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Originally Posted by Morgul Queen
How do I imagine Mr B-W? I see a skinny little guy iwth Rib-Zombie-ish hair that hides half of his face, cow-boy boots, T-shirts that are far too big for him and several empty bottles of vodka lying around!
*runs and hides*
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Several empty bottles of vodka?! Which leaves us with three options: that the Barrow Wight doesn't clean his flat and they can therefore be several months old; that he is possessed of a surprisingly strong, probably Russian constitution; or that he is actually lying in a coma, cow-boy boots and all, in a corner.
Definitely option three.
Feanor of the Peredhil: for some reason I can't help imagining you doing cartwheels. You're like Jack Skellington, but...well, human, female and a whole lot prettier. Just go with the dangerous, black eyeliner deal. Beats me why this image comes to my mind...it changes on a regular basis.