Legolas Bends the Space-Time Continuum
As the music crescendos, you fall, and then you fall some more. A portal, unused for twenty years, cracks open, and then—here you are again.
have you seen this yet? Lord of the Rings wait a minute, wait just a minute,
The Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of the Rings
Fellowship of the Ring
Can elves die?
Yes, elves can die,We can die in battle, as many of my kin have.
No,We live and we live and then we go on to the Undying Lands. It is, —well. Some think it a gift.
Do you think it is a gift?
You don’t really mean that, do you? I will be dead by the time I’m twenty-five.
No,Many elves wish to be like the Dúnedain, who can sometimes choose their time to go.
Can I touch your ear,
whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart if your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you
The Rings of Power
make sense of things. time heals all wounds hindsight is 20/20
Wait a minute,Wait just a minute.
Jami Nakamura Lin is the author of THE NIGHT PARADE (Mariner Books/HarperCollins and Scribe UK 2023), an illustrated memoir that uses yokai & other Japanese , Taiwanese, & Okinawan folklore to investigate what haunts us. A former Catapult columnist, she's written for the New York Times, Electric Literature, and other publications.
Jami has received support from the National Endowment for the Arts/Japan-US Friendship Commission, Yaddo, Sewanee, and We Need Diverse Books.
Twitter: @jaminlin / jaminakamuralin.com
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