Ok, it's gotten so bad that all I dream about is LotR. [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] There was one that Aragorn was raised by some witch queen, another where my Mom and I found him broken in half along the side of the road and we had to look into his eyes with a drinking straw to see where he was murdered (some swamp or something). And the strangest dream yet was I had a schoolgirls' infatuation, not a crush, on Wormtongue. Seriously, I was all "Ooh Grima, can I wash your hair? Oh I'm glad that nasty cut on your lip that nasty Theoden gave you is healing!" Very wierd...and then don't ask about the exploding Bilbo. :P
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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