Jamie decided to drive to lunch. She drove the where the people were congregating and parked. Getting out, she saw a few more familiar faces, including Miranda. She decided to eat before she did anything.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Name: Turgon Joseph Charles Murphy (The minute he turned eighteen he added "Turgon" to his name)
Age: 27 and a day
From: Born in County Wicklow, Ireland; moved to Massachusetts, U.S.A. at age 3
Personality: know-it-all, outgoing, intelligent, worked with Jamie Calvin on her last movie, rabid LotR fan
Appearance: Ear-length dark brown hair, hazel eyes (vary from green to brown), about 5' 8'' tall
Part in movie: None (but may have cameo in future); WETA Workshop overseer of Foam latex and polyurethane/Chief assistant to Peter Lyon

Turgon's flight had been delayed, so he arrived on the first day of filming. He was glad the local Toyota dealership had sent his new silver Prius to his airport in Wellington before his arrival. He didn'tbring much; just photos of his family, his LotR posters, and all of his Tolkien library (Which filled three suitcases). He drove out of the car park, and phoned Peter Jackson on his cellular phone. "Sorry I'm late, Pete," he said. "Where should I meet you?" Pete replied, "Come to Queenstown, so you can meet the cast." "Thanks, Pete." Turgon hung up. "Wait a sec... how am I gonna do that?" he asked himself. "Queenstown's on the South Island!"

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

Jamie took out her cell phone. Her dad was supposed to call her at some point today...She flipped it open after it finished it's little opening theme song and saw the picture of the beach she often haunted in the summer. It showed she had no messages. Damn, she thought to herself. She tended to get a bit homesick. She got in line with a few orcs and elves and helped herself to some fajita filling and three tortillas (one for the road) and looked for a place to sit down. She didn't see many of the actors. They had probably gone out, she thought to herself. On her budget, she was happy to eat three meals a day (something other than Raman Noodles tm). Even when she had worked on the other movie as an intern, she was on a strict budget. She decided to sit with some of the women stunt orcs. They welcomed their glue girl into the little group, the conversation turning to families.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Jake drove back to the hotal. Trowing his riding boots on a conor. He open a package with had fozen pizza. Heating it up in the oven. Relizing that he had burned it. After eating. HE drove back down to the set. He missed home though it was a couple of miles up north. His phone beeps, playing a simple tone. "Hello" He said. HEaring the worryed voice on the phone. He waited to hear the rested of the message.

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The Quiet A-U Gentlewomen

Turgon called Peter again, telling him, "Pete, I'm in Wellington. how the hell am I supposed to get to Queenstown?" "Ah, you're on the North Island." Turgon heard a distinct giggle on the other end. "Do you know anybody on the project?" "Yeah, Jamie Calvin sent me an e-mail about a month ago." "Okay, good," Peter said."Call her; she's staying at your hotel." Turgon almost fainted with relief. "Thank you so much, Pete. I owe you one." PJ just said: you make me a big, nasty weapon and we'll call it even, all right?" Turgon laughed and said, "You got it."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

Turgon dialed Jamie's cell phone number. "Please pick up," Turgon begged, pulling into a Mexican restaurant to call. "Hello?" Jamie's voice answered. "Hi Jamie, it's Turgon. I'm on the project too, but my plane got in late. Can you direct me to the hotel?" he asked. "Oh, sure! Hold on, I'm breaking up. Let me get out of this restaurant..." she said, walking out the door out to where Turgon was calling from. "Jamie, do you see a silver Prius in neutral?" Turgon asked. "Yeah..." "That's me."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

"Okay, yeah. Nice car..."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

She hung up her cell phone and went over to the Prius (ha! my mommy's car!). As he rolled down the window she asked, "So, what do you need help with, Turgon?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"Well, mostly just directions back to the hotel," Turgon replied. "How're you holding up, Jamie?" "Oh, you know, the ol' columns are cracking a bit, but otherwise, I'm holding up all right," she said. "Well, I just finished my meal, so you can follow me back if you want to." " Wouldn't that make me your stalker? ('cause that would be super!- shout-out for Deawen Elsent)" Turgon asked. "Well... okay, but only for today!" she teased. She walked over to her car, turned on the engine and drove out of the car park. Turgon followed.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

Hi you guys! )

okay

here it is get ready
Name: Jessica robertson (i always wanted that name!)
Appearence: long red hair about mid back. pale skin is from the usa but has irish heritage.is about 5"3. and has peirced ears.
other stuff you need to know: is sometimes random has what i call blonde moments but is smart. love lotr and stuff. loves acting and now has curently the part of elf number 7.... oh yeah and sometimes does other varouse tasks just for the fun of it.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

( Deawen Elsent! Great to see ya! Did you like my shout-out?)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

what sory did'nt read all of it

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

catch any of the bits and peices?

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Okay, um...1st day of filming. Go from there.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

hi im dory...

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

As Jamie drove on the main road she flipped on the radio and went through the stations. Just as she came to the end of the dial she heard one of her favorite songs from highschool. "Screams from the old plantation nonstop, Fai Fai pea (pronounced: fi fi payah), fai fai pea, Screams from the old plantation nonstop..." She sang along with the chorus, looking at the lovely scenery, checking once or twice for Turgon behind her. They pulled up to the Hotel in about 15 minutes. "Welcome to the -Inn's name?-! The registration desk should have your room. I'm in 203."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign