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I have a very sad confession to make.

My obsession of Legolas is waning. And that makes me sad. Incredibly so. I need to watch The Fellowship of the Ring again. That's the one where he looks young, innocent and totally cute. But it deeply saddens me to know that I am not as obsessed with Legolas as I was. I was truly happy in that obsession. I wish I could get back into it. I think that I will write more of my Lirimaer to try to get back into that obsession.

As I think about it, it's probably a good thing that I'm not as obsessed as I was, but I didn't want to lose this much faith.The other day, I was in a bad mood, and, well...

tcideneb: Cheer up! Legolas loves you!"
Me: Legolas doesn't love me. Legolas is a fictional character. He is not real. He never will be.
Tcideneb (to another friend): We've lost her!

Just how sad is that? Lets put aside the fact that, yes, I was in a bad mood. Those words actually came out of my mouth. Had I been more obsessed, someone telling me that Legolas loves me, bad mood or not, would have made me smile like a foo' and laugh gleefully. Not this time though.

And that just makes me sad for two reasons:
#1) As I said, I was really happy in that obsession. Sure I annoyed others, but I was happy. Now... it's true that I have other obsessions, though none as much as mmy Legolas obsession, and, yes, I'm happy with them, but it's just not the same...
#2) My likes and dislikes change like the weather in Santa Fe. Which is to say that one minute you can be fine in shorts and a tee-shirt, and the next it'll be snowing. It's just too much of a swing. I'm not sure I like it. I'm not sure I can control it. And that is saddening.

I suppose I really shouldn't be this sad. It's silly. But I am.

And yet another transition, another step into the Swamp of Sadness, I'm changing my name. I am no longer Lady Luthien of the Woodland Realm, I am no longer Lady Luthien, I am not even just Luthien (though those who wish to call me that and remind me of the fact that I do still love Legolas in my heart, and remind me that it's a really beautiful name, may continue to call me such.). Indeed I am no longer tying myself to him in that way.

I have not decided what to change my name to yet. And as I leave you I will simply be,

The Temperamental Visionary,
Cerulean Sky

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Awr, cheer up~! *cling* It's good that you're moving on, and not trying to keep ahold of that... stuff... that's... not there anymore. How does that cliche go? Oh well. Not being obsessed with Legolas will give you more room for obsession with others (*coughlikeyuki; you'restillobsessedwithim,right!?!)~

Of course I'm still obsessed with Yuki! He's there, waiting to be let out...

::wanders off to ogle pics of him::

My biggest problem with Legolas is the fact that every freaking teeny bopper lusts over him ... I knew of Orlando Bloom before FotR from Wilde. I had an attachment to Legolas from the books because he reminded me of Link. However ... when it comes down to it Legolas isn't my type. He might be pretty, however he's not angsty enough and is quite shallow based on what Tolkien gave us. No character developement ... ah well.

I got to the point that fangirls writing blasted fanfic about Legolas meeting this beautiful faerie and such drove me insane. So I retreated to an old obsession.

Vincent Valentine!

Not only is he the angstiest bishie boy around, he is so easily slashed with a certain aviator. Fangirls disregard him because few 13 year olds have played FFVII and found Vincent. Also, fangirls want Cloud. ::twitches.:: I will always say he carries that sword as compensation. >D

Anyways ... I'm rambling.

Legolas will always be there for me, though. I don't really know what happened. I didn't like him obsessiv compulsivly after the first movie... it took until after the second... tis strange.

Have never seen/played FFVII, so I have no idea who you are talking about, bu I will agree, that he guy on your icons is so gorgeous!

Tis always fun to listen to people ramble, 'specially when it's in a comment to your post!

He is very pretty. ::Nods.:: And has the coolest backstory.

Basically, Vincent was a Turk—an elite group of militants—who was incharge of keeping an eye on the experiments that the ShinRa were funding. He was the best of the best, unfortunately he made the fatal mistake of falling in love with Lucrecia, one of the scientists working for the ShinRa. Meanwhile, the scientists had started experimenting on humans in an effort to create a being superior to humans. Lucrecia is chosen to carry the child. Vincent obviously opposes, since he doesn't want them taking such risks on the woman he loves ... he confronts the head scientist, Hojo, who is Lucrecia's 'lover'.

Hojo shoots him point blank, mortally wounding him. Of course, his angst doesn't stop there. Hojo then proceeds to experiment on Vincent. He suspends the aging process and divides Vincent's psyche into 4 separate beings—three of which are somewhat less pleasant than his bishie self.

So ... Vincent is pretty much undead. However, his left arm was crippled from the gunshot and therefore he wears a prosthetic claw in order to have use of it.

Hojo entombs Vincent in a coffin in this basement/crypt—rumour has it Vincent really self-entombed himself as atonement for failing the woman he loved. Some two decades go by ... and the rest of the FFVII cast stumbles upon the crypt, open the coffin and wake Vincent from a nightmare of Lucrecia that has plagued him for years. He just wants to be left alone and allowed to return to his penance. Until they tell him that Lucrecia's son, Sephiroth, has gone insane and is going to destroy the world. So Vincent goes with them in hopes of avenging Lucrecia by killing Hojo.

::twiddles.:: He angsts through most of the game, but he has the coolest guns.

The catch about Vincent is the fact that Sephiroth is most likely his son, as opposed to Hojo's. Since Vincent and Lucrecia had and affair. So ... he has to kill his own son.

Poor Vincent. Hence the reason I love the angsty bastard.

And you didn't really need to know all that, however I'm rambly.

Hmmm... do not really understand the whole thing that well... but I do think he is absolutely gorgeous!! And angst makes the guys all the sexier, tis true. There are a couple guys in my head right now, and they say that thay all love me. And that makes me feel so much the better. Heh!

And ramblings are fine! I like them when they are comments! Tis vey nice indeed!

Cerulean Sky

Clearly you should now join Eleanor and I in our X-obsession, specifically the Kurt Wagner worship. We are a proud and diverse group of BAMF-ers, us Nightcrawlies. How can you not love the fuzzy blue elf?

Coralai thinks you should obsess over him and change your name to Anastrianna, but you can ignore him.

I like Wolverine and Iceman, with a little Cyclops on the side. have now seen pics of Nightcrawler from the comic/cartoon and yes he is fuzzy and cute.

And if obsessing over Cor and changing my name to Anastriana would get me a guy even half as cute (though hopefully half as angsty), then I gladly will. Until such times that I know this will hapen, I will take your advice to ignore Cor.

Been there, love, and I can say that feel your pain (that sounds so stupid, but I gather you understand).

Perhaps, your appreciation for him has not really waned, but he has simply stepped aside for another "muse" that will take his place for a time. Doesn't mean he's "gone", if you will, but just giving another a chance to inspire you.

Being a writer myself, I have countless Muses, three of which are constants, and have been for almost three years. Sometimes, one will overshine the others, but it all evens itself out.

All right, I'm rambling, it's too bloody early, and I won't belabour you any more.

And don't change your name. I like it. :]

Yes I understand.

Legolas shall always have a place in my heart. And so it shall stay for all eternity. he shall be there in case I ever decide to love him as passionately as I once did, and in the time that I don't, he shall simply be, as you say, a muse.

And so I stay to you,
Lady Luthien