In which I make a bad Númenor joke (too soon?), try to find out what the hell is happening on the other sets, and lay bare my grudge against Elendil.
Featuring {cough} the second coming of Dick, too much weed, the first appearance of Isilidur and my biggest moment so far!
Tolkien’s legendary winged helmets make an appearance, and enough gold is on show to impress even the mighty Smaug.
Weapons training for the City Guard is non-existent, as nobody is stupid enough to think we might be even halfway competent.
The 11 Steps to Successfully Removing a City Guard from Set, and how to crowbar a Tolkien reference in to your title.
Part two of my first day on set, in which I get in touch with my inner Gimli/Luke Skywalker and come to terms with Galadriel in Númenor!
Beards, capes, breakfast, rings, second breakfasts, and a distinct lack of tent expertise.