What do you "assign" to the Shire?

[Lathriel]

The Beginning of winter should go to the Shire because it is nice to have krisp new snow and it makes you think of Christmas.

[Eonwe]

indeed it should. when it gets here . can't wait.

im sure they eat at least one huge bowl of chili a day in the shire. anyway they should.

[Orominuialwen]

Umbrellas. As well as being excellent weapons, they keep me dry when it rains.

Fuzzy slippers. They're just so warm and comfortable.

Doing better than you expected at something and having people compliment you afterwards on what a good job you did.

Peanut butter. But only the kind without sugar and all sorts of nasssssty preservatives and goodness know what else. The kind that only has peanuts and salt is the perfect Hobbit food.

Fencing. Especially the fact that after two years of being mediocre to bad at foil, I'll finally get to learn saber, which I suspect I'll be much better at.

People who make you feel happy, even when you're trying to be angsty and sad.

My light purple shoes. Just because they make me inexplicably happy.

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Swedish women. . . eeh let me rephrase that to: Women who speak swedish.

I don't know what it is, but it sounds so beautiful, that you forget that she is talking incredebly fast so that you only understand 10% of what she says!

The funny thing is I don't find Swedish in generel beeing a beautiful language. When it is spoken by a male it is just another ordinary language, this could be explained easely by the fact that I am automatic atractet by allmost every female with in a radius of 50 m.

But no! You see, women who speaks french dos not affect me, but then again french is an overrated language.

German is a better exampel, I like german and nothing happens when it is spoken to me.

To sum it up: I assign women who speak swedish to the Shire.

[Plastic_Panda]

rain! my friends, and ya, i guess Planet Tolkien and the Downs....

[Kath]

Accidentally causing your friend to fall off the climbing wall (from a safe height!) and then seeing the startled and completely bewildered expression of said friend as they try to work out what just happened. Closely followed by the fit of hysterics you get upon seeing this face, where you're laughing so hard that tears are pouring down your cheeks and you can't breathe.

Yesterday was fun

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

The guy who, after your advisor tells you that what you plan to do is against the rules, has no qualms about helping you bend them. Making friends with administrators is a good tip for any college students [or potential ones] out there. But seriously, the people who understand that ivory towers are occasionally fun places to hole yourself up in and who have absolutely no issues with admitting you into their class (against the rules, in this case), or letting you take it with no grading involved (not against the rules, but nobody tells freshmen about these things) after you explain that no, you don't have to take the class because yes, you did test out of it thus meeting the requirements for your major, but sure will allow you to take it anyways because you simply want to. The ones that you don't have to explain your point nor purpose because he got it as soon as you started to speak. And that he's got the most laid back southern drawl imaginable doesn't hurt, as you notice that as you chat, you begin to pick it up a bit yourself, not even noticing your born-and-raised-Northeastern one disappearing. Of course, mah own ax-int came back ree-lee fas' aft r'I left. I'm sendin' tha' t'the Sha-er too.

So to sum up: I'm sending to the Shire the guy that's letting me take a class that I'm technically not supposed to and I'm sending my own accent.