[Thenamir]

Long, long ago, in ages now considered the realm of legend and myth (the '80s and '90s), there lived a thirty-something Tolkien geek. For many years he had lain dormant as the trees of Fangorn, quiet in his geekiness, as had many who could claim the same title. For verily, thru many long years there had been nothing which merited becoming roused, and the only avenues for expression regarding the things of Middle-Earth were hoary newsgroups in which endless and fruitless debate prattled on the existence of balrog wings.

One fateful day tidings came to the shores of the Pea Sea where our geek plied his trade, rumors of a wond'rous new endeavor that promised to bring new life into long-silent fandom -- that the writs of lore and wonder penned by the Great Professor were to be transformed into a visual form (via infusions of much gold from the Brothers of the Stein of Wine, leaders of the Order of the New Line).

Then yea did the geek scour the realms within reach of his beloved Pea Sea, casting his mighty Inter-Net into the vast Oceans of Web from his lowly ship, the WinME, and drawing out what information could be learned or guessed regarding the building of this "moving picture" as it was so called. And lo, the guesses were many and the facts were few, and much fluff and frippery did the geek discard whild treasuring the few precious truths as a dragon watches over its hoard.

And at length in his search the geek moored his dinghy on the Isle of The Wight, known to its inhabitants as the Barrow-Downs. And while they knew as little as he of the work of the moving picture, and the debate of the wings raged here as well, yet indeed there was a camraderie and good fellowship such as had been absent in the petty newsgroups and bbs of his experience. And the geek spake unto himself saying, "this is a goodly land, and the people thereof are kindred to myself. I shall make my home here, and join myself to this band to whom the corpus of Middle-Earth is as dear as to me."

Thus the geek was welcomed into the Geekdom, but as each member of this society had chosen a new name which none but they would know and recognize, he chose for himself the name of "Thenamir" for the mere liking of the sound of it, close as it was to the names of Faramir and Boromir, both dear to his heart.

It was not until he had lived in the land for a time that one of the great scholars of that land made known to him that his name was well chosen, and was indeed taken from the elvish words for "grey sparkling jewel". Whereupon the geek rejoiced at his good fortune, and lived happily as a good citizen in that place. After a time he rose in the estimation of the ruler of that land, the benevolent BW, such that he was given authority to rule under him in that land, and the title of Forum Mod, which he retains to this day.