Yepsers, I would be your typical (or should I say atypical?) insane 13 year old.

Will I ever finish "From the Ashes"? That remains to be seen. I can't seem to get it right.

I is from the Land of the Chilly and the home of the Snow, AKA Minnesota.

Current list of obsessions: Monty Python, Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, learning Sindarin and Quenya, the Tudor period (and most other history), the movie Braveheart, Matchbox 20, Barenaked Ladies (the music group, to any perverts out there) sewing (I said I was weird) and Martina McBride... oh yes... making people wonder what the heck pahoehoe is (which would probably be under the category of pretending I know Hawaiian.)

I also enjoying screaming "STEWARD ABUSE!" at appropriate stages of The Return of the King movie. Denethor is now under the protection of SPA (Steward Protection Agency.) That would be Carcharoth and myself. Ian McKellen, we WILL find you. In the meantime, someone needs to give Peter Jackson a good thwack, and Hurin's line some appreciation. Really, Denethor may have been mad, but let's see how long your mind holds up under a Dark Lord controlled palantir, dissers.

I flame at will. Sorry, but the purism won't have it any other way.

Orcs fear computers. Faramir and his army of cocktails are in league with Sauron (who is having a random clandestine affair with Thuringwethil behind Morgoth's back.) And yes, I have dreams of this sort.

And yet somehow, I remain the epitome of sanity, despite the testimony of a certain tarkil who will remain unnamed and in my head.

Dudes, bug off Boromir. With whatever weight my claim holds, I as a (CANON-abiding) fangirl claim him and you can't portray him or Denethor as a jerk for the glorification of Mary-Sue.

In short, bow to canon. Tolkien is lord.

Amen.