since Legolas made my bandage out of his breeches, who cares?

He tore his boots into bandages for me. Which shows determination, if no great understanding of the absorptive properties of various materials.

She did have forest green eyes, though. And flame hair.

My Mary Sue had just the opposite. Striking, no?

Also, she's far more worried about being forced to marry Gandalf than I would be. Gandalf, on the other hand, would probably object.

Gandalf, on the other hand, would probably object.

Nothing personal, I'm sure. It's just that he's, you know, wired for the pointy hat trick.

Oh, lord, that's hilarious..

I had silver eyes and charcoal hair. Legolas had sparkling grey eyes.

I have no imagination.

But a lovely singing voice.

Vivienna Morning Glory clutched at the windowsill until her knuckles turned white, and she wept bitter tears. How could this be happening? All her life, she had been happy and carefree, and now this trouble... What had she done to deserve such a fate? Slowly, and with the blur of tears still in her vivid neon pink eyes, she paced about her bedroom. All she could think of now was Legolas, and how the news would break his heart.

I can't remember place names (sue me, I don't much like LotR) so mine is all "Hobbit Place" and "Arwyn place" and "Walking-tree-battle place."

so mine is all "Hobbit Place" and "Arwyn place" and "Walking-tree-battle place."

I can't either, so I just made up names that sounded right. You know - Fishstickslorien. Mothrador. Wrigley Field.

I think I could get behind the nation of Mothrador. I mean, who doesn't want giant angry moths as your allies? They are like Eagles, except with woolly antennae.

I have a Middle Earth poster on my office door. Place names, no problem. Some call it cheating; I prefer "wisely decorated."

Elanor Ravenstar blushed coyly. She could feel his eyes wandering over her body, from head to foot, as he took in the sight of her laying on the grass. In truth, she was beautiful. Unusually so, some said. Her father came from the line of elves of Mordor, while her mother was born into a lordly house of dwarves in Helm's Deep. The blending of the two races came together perfectly in Elanor Ravenstar, giving her an exotic look that few males found they could resist. Large almond-shaped bright crimson eyes were framed perfectly by shimmering waves of thick blue hair that fell to her waist. A sapphire-encrusted mithril pendant hung ever from her slender white neck, accentuating the delicate frame of her collarbone.

At least my hair and eyes are my school colors!

Fishstickslorien. Heh.

I think I'd prefer Slothlorien, with all the stoner elves lounging around unable to be arsed about saving the world. And Sauron would have to live in Fourdoor, possibly in a salloon...

...and I thnk that somebody had better stop me now. Yes. Right. Stepping away from the painfully bad jokes ve-ry slowly....