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Watched ROTK yesterday. For the second time. The first was last Christmas, obviously, but I happened to be down with a cold right then and a little stoned from all the medicine I was taking, so basically I just remembered a dazed feeling of being completely smashed into my theater seat.:) So now is the time of careful appreciation. And God... that movie is so beautiful it hurts. I mean they're all breathtaking, but the emotional power of the final part is almost too much. Thanks mainly to superb acting, of course. And well... I know this is a little departure for me, but I just decided that praising Viggo again would be stating the obvious (as if that ever stopped me before...). And I just have to say that I am totally amazed by Elijah. The kid's a genius. I honestly don't think I'd ever seen anyone so young give such a stunning performance. Of course he was perfect for the part to begin with - but I guess in those movies everyone was (not that I really know - I haven't read The Books as yet... and well, yeah, it's a shame, but somehow I'm too busy devouring slashy fanfics:D). Frodo is just more heartbreaking than anyone because he seems so innocent. And yet... not quite. Sweet innocence corrupted by the evil ring. I totally get it why in most fanfiction Elijah is presented as a shameless slut... even though my own feelings for him tend to be more maternal than anything else. Which also - funnily enough - happens to be the case with Orlando. Even though I'm just a few years older than him, actually. I guess I'm just a total fag hag - I wouldn't go for the lovely, gay-looking boys myself, but I simply adore imagining them going for each other. Or for some tougher, more manly beauties... like Viggo, of course. And yes, I did cry at some of the more poignant Aragorn/Arwen moments... but if they were Aragorn/Legolas moments instead, I would cry more. Hell, if they actually kissed on-screen I would probably get a blissful heart attack... Actually, to tell the truth, just to see Viggo kissing ANYONE gives me a blissful heart attack. He is just so believable in all his love scenes, like he so totally means it... The emotion in his eyes makes me hold my breath every time. He is the perfect dream of a romantic lover. And speaking of dreams... yes, I am actually beginning to dream about him already. And I don't mean day-dream, which goes without saying... but he's actually started visiting me in the realm of sleep, so to speak. And I'm really glad of that, since I often have quite vivid dreams... and when they're erotic, the sensations tend to be very intense. They're not erotic yet, however - they seem to be at that initial stage when I'm just fruitlessly following the object of my desires (after so many unrequited infatuations I'm already familiar with the recurring pattern...;). Last night, for example, I saw him from a distance and called his name - and he was coming towards me, but it seemed to take forever... and as soon as he lifted his arm to circle my waist, I woke up. Typical, really. What is more interesting and unusual, though, is that I was a guy. Not anyone I know, but definitely a guy. Young and handsome, I might add. So that really has me wondering what's coming next.....