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Old 02-21-2002, 09:57 AM   #11
Daegwenn
Haunting Spirit
 
Join Date: Feb 2002
Location: Lothlórien
Posts: 82
Daegwenn has just left Hobbiton.
Silmaril

I am constantly thinking of stories to come up with...and I am very tempted to make a story about Tolkien-aholics. ^_^

As for the Tolkien day, sure! Count me in...and if we get a day off of work then really count me in. *thinks about telling her teachers and boss that she can't make it to work because its a religious holiday--Tolkien day* Yup. That would be fun.

Other symptoms for Tolkien addicts are:

You sit with your friends, that are equally as obsessed, and when someone walks by, debate if he/she looks like a hobbit, elf, man, dwarf, orc, troll, etc.

When someone asks you the date, you reply 'The first of Solmath...'

Saying goodbye, hello, or basically anything comes quicker to you in Quenya than in your native language.

You can call someone an idiot in more than two languages...one of those languages is Quenya.

You were the only one laughing in the theatre when Bilbo says, "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." Or you can quote along with him.

You are convinced that your brother must have been an orc in another life.

If you tilt your hand to the left somewhat, you're boss reminds you of a hobbit.

Your sketch books are crammed with doodles and drawings that have been inspired by Tolkien's books.

Hmm...I think I may think of others later.
~~Daegwenn
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"And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—Riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair"
Highwayman
Alfred Noyes
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