Hello there. Some of you might be wondering how an Elf ended up in a bottle. It's a sad story, involving a spell by the evil wizard Curunir. Ever since he ensorcelled me, I've been searching for Mithrandir in the hope that he can change my fate. Thus, I can usually be found in Aragorn or Legolas's pack, as they travel Middle Earth, helping me in my quest. I try not to travel with Elrohir and Elladan. I've never really forgiven them for drinking too much wine one night and deciding to play "spin the bottle" to impress some ellith. It took me days to recover my equilibrium!

I'm way too shy to post any stories myself, but if you want to know some wonderful authors, here are just a few: Pentangle-linnon. Ithil-valon. Radbooks. Elf Eye. Nilmandra. Legolass. Peredhil Lover. Read everything they write. You won't be sorry.

There's just one more thing I have to say. It's about the word lose. It's spelled L O S E. Not loose. LOSE. You LOSE your car keys. You LOSE your temper. You LOSE all patience when you see this word mis-spelled 80 percent of the time. Loose? You can get loose if someone ties you up. Your clothes can become loose if you LOSE wieght. Okay, sorry. Rant over. Back to your regularly scheduled LOTR fan fiction. :-)