[VanimaEdhel]

You know, when I was nine, I told my mom that I was going to marry Legolas? Seriously: in LotR: FotR, when they reached Lothlorien, I turned to my mom and told her I would find a portal and marry Legolas.

Now, I'm fifteen and am still searching for that darn portal...I still say it's behind the door that's locked from the outside that my friend cannot open in her room, but she will not let my friends and me knock the door down...we all say it is a portal into the Mines of Moria.

And, when I am not having horrific dreams about some not-too-favorable people that used to go to my school coming back, I dream Lord of the Rings (okay, I'll admit it: or I dream action-adventure movie or about hot actors...but that is very rarely).

I had this image of the Fellowship...beautiful image, sadly marred by the sands of time...when I was nine. I imagined Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin as the most beautiful little child-like people, Aragorn as a handsome, handsome Ranger, Gandalf as a grandfatherly man, Gimli as a not-too-ugly bearded poo-head who feigned grumpiness, Boromir as the "deceivingly" handsome son of the Steward (whatever that was), and Legolas as the most beautiful creature in creation. I thought that, once I went through the portal, I would become Melana, a beautiful, beautiful Elf princess, and that Legolas would come across me in the woods and we would marry and live happily-ever-after.

And people wonder why I miss my single-digit age years...