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Being a Tolkien fan is standing at the edge the forest and hearing far off the song of the fair folk as they dance with the fireflies in their hidden glades. Feeling the rush of Manwe’s breath on your skin and hearing Ulmo’s sigh in the waves. Staring a little longer at the riverbed in hopes of finding your own ring of power or jewel of light. And your favorite time of day is that twilight moment when the sun’s light just fades over the western hills but the moon and the evening star sit high on the east horizon.
It is believing in a world and a race that may or may not have ever existed – but you dream with your heart that it had. And you muse that perhaps you are a descendant of the children of Fingolfin and your ancestors feasted at the fountains in Gondolin. You study a map of this world to find the traces of Middle-Earth and you swear you’ve found Amon Rudh in an unpopulated area just south of town.
It is wishing that you could dream things and write words such as his. Put things down on paper that tear another’s soul to pieces and make it soar at the same time. Or that you could draw, paint or sculpt –turn the world he’s built in your mind into something concrete, something tangible. The admiration is so great that you still marvel, as though caught unaware, at the beauty and anguish of a passage you’ve read thirteen times before and will read thirteen times again. And you may close the book when you have finished, but you never place it away on a shelf, no, it stays close to you, on your night stand with the others, waiting until next time….
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beautiful, Amyrlis!!(that is, if you still come here...you did post that almost a year ago) [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] No one could have captured the essence of what it's like being a TOlkien fan better than you did. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] I really enjoyed that post! And noo it's def. not over dramatic ..i'm sure all of us feel the same way, just couldn't put it into words the way you did. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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