In a fit of post-tax-paying dementia, I marched up the street, flopped into one of the big chairs at the salon and had my hair whacked off to shoulder length. I even dared to try some crazy layers. Reflecting on the results of this spontaneous act, I came to embrace my new do as rather Aragorn-esque, tough yet elegant and ever ready for heroic adventure! You know, waves dramatically in the wind before battle, clumps well in the rain, twirls about the face nicely during swordplay… What do you think?
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OK, can’t resist a footnote about the above film still – it’s from that Aragorn-in-his-skivvies scene that makes me as giddy as a schoolgirl. I know it’s an important moment ‘n’ all – Elrond presenting him with "Andúril – Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil" – but I am all heart palpitations and shortness of breath by the fact that Aragorn’s just wearing jammies. Jammies that flutter gorgeously in that burst of wind after Elrond suggests, "There are those who dwell in the mountain"…shiver me timbers!
Forged from the shards of Narsil indeed. A female Aragorn who doesn’t refer to herself as Strider. She is definitely invited to my DVD release sing-a-long party for the Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King DVD on Tuesday.
Awesome. Stylishly graceful yet definitely conveying the message that you are not to be trifled with. Regal indeed! You must have some of the blood of the Numenoreans in you, or perhaps Elvish ancestry (your mother was a Wood Elf, perhaps?).