I don't know how many of you will remember me. But, for those of you who do, I'm back... So to speak.
I was teased about a guy I hadn't even met for a couple of years, we all went to the same small church and there was one lady who basically made couples out of the young people for fun.
He was one of those guys who just sort of smoulders all alone in the darkest corner, I'm sure you know the type. People I sort of associated with at the time used to whisper when they talked about him... "..that guy... he's weird...".
So you can imagine my discomfort when my family was invited to his house for dinner.
Somehow we ended up talking after everyone had finished eating, and I found out by degrees how completely foolish it was for me to have believed what everyone else had said about him. In fact, it still embarrasses me that I was ever like that.
Anyway, he'd just recieved the FotR soundtrack for his birthday and asked if I wanted to hear it, so we went up to his room (our siblings were all upstairs taking lego-men apart) and listened to it and talked some more. And I found out that, besides being a really cool guy, he hadn't finished reading LotR yet, but he'd taught himself most of the Tengwar (he even showed me how to write my name with them), and he wrote poetry.
Now he's my best friend, we went to the midnight showing of RotK together with another friend before crashing at my house, and we're in a band together.
I also found out that he's obsessed with swords and knives. So I bought him a replica of Narsil for his birthday last year. And it sits in a place of honour in his bedroom, on the wall between his LotR poster, and the translation of the first few verses of Genesis into Quenya.
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