Which means they added stuff.
How dare they?
How DARE they think they can improve anything Tolkien wrote?!
Yesterday morning, whilst I was lying in my camp bed on the floor in the hut, checking all my little internet dodads, I discovered something.
It's called . . . drum roll, please . . .
|It's the smolder.|
And what an excellent smolder it is, too.
It is a marvelous parody of The Hobbit, complete with Richard Armitage adulation and hipster jokes. Thank you, Sarah Brennan, for blessing us with this wonderfulness.
Since I was lying on my back in a camp bed that seems to slant mysteriously upwards so it always feels like my head is lower than my feet, as soon as I began to laugh I also began to cough and then to choke, prompting my young brother to fling back the curtain we've hung up so we can pretend there is more than one room in the hut and ask me if I needed him to call an ambulance.
After sorting out my oxygen supply and determining that I probably wouldn't need an ambulance, I gave Thorin Dreamboatshield to my mother who also laughed, but now might have plans to steer well clear of the Hobbit movies (how ever many there may be).
I, on the other hand, am now absolutely determined to see it. I find that I am willing to bear some liberties taken with Tolkien's work for the Shire Theme music, especially if Thorin and his tragic backstory are along for the ride.
I think my mother must not love dear Richard as much as I do.