock and hoisted the body on board. "Arrgh!!!" the body was alive he was screaming. The sound cut through Patrick and Robert like a thousand knives. Then just as suddenly as it had started it stopped. "The man looked at the other two men with large menacing eyes and a face of terror. The man hissed at the two men "Go onto the shore and never return!" he demanded. "What do you mean where do you come fr..." The man interupts Patrick suddenly "Did you not hear me the first time. You and the whole population is doomed there is no escape. He will break free from behind the wall and when he does you will say 'that crazy old fool was right'" Patrick and Robert looked at each confused and frightened. What was he talking about they thought. Robert knelt down to the washed up man and whispered into his ear. "Who will break from behind the wall" "Arrgh!!" the man screamed "The demon, the monster the beast who was never meant to be. He will not stay on the island forever and when he escapes you will never be safe again" "What island" Patrick insisted The man glared at the two men and slowly spoke. "The island has no official name but it is known as..." "Known as what!" shouted Robert in anger. The old man was dying he lay silent and gave them the name of the island in his final breath. "It is known as Skull Island"

Thank you for your message I must have placed the rough draft instead of the final draft. Thanks for the correction

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations owned by the original author and publishers. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Title: The Predator and its Prey Certificate: U Words: 349 It was a dark and gloomy morning in Rohan. Aragorn is readying his horse for departure for the great battle. He is strong but feels powerless. All of the men look up to him and he gives them courage but something stands still in his mind. He walks out of the stables and raises his head to the heavens. “How do I give the men courage if I have none myself†thought Aragorn. This thought never left his mind until he saw a small sparrow like bird soaring through the sky. His eyes were fixed on this bird, how it majestically flew through the morning sky with no challenges to face and no burdens to carry. This bird landed in front of Aragorn. It was grazing the soil for food. The food than it longed for has been extinct for many years. Aragorn then proceeded back to the barn to be warmly greeted by Gimli holding two pints of beer. “So how many orcs are you hoping to kill. I can’t wait to introduce my axe to every single one of them†chuckled Gimli taking a large sip of beer. “The only thing I am hoping for is to finally bring peace to Middle-Earth†Aragorn sighed and stepped out of the barn once more. He was astonished to find the bird was still searching for what has been lost for so long but then the bird rips a 2 inch long golden bellied beetle from the ground. Aragorn gasps “The golden bellied beetle has been extinct for over twenty yearsâ€. Gimli walks out of the barn to join Aragorn. “You see Aragorn. That bird believed that the beetle was still alive and he would find it and taste it once more. The bird did not give up hope. You see if we all have hope and believe in each other we can achieve the impossibleâ€. Aragorn smiled at Gimli for the first time they arrived at Rohan “Your right my friend. We need to ready the men and ride out to battle. This battle is ours to be wonâ€

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations owned by the original author and publishers. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Title: Through the eyes of a Warrior Certificate: PG Words: 415 We have been riding for what seems like days and then I heard a sound which was different than hundreds of horse shoes treading on the dead land. The enemy was in my site. All of our men sat up proudly to show them that we will win this battle. As we approach our foes my mouth drops in terror we are outnumbered by thousands. My mind wants to turn back but my heart believes in honour and I shall not abandon the men. I come sharply to a halt the enemy has seen our approach. That noise our king has declared that he will fight to the death. If the king will fight until that time then so shall I. We all break free from our stationery position. Charging with everything we have. I want to fight because it seems the only chance of survival is to fight. Finally our horses clash with the enemy. Swords and arrows are flying in all different directions. I see my friends whom I was talking to this very morning lying their dead on the ground. I take a look over my shoulder to see that our leader, our king is still fighting and he still has hope. Suddenly all I could hear was a deafening scream of terror. Followed by silence. I now see that our king has been taken into the heavens by the witchking. I must fight for honour, I must live through this hour. There are loud high pitched screams coming from Minas Tirith. The enemy has broken into the barricade and are slaying innocent men, women and children. The most hurtful thing of all is it sounds like the enemy are enjoying it. I ride to the entrance to Minas Tirith slaying orcs as I go. I needed to help these people. I burst in arrows come my way luckily my steed has managed to triumph his way to a large balcony and then stops. Four arrows are embedded in his back. The battle is over for him but I must go on. I must fight. Somebody is calling my name but who? One of my fellow riders I can't quite make out what he is saying. I finally heard what he was shouting 'look out for the archer on the second pillar' by this time it is too late. I fall into darkness. I have failed my king. As long as the ring remains with the two hobbits there is still hope...

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations owned by the original author and publishers. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Title: Through the eyes of a Warrior Certificate: PG Word Count: 415 So I ride off into battle. What challenges do I face? I along with so many other heroic soldiers are riding to victory or our doom. I look down the line and see our leader Theoden. He shows no fear but deep down inside he is as fearful as the rest of us. We have been riding for what seems like days and then I heard a sound which was different than hundreds of horse shoes treading on the dead land. The enemy was in my site. All of our men sat up proudly to show them that we will win this battle. As we approach our foes my mouth drops in terror we are outnumbered by thousands. My mind wants to turn back but my heart believes in honour and I shall not abandon the men. I come sharply to a halt the enemy has seen our approach. That noise our king has declared that he will fight to the death. If the king will fight until that time then so shall I. We all break free from our stationery position. Charging with everything we have. I want to fight because it seems the only chance of survival is to fight. Finally our horses clash with the enemy. Swords and arrows are flying in all different directions. I see my friends whom I was talking to this very morning lying their dead on the ground. I take a look over my shoulder to see that our leader, our king is still fighting and he still has hope. Suddenly all I could hear was a deafening scream of terror. Followed by silence. I now see that our king has been taken into the heavens by the witchking. I must fight for honour, I must live through this hour. There are loud high pitched screams coming from Minas Tirith. The enemy has broken into the barricade and are slaying innocent men, women and children. The most hurtful thing of all is it sounds like the enemy are enjoying it. I ride to the entrance to Minas Tirith slaying orcs as I go. I needed to help these people. I burst in arrows come my way luckily my steed has managed to triumph his way to a large balcony and then stops. Four arrows are embedded in his back. The battle is over for him but I must go on. I must fight. Somebody is calling my name but who? One of my fellow riders I can't quite make out what he is saying. I finally heard what he was shouting 'look out for the archer on the second pillar' by this time it is too late. I fall into darkness. I have failed my king. As long as the ring remains with the two hobbits there is still hope...