::kicks world::

[truepenny]

Really horrifically unpleasant dreams (I think my subconscious was punishing me for championing nonhuman species' right not to be Evil Hordes, because the aliens in these dreams--hoo boy), followed by this (about which I am so furious and heartbroken that I just . . . there aren't any words for how much I despise the people who did this) and this (ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, WISCONSIN VOTERS? ARE YOU?)--I pretty much hate everything right now.

So the bit in Fellowship where the Balrog leans down and goes GAWOAAWOARRRR!!! in Gandalf's face? Yeah. Like that.

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Those are both hugely depressing things. The thorn may well regrow: they are tough trees, those, and they fight back. I hope it does, because it was a fine thing in a lovely location. (The hill. When in Glastonbury, I have to have minders, as my mediaeval historian button gets set off so much -- mevennen is very tolerant.)
I share your feelings about Evil Hordes. I don't have them in my stuff, either (despite attempts by some readers of my non-fiction to persuade me into assigning that role to the Anglo-Saxons and Anglo-Normans).