Playing Pretend...us, that is

[elfwishes999]

i was running around with my sister in a field the other day and i pretended we were on pelenor fields and were charging at dozens of orcs..quite fun!

[ninlaith]

All my friends have told me that i have Gollum legs, you know skinny, boney, to put it plainly chicken legs. Also that I have really big Hobbit feet, minus the hair. So I used to turn all the lights out in the house and the windows were usually open so it would be pretty cold already and i would run around the house on all fours chanting my precious, my precious, they stole it from us! pretending I was Gollum running deep through the Misty Mountains. I have yet to be caught by my father so it has been pretty fun for me gollum.......

[Vanwatholiel]

All right, you got me. I was over my friends house and he has all these Martial Arts weapons. One of them is a sword, and it is black with a silver edge. I pretended that it was Gurthang, the Black Sword (or something like that. I forgot the name. Haven't read the book in a while). I would take the sword, and of course, pretend that I was battling Orcs at the Battle of Unnumbered Tears.

Or I would pretend that I was Eowyn in the Halls of Meduseld and swing the sword around. You remember, that part where they were all getting ready to leave Edoras, and Eowyn was looking in her trunk and found her sword. The sword I had had a scabbard and everything. I pretended that it was encrusted with jewels. Yes I'm weird, I know. You would have had to read The Silmarillion or the Book of Lost Tales 1&2 or The Lays of Beleriand to get the first sword thing. Long live Gurthang!

[One of the Nine]

I was just recently at camp, and I was in a very LotR frame of mind, and, during one camp game, I imagined that I was Frodo, searching for Mt. Doom, trying to stay away from all of the orcs trying to hunt me down. Then I tripped and like, killed my knee. Lots of cuts, bruises, and scrapes.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Shop-workers will know what I'm talking about. After finishing a roll of the long sack-bags you are left with a long cardboard tube. It makes an excellent pretend sword. It never gets boring playing with them!

[Lady Gamgee]

Yes, I have pretended. We live in a highly wooded area, lots of farmland too. Big trees & beautiful landscapes. A few days ago we had a slow, steady rain, so I took my shoes off and was walking down the little road pretending I was in Hobbiton. I was imagining all the little hobbit holes and beautiful gardens. I was really enjoying my little adventure ... admiring the rain drops on the flowers & grass, thinking about how peaceful Hobbiton was ... then as I was walking through the grass, a bee decided to plunge its stinger into my toe, lol and that was the end of that ... darn bee ... But, my days of pretending are not over, as I'm sure I'll find the need to do it again soon

[Meneltarmacil]

Well, on several occasions when I have been alone in a field or a wood, I have taken a branch or whatever, pretended it was a sword, and proceeded to reenact battle scenes from Middle-earth.

Me too. I've done it so many times that I know which sticks are swords, axes, spears, etc. (found one that would make a great Last Alliance-ish elven sword)

I was just recently at camp, and I was in a very LotR frame of mind, and, during one camp game, I imagined that I was Frodo, searching for Mt. Doom, trying to stay away from all of the orcs trying to hunt me down. Then I tripped and like, killed my knee. Lots of cuts, bruises, and scrapes.

Interesting... I was just at camp last week. Where exactly did you go, One of the Nine? It's quite possible we may have been at the same place and missed each other completely...

I imagined myself in M-E a lot at camp:

On this big obstacle course through the woods on a very dark night I imagined I was Aragorn in the Paths of the Dead.

During one relay race (held in a dusty area like the Black Gate) I whispered "For Frodo" under my breath right before I started running.

After said relay race, we headed up to a mountainside for a cookout dinner, and I both imagined myself as and felt like Frodo crossing Mordor.

On what has to be the toughest rock climbing wall I've ever tried, I kept hearing the music from the scene of Frodo climbing Mount Doom in my head for obvious reasons, and as before, I felt a lot like Frodo in that scene. (I tried that particular wall right after climbing another one, which was right after mountain biking, so I was already low on energy much like Frodo.)