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Vulcans and vampires and wolves, Oh my!
*Mithalwen enters holding a small teddy dressed as Frodo the Ring Bear-er*
James, I've a feeling we're not in Oxford anymore. Where are the people in cloaks, the foot ....err wigs, over earnest guitar playing and endless dreadful poetry?
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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