Jealousy is a scary monster.

While I was writing today, some of my action figures tried getting acquainted. I think none of them are quite comfortable with Thorin's majesty.

"I am Caspian, lord of the Telmarines!" 

"I am Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, King under the Mountain, and I am so majestic I don't even have to look at you while I'm fighting." 

"Your majesticness is nothing compared to my waist-turning-sword-swinging action!!!" 

"I have 24 points of articulation, two swords and an oakenshield." 

"Some people just can't appreciate my majesty."

Majestic Thorin's Musical Tastes

Yesterday majestic Thorin accompanied me to Costco. He seemed particularly interested in the selection of CDs. (Well, I seemed particularly interested in the selection of CDs. Thorin was just along for the ride. In my pocket. Everywhere I went. I've regressed back to being an 8-year-old.)

We found this. Contrary to the word under it, it doesn't rule.

Thorin, however, was intrigued by this Bieber fellow, and asked me to tell him more.

I responded with this, and also with, "He's not even old enough to drive a car! Why

is this poor young boy being subjected to girls twice his age?!"

Thorin, being majestic, made no comment, other then,
"This is not majestic enough for me."

"I, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror King under the Mountain....

...agree that this should be played loudly."

I, the Lemon Pessimist on Taunton Road, agree that it totally owns Justin Bieber.

Sleeping Accomodations

Until we win back Erebor, I am forced to repose in this:

It is certainly no Lonely Mountain.

For lack of a better adverb: please observe the majesticness

Thorin decided to leave his majestic footprint in the slush today.

Presenting Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain!

I am Throin son of Thrain song of Thror King under the mountain and this strange plastic box cannot contain my majesty!

Upon my arrival in this new and peculiar land, I found myself accosted by a large beast whom I have heard called 'William'.

William is clearly admiring Thorin's majesty.

An Unexpected Arrival.

The Lemon here.

You may know me from my blog, Lemons, where I am sarcastic and obsessive and bring bad news to all. If you've been keeping up to date with it (which I know you have, as if you're reading this you're probably my mother), you will know that I have long been awaiting the arrival of the one and only Thorin Oakenshield (3.75in action figure from Bridge Direct), which has been mysteriously eluding me for the past few months, since my obsession with 'The Hobbit: An Unpexcted Journey' sprang to new and disturbing heights and I made it my aim to collect all the Company.

Well, the day arrived, and majestic Thorin was waiting outside my front door in a box today. Of course I ripped it open, and voila! There he was.

That aside, this is the last you will hear from me on this blog. These are the Adevntures of [Majestic] Thorin Oakenshield (updated and better template coming soon), not the Lemon, so...here we go.

 

I look like I have a lazy eye in this picture.