I Am Obsessed With Rings of Power

I just watched episode 4 of season 2 and spoilers ahead, we have Ents, Tom Bombadil, and more of poor Elrond being right. Actually wait, I’ve gone back through seasons 1 and 2 for the umpteenth time. I’m rewatching episode one of season two and feeling very sorry for poor Elrond who will never see peace because of the rings until Frodo. We are talking thousands of years, but then again elves are immortal.

(please note I dictated most of this post, so bear with while I edit)

Seriously though I am watching this show on repeat way too much, and the only other thing I’m watching Is Interview with the Vampire season two. Imagine my surprise when one of the vampire characters is also an elf in season 2 of RoP.

I’m so obsessed with rings of power that it’s giving me a headache and the other night I had a nightmare about Galadriel. Probably because she’s so frustratingly obsessed with salon and her ring. But can we blame her ladies? Come on Sauron and fair form wink wink.

But I get so emotional the whole time I’m watching this show. I remember back to when I was a kid and we used to have to watch the Lord of the rings cartoon back in the 1970s. I think it was actually amazing when watching it back then because they use the true life movements and put cartoonage over it for the film.

Also, I swear Sauron’s nose is different. We see him lie at Adar’s feet to swear fealty with his usual nose from season 1. Then the next time Sauron is on screen his nose looks weird when he’s on a horse entering Lindon to see Celebrimbor. Honestly, Sauron’s nose looks more bulgy. I’m telling you I notice many things. I just watch both seasons on repeat.

Comments

Thinkerbeat Guest Post

Welcome to the Thinkerbeat Anthology Interview Q: What inspired you to start publishing? A: I wrote my first story when I was really young. I used to sit with a typewriter and clunk away at the keys for hours. I’d make a lot of mistakes, but I kept trying. Later, I started sending stories out for publication. I got a lot of rejections, just like everyone does. In college I studied the music business and learned about managing talent. I also played around with the idea of becoming a computer programmer, but my creative side won out and I spent a number of years working in the music business. Down the road, I got an offer to write a children’s book for a publisher. I thought, well, 500 words, how hard can that be? It took me months to finish it. You spend more time describing the illustrations on the page than you do putting words on the page. The staff editor was never happy and we disagreed on a lot of things. But I learned from him. I also kept in mind that if I didn’...

Guest Post from Author Samantha Tonge on Her New Novella

How to Get Hitched in Ten Days is my first novella and the story just flew onto the page. It is a tale of friendship, unrequited love and about turning around the challenges that occasionally strike us all as we go through life. Mikey helps the boyfriend of his best friend and flat mate, Jasmine, turn around a disastrous Valentine’s Day proposal. Early reviews are coming in and I am thrilled that many readers are reacting to Mikey in the way I intended – they all love him and wish he was part of their lives. As one reviewer, Coffeeholic Bookworm says: “ I want some Mikey in my life! Mikey isn’t your typical hero. He’s soft, fluffy, sensitive and yummy. His friendship with Jasmine was admirable. He’s a keeper ” Do you have a best friend? Someone you can turn to in your hour of need? I think I created this character because, apart from my lovely husband, I don’t. And sometimes life gets difficult. You don’t necessarily want to burden your fami...

Cathleen Townsend: Dragon Hoard; And Other Tales of Fairie

Featured on my blog today is a charming little story of the origins of this book from author Cathleen Townsend. Enjoy... Dragon Hoard and Other Tales of Faerie came out of a desire for more fairy tales that felt true to the spirit of the original stories I’d read as a child. We were poor when I was young, and any book given to me was a treasure. One day, when my parents were visiting friends, the kind hostess noticed me sitting quietly in the corner with nothing to do, and she gave me a marvelous book. It was old, published in the Forties. The binding was fragile, but it had over a thousand pages, printed on thin paper with double columns like a Bible. It was a collection of children’s literature, with all the old standbys—Mother Goose and the Three Little Pigs and such—but it also had poetry by Shakespeare, and whoever had compiled it had chosen versions of folklore that required me to stretch to read it. It became my most treasured possession. I pored over descriptio...

Suz Korb

Search This Blog