NiennaSorrowing
The Shire
Jun 14 2007, 3:28am
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And now the picture is of dying Arwen. Much better.
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We did tend to see you as uncritically accepting of the movies, whereas we had great battles like unto any of the Wars of the Elder Days over the changing of the line "you cannot pass" to "you shall not pass". And don't even get me started on Elves at Helm's Deep, Arwen at the Ford of Bruinen, or Faramir taking Frodo to Osgiliath. In some sense, I miss those days, as that passion shall never again be seen, but on the other hand, I am grateful, because it was exhausting. Especially because I chose the losing side, knowing full well that I was doing so. (I will say that the movies turned out much better than I expected. That doesn't mean I don't wish to expunge their existence from history, and other such distinctly uncharitable things.)
My rearing did tend to isolate me a bit from other children my age, as they tended to talk about cartoon shows (we didn't have a television (my parents believed television, as my mother once bluntly put it, "sucks the brain out through the eyes") so I never had any clue what they were talking about), whereas I wanted to discuss whether Tuor really was permitted to join the Eldar in order to remain united with Idril. I never minded, as what was going on in my head was always so much more interesting than what other children were doing. And once I got to uni, I found plenty of people like me, and have since never wanted for companionship.
I was able to bond with other children over my love of football (er, that's soccer), which my father abhorred and my mother secretly admired. So I did have that.
Edit: WHY DOES THIS KEEP CHANGING BACK FROM HTML. *kicks text editor*
(This post was edited by NiennaSorrowing on Jun 14 2007, 3:36am)
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