But I have to admit, I’m probably not the most obvious Tolkien fan, nor the most dedicated. I love him, yes. But I don’t actually own all of Tolkien’s books; I haven’t read “The Silmarillion”; I don’t have a tattoo of his initials; I can’t actually speak Elvish; and I don’t even own the extended editions of the movies — my parents do. Blasphemy, I know.
The things I do have going for me are my love of runes, my name and the fact I have “The Lord of the Rings” in English and in German. (I even wrote a book report about LotR in German, which should give me bonus points, I think.) Oh, and the fact the only board game my family can play together without fighting is “The Lord of the Rings Trivia”. But that’s probably because we all know my dad will win.
But lately I’ve been wanting to reignite my passion for Middle Earth. Suddenly I’m not content with my passive love of Tolkien. When I went to “The Hobbit” (at midnight, of course) I realized I don’t actually know as much about Tolkien’s world as I would like. Besides “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings”, I have only read one of the appendices (the one about runes); for a self-proclaimed Tolkien-lover, that’s kind of sad.
So I’ve decided I’m going to read “The Silmarillion”, and take you guys along for the ride. I haven’t read it yet because I’ve heard it’s rather slow going. But, if I have my readers at my back, I’m sure I can get through it. And you guys will get all the benefits and history lessons of Middle Earth without even cracking open the book. Lucky you! It’s going to be a team effort, here.
And who knows. Maybe one day I’ll join the Tolkien Society, and become the ultimate nerdmaid.
All for now,
ps. An elf walked into a bar, the hobbit laughed and walked under it. (I’ve been laughing for days from that joke.)