Me hearties.

My heart is banging a regular jig in my chest as I right this; and I feel much as if I have been suddenly released from a long-time spell in which a witch turned me into a wombat and now I'm having a hard time acting the human again.

Well, at least I'm ma ever-lovin' rambling, nonsensical self. That's some comfort.

When I left, I had no inclination to believe that I was ever coming back. The parental scythe of doom had swung upon me an unruly blow, I was disgruntled to say the least, disheartened, and so I bid you all farewell, shedding tears at the prospect of leaving such a grand ol' place.

Well to make a long story short (and I do mean LONG! Yawn inducing!) I've had a TERRIBLE time. Among other things, my parents demanded I cut all contact with my dearest friend just because she is an avid Ringer, and burn my LotR books and movies.

I went along with it all, as terrible as it was, until the beginning of June. And then I kind of... well... to put it bluntly, I had a conniption fit when they told me I would be grounded from going to the library just because I mentioned how much I was like a hobbit to a friend.

And so we finally had a 3-hour pow wow about it, I expressed my feelings strongly, and I guess it finally dawned on them how much LotR is a part of me. And so we made a compromise in some area's... although they still refused to allow me on AU.

Well, last night I threw all caution to the wind, and snuck in to comment on a post MsGamgee made, and my dad saw it on my history. He told me that as long as I [in his words] don't be come "unreasonably obsessed again with Lord of the Rings" he'll let me back on.




FM is happy dudes.

*megauberflyingtacklesuperhugsglompethcannevergetthisright you all*