"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
... Or perhaps not that Oxford professor. No, Towkien: Towkien is what bwings us togevvah.
And in memory of the man of the four initials, have a song from the London stage adaptation of "The Lord of the Rings," accompanied by shots from the Lord of the Rings movies of all our favorite characters breaking bread together:
Or, if you really must, Ian Holm singing the JRRT song it's loosely based on, from the BBC radio dramatization that first introduced me to these books.
And on a more serious note (*sniffles*), here's Sam from that same BBC production, voiced by Bill Nighy, singing about Gil-Galad. Sometimes I'll still find myself humming the melody, playing it against the resonance of the subway walls, and always get a bit teary-eyed.
I said in another post that Tolkien fanfic had been my fannish bread and butter for over a decade, and after I typed it, it struck me that that wasn't an exaggeration. I first started writing (*cringes*) my epic Mary Sue "Lady of Gondor" on a tour coach in March-April 2003, I believe on the road from Bern to Rome. I found HASA and the Henneth_Annun listserv somewhere after when a first beta suggested I might check out the website. Damn, but it's been a long decade. Horrible in many ways, but fandom is not one of them. Actually, if you're reading this, there's a good bet that you're a big part of what's made it anything approaching bearable - one of the few enduring good things to come out of the last ten years and change.
Here's to ten more.