Today it’s Thorin Thursday and we have a guest post by one of our regular blog commenters from Down Under (who is also a new blogger and new RA fan, courtesy of one gorgeous dwarf we all know and love) . . . I love her enthusiasm for our dear Richard and his characters.
I suppose I should start by introducing myself. I’m Bec Hepworth – many of you may know me as Bechep from blogs or @lady0akenshield on Twitter. Angie has kindly (and bravely) asked me to do a bit of a guest post on her wonderful blog for Thorin Thursday. Just so we are clear, I love Thorin Oakenshield. I’m talking totally and, to use a Richard-ism, pants-droppingly obsessed *ahem* by Thorin Oakenshield. I’m a little nervous and oh so slightly excited to talk about my favourite subject – I may begin to waffle, please just bear with me!
When Angie approached me here was the outline: “How I Fell Hard for a Hot, Hairy Dwarf & Never Looked Back”
After a little giggle, I decided that I would break down that statement into three parts.
- How I fell hard,
- Hot and hairy (and oh how I’m looking forward to writing about that!) and
- Never looking back.
So, get yourself a mug of mead/tea/coffee/wine/ other refreshment and let us begin…
Part 1: How I Fell Hard
It was in fact, to coin a phrase, An Unexpected Journey. There I was, just cruising along with my little life- young children, husband, part-time job as a primary school teacher, family, friends, mortgage-you get the idea, nothing really taking up too much time or brain space and nothing out of the ordinary going on.
I went to the cinema on Boxing Day to see The Hobbit on its opening night (it opens later in Australia – I don’t know why and don’t get me started…) I’m an avid Tolkien fan and was very excited to see the movie having thoroughly enjoyed the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I was lining up ready to go in. I looked up and saw this giant poster :
and there…in the middle…Thorin Oakenshield. I remember thinking “Oooh he’s very nice” and continued to stare at it until we went in. I won’t bore you with my various reactions to the movie – oh, that glorious moment he arrives at Bag End… *stares off into the distance…*
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. So we will Skip forward roughly three hours…
I floated out of the cinema in a complete and utter state of euphoria. I was totally and utterly smitten. I rushed home to get on the internet and find out who this amazing, delicious, gorgeous actor was. (sorry people who came to the movie with me, no coffee and Christmas Day left over goodies for you! Safe trip home, there’s the door.)
The next few days – which turned into weeks were spent finding out all I could about Richard Armitage.
The Armitage Effect was one of the first places I found when I Googled his name. I loved that I could find like-minded people talking about and worshipping this incredible actor. When I finally plucked up the courage to leave a comment back on the 2nd January (Post: “We all need an Armitage Hero” – I still remember!) Angie and the other fans were very welcoming and it was so great to actually communicate with other people about my new passion and not feel silly or judged.
Pause with me a moment, won’t you? as we just gaze at the majesty.
So I ordered all three series of Robin Hood. And began having Sir Guy marathons of 3-4 episodes a night (oh, to have all-night marathons with Sir Guy…whoops did I just say that out loud!?). I believe my Long Suffering Husband ‘s comment was “all this because you saw The Hobbit?” Yes my dear, seeing The Hobbit is PRECISELY why all this!
Even grumpy, the dwarf is a dream!
And so it began. Since I plucked up the courage to write that first little comment, I have experienced all sorts of incredible and wonderful things: meeting amazing, funny, very special people, Reading Blogs, Writing a Blog ( a very insignificant and amateur one over on Word Press), Twitter, You Tube clips, Fan Fiction, Watching all the Richard Armitage TV shows I can get my hands on (Oh Lucas, you are so dreamy…), buying Thorin-related products (I did draw the line at Thorin Oakenshield underpants but for a moment there, dear readers, I did consider it), getting pictures on my phone so I could have sneaky peeks at work, learning new verbs like Richarding and Thorinized (one of yours, Angie, I believe?), the list goes on.
I could go into detail about all these experiences but I can see Angie nervously checking her watch – I suspect she thinks I may be one of those visitors who, once arrived, digs their heels in, spreads their belongings around the place and doesn’t show any signs of leaving, so I shall stop here momentarily.
Lets all collect ourselves, stand up, stretch and leave it there for now. I think we could all do with a little break before embarking on the Hot and Hairy part of this post.
See you back here next Thorin Thursday as we delight in his lusciousness and majestic-ness (yes it’s a word). Farewell dear readers until next week…
Oh, and here’s another pretty picture. Just to keep you going until then.