Name: S. M. K. K.
Nicknamen: Holunder, Rasah, Cherry
Imood:
Geburtstag: 1. September
Sternzeichen: Jungfrau
Aszendent: Steinbock
Heimat: nördliches Rheinland, wohne momentan jedoch in Frankreich
Status: ledig
Beruf: Schülerin
Haustiere: 2 Katzen (eine lässt sich jedoch nur 1 Mal alle 6 Monate blicken)

Musik: Neofolk, Mittelalter, Goth, Metal, Alternative, Klassik
Komponisten: Tiersen, Beethoven, Bernstein, Wagner, Haydn, Bach
Bands: Rammstein, Nightwish, Hagalaz' Runedance

Lesen: alles außer Logistikhandbücher
Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, "normale" Romane.
Autoren: JRR Tolkien, JK Rowling, Zoran Drvenkar, Marion Zimmer-Bradley, Lian Hearn
DichterInnen: William Shakespeare, Goethe, Lamartine, Rimbaud

Kino/TV: Fantasy, Krimi, Thriller
Filme: Lord of the Rings I-III, Harry Potter
Schauspieler: Val Kilmer, Johnny Depp
Künstler: Van Gogh
Kunstepoche: Steinzeit ;)

Wichtig: Tierschutz, Umweltschutz, Frieden
Organisationen: WWF
Hobbies: Lesen, Schreiben, Musik
Sammeln: Masken
Blumen: Gänseblümchen
Bäume: Weiden, Haselnuss und natürlich Holunder
Parfum: L'air du temps (Nina Ricci)
Laster: Bücher, Masken und ethnische Figuren
Schwächen: manchmal aufbrausend, zu rigide in Sachen Regeln
Stärken: Phantasie, Loyalität, Ausdauer, Wille

The world is changed... I feel it in the water... I feel it in the earth... I smell it in the air... Much that once was, is lost... For none now live, who remember it... It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who, above all else, desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets:

Ron: Why couldn't it have been "Follow the butterflies"?

Draco: No one asked your opinion... you filthy little mudblood.

~

Harry Potter & the Philosopher's Stone

Hermione: Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities.

~

Interview with the Vampire

Lestat de Lioncourt: Evil is a point of view.

~

Lord of the Rings I

The ring verse:
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Gandalf: Many who live deserve death, and some who die deserve life. Can you give it to them?

Legolas: Final Count, 42.
Gimli: 42? oh. That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on 43.
Legolas: 43. He was already dead. He was twitching!
Gimli: He was twitching because he's got my ax embedded in his nervous system!

Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?

Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
[In low voice]
Pippin: I'm getting one.

Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Aragorn: You've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it.

Frodo: You're late.
Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Bilbo: I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Pippin: Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission... quest... thing.
Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.

Pippin: Are we lost?
Merry: No.
Pippin: I think we are.
Merry: Shh. Gandalf's thinkin'.
Pippin: Merry?
Merry: What?
Pippin: I'm hungry.

Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This is what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took.
Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: Shortcut to what?
Pippin: Mushrooms.

Gimli: Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox.
[elves appear, covering them with arrows at point-blank range]
Haldir: The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.

[while being chased by Farmer Maggot]
Merry: I don't know why he's so upset. It's only a couple of carrots.
Pippin: And some cabbages. And then those three bags of potatoes we lifted last week, and... and... the mushrooms, the week before.
Merry: Yes, Pippin, my point is, he's clearly over-reacting. Run.

[Merry and Pippin are leading the orcs away from Frodo]
Pippin: It's working.
Merry: I know it's working. Run.

Bilbo: No, thank you. We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations.

Sam: Hey. Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.
Elrond: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.

Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love... my... preciousssss.

Pippin: Oh that's nice - ash on my tomatoes.

Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever.

Gimli: Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.
Gandalf: Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten.
Legolas: Why doesn't that surprise me?

Gandalf: I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves... Men... and Orcs.
Pippin: What are you going to do, then?
Gandalf: Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.

[after falling down a hill]
Merry: I think I've broken something.
[pulls out a broken carrot]

Legolas: Lembas Bread, one bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.
Merry: How many did you eat?
Pippin: four.
[burps]

Merry: [On Midgewater Marshes] What do they eat when they can't have hobbit?

~

Lord of the Rings II

Frodo: I am Frodo Baggins, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.

Legolas: [in Elvish] You're late.
[in English]
Legolas: You look terrible.

Gollum: [to Sam] Stupid, fat hobbit.

Gimli: Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance. You'll have to toss me.
[pauses, looks up to Aragorn]
Gimli: Don't tell the elf.
Aragorn: Not a word.

[a wall of soldiers line the ramparts - the top of Gimli's helm barely peeks over the top]
Gimli: [to Legolas] You could have picked a better spot.

Pippin: It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.

Gollum: They're thieves! They're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where is it? They stole it from us, our precious. Curse them! WE hates them! it's ours it is, and we wants it! We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
Smeagol: No! Not master.
Gollum: Yes precious. First they cheat you, hurt you, LIE.
Smeagol: Master's my friend!.
Gollum: You don't have any friends, nobody likes you!
Smeagol: I'm not listening, I'm not listening.
Gollum: You're a liar and a thief.
Smeagol: No!
Gollum: Murderer.
Smeagol: Go away!
Gollum: Go away?
[Gollum laughs as Smeagol begins crying]
Smeagol: I hate you, I hate you.
Gollum: Where would you be without me? Gollum! Gollum saved us! It was me! We survived because of me!
[Smeagol stops crying]
Smeagol: Not anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Smeagol: Master looks after us now, we don't need you anymore. Leave now and never come back!
Gollum: What?
Smeagol: LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!
[Gollum screams in frustration]
Smeagol: LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!
[Silence]
Smeagol: We told him to go away... and away he goes! Gone, gone, gone! Smeagol is free!

Legolas: A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.

Gollum: We be nice to them, if they be nice to us.

Gollum: But, the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick -
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh -
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you --
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

- Katarina Stratford, 10 Things I Hate About You

does not glitter.
Not all those who wander
are lost.
All that is strong
Does not hither.
Deep roots
Are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire
Shall be woken.
A light from the shadows
Shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade
That was broken.
The crownless again
Shall be king.

Lord of the Rings, Tolkien