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			*Aethelwine enters a theater one faithful day in 2005 ( no correct dates for now ) and sits down. The big day has arrived, she's going to see the musical of The Lord of the Rings for the first time. She's excited, not knowing what to expect.
 Then the lights go out, and... on a screen at the back of the stage a word appears: PROLOGUE. 'A yes', Athelwine thinks, 'for those under us who still don't know what LotR is about...'
 Suddenly, a strange noise can be heard, to the side of the stage. A strange looking man appears, wearing on his head a big... eye? With a shock Aethelwine realizes that this has to be Sauron, our dear dark lord. Looking utterly ridicules. And than he opens his mouth... and... sings...
 
 " I'm gonna make my own ring
 's gonna make me a king
 's gonna make me a lo-o-o-ord
 
 They will bend down to my voice
 gonna drop down their toys
 gonna drop down their rings
 The rings of their kings!"
 
 Then, a choir is revealed, consisting of 3 elves, 7 dwarves and 9 man, singing:
 
 "He's gonna make his own ring
 's gonna make him a king
 's gonna make him a lo-o-o-ord
 
 But we will march on
 let the odds be all wrong
 we won’t let go of our rings
 The rings of our kings!”
 
 Terrified, Aethelwine leaves the theater, never to return…*
 
 I’ll never get the image of a singing Sauron out of my head…
 
				__________________Nelly, I am Heathcliff!  He's always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
 - Catherine to Nelly, Wuthering Heights
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