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"Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make. Not he. <...> Actually Gollum lived on a slimy island of rock in the middle of the lake. "

And three riddles are also seen here:

"An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place.""

"A live without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking."

"This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down."

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I did it for an "art-challenge" on www.diary.ru, and that was sooo much fun and yes, a real challenge to me, since I haven't worked with ink nor feather for years.
Materials: some white paper(A4), black ink, a feather made in USSR, exactly like this one here: fotki.yandex.ru/users/sisyphus…

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Description
"Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make. Not he. <...> Actually Gollum lived on a slimy island of rock in the middle of the lake. "

And three riddles are also seen here:

"An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place.""

"A live without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking."

"This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down."

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I did it for an "art-challenge" on www.diary.ru, and that was sooo much fun and yes, a real challenge to me, since I haven't worked with ink nor feather for years.
Materials: some white paper(A4), black ink, a feather made in USSR, exactly like this one here: fotki.yandex.ru/users/sisyphus…

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