I was introduced to LOTR when I was around eight, when I watched the Bakshi films and was morbidly fascinated with all the blood and the twisted woods and the odd men with no pants (!). But that was all it remained for me for the next few years: a strange story that somehow both appealed to my inner child and revealed a starkly cruel world. Then, of course, the books happened. My mother had an old, battered copy of The Lord of the Rings, complete with yellowed pages and pencil marks and all else. I had just failed at reading War and Peace, and, out of stubbornness, wanted to finish a really fat book.
I got obsessed so quickly, I may have lost some friends. :/ I regret nothing! Nothing, I tell you!
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"Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?" – Tom Bombadil
Last edited by Galadriel; 11-19-2013 at 07:22 PM.
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