Wayfarers - We heard the dead leaves rustle As we walked down the path; And you would go to Endor, But I was bound for Gath. - We lingered where the roads forked, Then parted at the last; For you would know the future And I would drown the past.                                                                                         -Harvey Wagner Flink . .. Choose your path, wanderer ..
The Gypsy Fires                                                                           The Path to Tirn Aill  the map The Dreaming Village                                                                   An Ancient Castle. 
. . Away from the Vale. . . . . . the compliments of others, ~*~ the rings upon my hand .