I agree with Cudae. I think that there's a certain amount of escapism involved in love of fantasy, at least for me. So often I get sick of the complicated world that we live in, and I want to go back to a time (whether or not it ever really existed) where there was right, and then there was wrong, and there's no grey area in between. There's the Elves and then the Orcs, and just by looking at them you can tell who's good and who's bad. There's the happy Hobbits with their Happy Hobbit Song, the beautiful Elves that harken back to an even more ancient time, the Men who hold the promise of the future and yet still live in the time I love, and the Dwarves, who...are the Dwarves, and I love 'em. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] There's no hole in the ozone layer, no war with Iraq, no 9/11, no threats of lung cancer from second-hand smoke, no drugs (well, pipe-weed, but that's totally different), no big, smoky, hazy, busy, dangerous cities with towering skyscrapers and fast-moving vehicles. I'm a re-enactor (1800's), and I love going back for a little while to a day where people were polite, gentlemen escourted their ladies back to their seats after a dance, said please and thank you, yes ma'am and no sir, and all that stuff that people have forgotten about. I think that that's part of the answer, at least.
~*~Orual~*~
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