March 31st, 2012 (10:22 am)
Let me tell you something about me and LOTR. When I was in college, my mom told me about LOTR and how life-changing it was for her and basically how much she loves it. Intrigued, I picked up her copy of The Hobbit as an introduction to Tolkien's world and proceeded to finish the trilogy (with some genealogy parts skipped/skimmed) which reaffirmed my faith in how good always triumphs in the end. I love fairy tales, and I love epic battles and dragons, so I finished the books with a happy heart, even considering a tattoo done in elvish script, heh. I also felt closer to trees, sometimes hugging/talking to them afterwards. Because of ents and stuff.
But I'm also very forgetful, and even if reading the series gave me a fantastic high, and the story stayed with me, I got distracted by school and other books, etcetera etcetera, and my obsession faded, until I saw the movies which helped me remember.
Recently, when my family and I went to New Zealand, we really planned on checking out Hobbiton, which they also visited five years ago.
Because of the recent filming of The Hobbit, everything was in tip-top shape, or so my parents say. The look of the set improved and the colors of the houses were more vibrant.
Look, my dad as a hobbit! Me as a giant. Or orc. Taken by our most excellent tour guide.



( It was really preciousss )