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Daegwenn · 02-12-2002, 06:48 PM

In Theatre Arts class, I had to memorize a monologue and present it in class...I found a good one--that was normal, it had nothing to do with LOTR...I got up to the front of the class, forgot it and winged it with whatever popped into my mind--which happened to be Lord of the Rings orientated. No one knew what i was talking about.

I ran after my Boyfriend crying, "My precioussss, we will have it, yes we will my precioussss."

My school sweater has my name, Daegwenn, on the sleeve.

I almost got kicked out of the theatres for talking too much...I was just trying to inform my friends who Elrond is...and Gandalf...and Aragorn...and Boromir...and Legolas...and Galadriel...and-well...you get the point.

I am known at Magic the Gathering tournaments for my elf/archer deck-dubbed proudly: My Legolas deck.

02-12-2002, 06:48 PM	#11
Daegwenn Haunting Spirit Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Lothlórien Posts: 82	In Theatre Arts class, I had to memorize a monologue and present it in class...I found a good one--that was normal, it had nothing to do with LOTR...I got up to the front of the class, forgot it and winged it with whatever popped into my mind--which happened to be Lord of the Rings orientated. No one knew what i was talking about. I ran after my Boyfriend crying, "My precioussss, we will have it, yes we will my precioussss." My school sweater has my name, Daegwenn, on the sleeve. I almost got kicked out of the theatres for talking too much...I was just trying to inform my friends who Elrond is...and Gandalf...and Aragorn...and Boromir...and Legolas...and Galadriel...and-well...you get the point. I am known at Magic the Gathering tournaments for my elf/archer deck-dubbed proudly: My Legolas deck. __________________ "And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding— Riding—Riding— A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard. And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred. He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord’s daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair" Highwayman Alfred Noyes