Author has written 5 stories for Lord of the Rings.

*AHEM!* First of all, I would like to make the point that HALDIR LIVES!!! He is very much so NOT dead, and (for all you non-bookers) does NOT die in the books. Thank YOU. (And he's hot. Yes, he IS.)

Right! So, I'm Niko, (real name being Meighan, which I don't like.)

Right now I'm fifteen, but my age has been known to change sometimes. (Creeeeepy!) Generally on March the first. *nods* (For those of you who are just alittle slow, that means my birthday is on march the first, which, as it so happens, is also Aragorn's birthday. Go me!)

Maybe you've guessed that I like LOTR? *claps* Aren't YOU the perceptive one! Hee. I do have the dubious distinction of being a pre-movie fan. I read the trilogy and loved them when I was twelve, and The Hobbit at five. No, I didn't understand it at that age, but I liked the dragon.

According to Caroline I look like a Hobbit/Elf cross. (I'm short, and she only throws the Elf bit in because I'd probably have a temper tantrum if she didn't.) I'm five 2 AND A HALF, and have short-ish red hair and green-grey eyes. Now *I* say I'm fat, but for some reason other people call me thin. *giggles* I'm so misunderstood! *strikes an angst-y pose* WOE IS ME! MY LOT IN LIFE IS TO WALLOW IN PAIN AND FEA-*Gets hit by a sock* Ow.

I'm a proud little Wiccan, too! Merry Meet and Blessed be! Please don't tell me I'm going to hell, because I dislike people who tell me that. *coughjehovawitnessescough*

On that note, here's something I find amusing. (As mentioned in... places. Please ask me if you're going to re-use my story! :) It *is* mine, after all!)
One day the Jehovas witnesses were coming down the street. One nice lady phoned me to warn me about it, (she knows my mom hates them.) and that gave me time for...*duhduhDUH* the PLAN. So... I put on some antique looking celtic jewelry, a green robe with a hood, and grabbed an athame (knife) and drew a big circle with a star in it on the floor with salt and lit candles and incense. This all took maybe ten minutes, and I was counting on the fact that the neighbors (two old ladys) would invite them in to talk and feed them scones. It's what they do, they've caught me on occasion. So anyway, when they came to the door I opened it wide and stood there for a minute without talking. the younger one stuttered something about my parents, and I took the hood off and grinned at him, and invited them in to wait until my mom got home. They excused themselves... Said something about having the entire street to go through, and almost literally ran away. The little kid they had with them-they ALWAYS bring them-looked traumatised. I feel a bit guilty about that, but not *that* guilty. Heh.


Obviously I like to write, and like just about everyone on ff.net, I aspire to one day getting paid for it. We're all trying here, let's be nice to each other. I can't stand flamers! If they feel the need to trash something for no reason in the rudest way possible, then they should take a good long hard look at themselves. I'm sure they'd find plenty lacking. Actually, those types are probably too blind to see.
On a lighter, non-rant-y note!
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Quotable Quote-like things:
(about Aragorn)
Molly: HE'S SNIFFING THE TREE!!!!
Us: HE IS not sniffing the tree. He's not even FACING the tree!!!
Molly: HE IS SNIFFING THE TREE!
Casey: You sure know how to pick 'em, Molly.

(About Aragorn's whereabouts when the hobbits are being ATTACKED by wraiths.)
Me: Okay HOW long does it take him to PEE?!?!?
Molly: *evil glares of doom*
Me: Well HONESTLY.
Molly: He was doing more than just PEEING.
Me: *dies* EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW.
Molly: ...He was picking BERRIES.

Molly: OHMYGODISAWASQUIRRILRUNINGACROSSEDTHESTREETANDIT
DIDN'TGETHITBYACARANDITWASLIKEWHEEE!!

Me: Don't touch my alter.
Heiri: Why do you have a picture of Legolas as representing the Lord?

Casey: THAT'S ELROHIR! IT's NOT FIGWIT! The ugly one is Figwit.

Me: No, you should NOT shave your legs with the Rusty Tetenus Razor of Doom. I'll tell you WHY after I get a blood tranfusion-I'm BLEEDING to death right now.

Molly: I want to be a ringwraith. Now get me off this damn horse that keeps breaking his gait and give me the cloak. *hisssssssssssssssssssss* SQUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!
Us: ...........................

Casey: (talking about Gwaihir, the eagle that saved Gandalf) Look at his face! LOOK!
Me: HE DOESN'T HAVE A FACE!
Casey: Here! *hitting her face repeatedly* HERE! *hits her face again*
Me: *Odd look*
Casey: *plainitivly* I just want to be right about SOMETHING.

Molly: (when Legolas is getting off his horse in Rivendell) Lookit that big butt! I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE! YOU OTHER ELVES CAN'T DENY! CAUSE WHEN LEGOLAS WALKS IN WITH HIS ITTY-BITTY WAIST AND THAT ROUND THING IN YOUR FACE YOU GET-Ow. Stop hitting me, Meighan.

Me and Cas: *Singing Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer* YOU'll GO DOWN IN HISTOREEEEEEEEEE!
Casey: Like the snow!
Me: "Snow didn't go down in history, hun."
Casey: "Sure it did, it's been around forever"
Me: "But it's not in any history text books"
Casey: *bitterly* "I bet Arwen stole IT'S part too."


If any one is reading this or my stories and is bored or whatever you can go ahead and add me to your msn if you want... my email's dryad_greenleaf@hotmail.com
i always like to make new friends! (and have new people to talk to! but if you just want to tell me off for something or be mean, then go away.) And if you happen to like me or what I write, (I have no idea why you would. *I* don't like what I write!) you can feel free to check out my livejournal, which has many more of my odd little thoughts. Www.livejournal.com/users/nikomoon. Leave a comment if you want!
... Well, this was fun. See ya all later!

Love you Erie and Casey and Chrissie and Rhyan and Caro-chan and Stephie and all you cute little pickles! Hee.