January 1, 2015

First and foremost, lemme just greet you all a happy new year! Let the fireworks shoot and rock the sky!

Okay, that's enough.

Let me tell you something about my husband, Legolas. He is devine. He is hot. He is the ONE. HAHAHA. Okay, okay. I think I forgot to drink my meds again and I suddenly slip into my bouts of delusion.

Who, you may ask, is Legolas? If you are one of those Neanderthal cavemen who do not have any idea that a gorgeous elf roamed the world of fantsasy –my fantasy, to be exact –then please do go back to your caves and continue to hibernate for you might not totally understand what I want to say. If you detest any fan girl and her fangirling activities, then please do leave this page and look for something inspirational to read –you won't like to know what I have in my mind.

I just want to relay to you guys (and I just want to write this down since I consider this page as my sort-of diary) what happened when I saw the last installation of the trilogy movie version of The Hobbit.

WARNING: Fan girl alert. Read at your own risk.

As I was saying, when The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies was shown in the cinemas last December, Sister, annoying Brother and I did not miss the opportunity to watch it in the big screen. Sister wanted to watch the movie because she wanted to know what happened to the Dwarves in connection to the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Annoying Brother wanted to watch it for the extremely hideous and macabre massive killings of the Orcs. I, yours truly, went to watch the movie because Legolas was in it.

I tell you, Annoying Brother wanted to stuff his handkerchief inside my mouth every time I go "Legolas! There he is, oh. Ang gwapo talaga ni Legolas!" And I freaking love the way he moved in a fight. He was awesome, badass and totally hawt. Sigh! Legolas –my fictional husband.

Don't get me wrong. See, I also watched the movie because of the elven army. I like writing fantasy stories, and elves are a major part of my fantasy novel. So I observed their movements, took notes as to how Tolkien saw and created his elves of the Middle-Earth.

But aside from doing some fangirling, half the time when Legolas wasn't shown in the movie, I was like "Dumb! Dumb! Dumb! Stupid dwarf king. Look what you did?"

What the heck was Thorin thinking dragging Filli and Killi with him in that very obvious, clear-as-crystal ambush? We lost Filli, then there goes Killi killed by that stupid Orc, then Thorin decided to die? Oh c'mon!  I mean, if you're a king, and you go to a war, are you going to bring with you the next line to the throne? That was one stupid military tactic, dude.

Yeah, sure, I had an idea what happened to them based on the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, but seeing it on big screen was like tantamount to crushing my childhood dreams by admitting to my face that Santa wasn't real. Yes, it hit me hard when I found out Santa wasn't real. And the reason why I got rolled bills of crisps Twenty Pesos inside the sock I had hung on our Christmas tree when I was a kid was not because Santa had ran out of gifts, but because the Barbie doll house I so wanted to have was too expensive. So anyway, let me digress.

Sigh! There goes the line of Durin.

Please, don't get me wrong. I like the book; I like the movie. It just shows how wonderful the story was because it made me react that way. Or maybe I just exaggerate things because I have a flair for drama? Yeah well, at least Legolas was HOT.

Still... Go Legolas!

*** I remembered I bought the second book of LOTR because Legolas Greenleaf was on the cover