not all who wander are lost

[threeplusfire]

Tomorrow is the epic Lord of the Rings marathon and feast at the Drafthouse. It is the third year I've been, two years since I met Mike there, a year since he proposed there. It feels like longer though. This time I should try to remember to bring tissues, since I cry copiously at various times. Boromir, Rohan, the last march of the Ents, Pippen and the knights of Gondor and all the fighting and dying and endings. One of the things I love about these stories is that there are no magical healings - Frodo carries the scar all his life. Things will never be the same, but the world goes on and they have to find a way to live as they are.

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[brienze.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was. I went with cherry tomatoes and grapes. Maybe there's a hothouse or something. Or, y'know, the prop department just needed things that would squish when he bit into them, regardless of season.