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Anonymous asked: Do you know what the plot to Lord of the Rings was.???????? dundundun put it back or so help me god. now.... LAUGH HUMAN LAUGH

But first, do you want the whole series plot or just the first book?
So here it is in my basic terminology.

First Book: A great Evil threatens Middle Earth in the form of a gold ring- sooooo evil! It is up to one Hobbit to take the ring to Mt. Doom and destroy it. All without being caught by Sauron and Sauroman’s dark forces. He is aided by a fellowship- an elf, a ranger, a warrior of Gondor, a dwarf, the wizard Gandalf, and his three hobbit friends.
Soon it is apparent that the ring will eventually corrupt his fellow companions, so he departs with his friend, Sam. They are followed by Orcs and Gollum.

Whole Series: the journey of one Hobbit and his fellowship to stop an army of darkness and destroy a ring of great evil, saving their homes from destruction and enslavement.

*maniacal laughter*

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Anonymous asked: What if a fox was your shadow?

I would be deliriously giddy! I love foxes.
:D

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Whatever…Do I even have to?

Apparently I did. I had to spell it out for someone.

I had to hold my tongue till it bled.

Keep my personal feelings in check.

I had to grip my palms till nails bit into flesh and left marks.

I had a low point once. And at the drop of a hat, they betrayed me. Threw me to the wolves and relished grabbing pity-attention from others.
Never asked if I was okay, if it was a test, if it was a joke. People I never knew broke my back with their whipping words.

They wondered why I kept silent. Why I looked at the ground. Why I tensed up at slight sounds. Why I shuffled off like a deer hit by a Humvee.

Because when you break your second fiddle, you make it into firewood.

And now that I’m ashes, settled and content, you wish to stir them and pat me back into shape.

But I’ve been destroyed! Can you not see that?! I cannot be shifted back to what I once was.

No amount of crocodile tears can make me whole.

So let it go, so I might speak without a bleeding tongue of curses.

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