Far over the misty mountains cold
to Dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away, ‚ere break of day
to find our long forgotten gold.
I’ve gotten the fortunate chance (is that too much?!) of being in an elevator with a couple of great and crazy people I partly knew and partly didn’t know before this incident. We were having fun, joking around, waiting for people about to get in the elevator and start singing in their faces.
Well, now imagine all of a sudden there is William Kircher standing in front of the opening doors. (You might know him as Bifur in „The Hobbit“, the one only talking in the dwarven language Khuzdûl) He looked a bit startled at first, but then hopped right in to get to where he wanted to go. We started singing once the doors were closed (I can’t remember what we were singing actually…) and he looked at us, laughing and told us to sing something else. Well, nice people that we are we asked him what he wanted to hear… and all of a sudden he started singing and we all joined in.
Can you guess the song? … Oh yes, you’re right: Misty Mountains cold!
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It was great fun, I tell you! He was a bit surprised at first that all of us knew the lyrics, but he was smiling and visibly happy.
I think he must have enjoyed his first Ring*Con a lot 🙂 and I am happy seeing this whenever some actor/actress is new to our little convention. You can’timagine how much it can mean to you when a „star“ is on stage and all of a sudden tells you that everyone at your convention is freaking crazy but oh so nice to them!
I can’t remember if it was William Kircher, David Wenham or Silas Weir Mitchell who said (at Closing Ceremony of Ring*Con 2013) that this convention feels like everyone there is family. It was as if someone looked right into my soul by saying that. Ring*Con is more than just a convention to me (and many more!), it always feels like coming home.
If you ever get the chance to go to Ring*Con or are thinking about going: do it. And please contact me beforehand, I’d love to meet you 😉
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light.