Darius Bacon's Journal

On First Clicking Into Frodo Hill
Much had I travell'd in this realm, Live-Journal,
ere coming to its Province,

teaselfiction,
whose Hobbits practice in its Jurisdiction
(the border Sign-Posts warn) the art nocturnal.
I deem'd myself secure, for howsoever
superb Exemplars of this Art there be,
an art of trifling Interest to me
(when Halflings hone it) hardly could endeavor
to gaol me there. And yet 'tis this Domain,
where Comedy, Lore, Sex, and Angst abut,
that deep-brow'd Teasel drew forth from her Brain,
that hardly can't but grab you by your Gut.
(Or other Part.) Dear Teasel, I am slain:
tied up upon a Heap of Hobbit-Smut.

I hope I'm not too embarrassed by this in the morning. Teasel, you have your revenge for my Vinge rec. :-)

N.B. This review was written after but starting on this one offering; I'm sure the others are as artful, but I haven't verified this yet, and eegh, like I have time. I meant to get some work done tonight. It looked like not all of the stories are slash; even if, like me, you're not especially into slash, do go over for the imagination and word-skill and the insight into Middle-Earth.

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