Susan W., with a story worthy of Dickens:
I think I just got my Christmas miracle. I opened a cabinet to check for sundry baking needs, not noticing the full bottle of wine sitting on the counter. The bottle fell to the floor without a) shattering or b) breaking my foot.
I figure I can no longer wish for a pony or world peace at this point....
From "Dude, Where's My Precious?'
Am-Chau Yarkona:
I'm getting married to Elrond!
Not sure how Celebrian'll take it, though.
p.m. marcontell :
Felicia will kill you if you try anything. Most likely it will be death by ABBA.
billytea:
"Can you hear the drums Galadriel..."
(FWIW, the movie being referenced is
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
....)
Billytea in Dude Where's my Precious (the first is a quote from an off site author about Tolkien and sex)
Although Tolkien never said that the elves DID have hot gay sex, he also never said that they DIDN’T.
Really, you'd be amazed at the sheer volume of hot gay sex Tolkien neglected to rule out in his writing. For instance, he could have written "'Alas!' said Aragorn. 'Thus passes the heir of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of the Guard! And yet had we delayed to seize our opportunity for hot gay sex! This is a bitter end." Or he could have had Sam saying "I've got a bit of a stew for you, and some broth, Mr Frodo. Do you good. Not as much good as a bracing morning of hot gay sex, I'll warrant, but there's little to be done about that, with that Gollum sneaking about at all hours. Well, you'll have to sup it in your mug; or straight from the pan, when it's cooled a bit. It'll have to do for now." But did he? No, he didn't.
Really, if he's going to be so ambiguous is it any surprise that people wonder?
Angus, being cool in Natter:
Because I would hate for anyone to just explode or something through an inability to assimilate my level of coolness.
PMM contemplating the holidays:
I'm at my parents' place. We arrived early. Thank goodness they have broadband.
ita,
contemplating The Two Towers:
Will Aragorn tenderly clasp every corpse?
Shawn:
L: "You're late."
A: "I"ve been hugging every corpse from Edoras to Helms Deep, so step off, all right?"
Victor:
L: (to self) Still the prettiest. YEEEEES!