When you refer to your boyfriend as "the Elf" since he greatly resembles a Noldo, height, intelligence, technological skills, and everything.
When you choreograph a sword fight with your friend for the Renaissance Faire next school year at your school, just so you can use your very Elvish-looking sword. (Of course I really need to work on my upper-body strength too so he won't kill me or anything.)
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But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.
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