This last weekend was part of the Lord of the Rings Online Welcome Back Week, and so needless to say, the server was bustling with activity. I stopped into Bree once, and was fortunate enough to witness a loud and testosterone-laden Dwarf parade.
That’s more than enough excitement for one day…or you would think. But the Spring Festival was back, for one last chance to participate in its activities. I had spent the last month too absorbed into questing and leveling to give the Spring Festival much notice, so I took this as a sign to get involved in it before the weekend was over.
Flowers. I'm sick to death of 'em.
It’s weird. I’m usually all about the in-game events, but getting into the spirit of them in LOTRO was a little bit more difficult. I had the misfortune of starting out with that darn flower picking quest. But it was for a guy smitten with a woman, and you know me — I’m a hopeless romantic. I guess I could hoof it all across the bloody lands to get a guy in love his damn bouquet. But of course, the bumbling idiot asks me to deliver it to the wrong place. I’m a hobbit, do you see these short little legs? They’re not made for running, asshat.
To add insult to injury, even after everything got sorted out, he had the nerve to ask if I could go around picking flowers for him for an hour. Seriously, go to hell. I would do anything for love (but I won’t do that).
I tried some shrew-stomping too, but that also got old quick. Hopping around a tiny garden with about a dozen others squishing shrews is a great idea, but I already murder too many critters in this game and all the others that I play (ever seen a Tree-of-Life sucker-punch a rat in World of Warcraft? It’s hil-aaaarious) to want to do any more rodent-killing.
I did, however, have a lot of fun in the hedge maze, which surprised me a lot. I shouldn’t even have gone in there in the first place, because if there’s one thing you should know about me is that I have a horrible sense of direction. I can’t drive to the local grocery store without a GPS. In my head I know that east is east and west is west, but I’ll still somehow mess it up. I can walk down the street, go into a store, come out five minutes later and not remember which direction I was headed.
Mazes + me = bad bedfellows. I was gaming at the brother’s place at the time, and even he shook his head and said “Poor you” when he looked over my shoulder and saw what I was doing. But I showed him, I didn’t even have to cheat and use a map to find all the Wandering Elves! Of course, if I ever had to navigate a real hedge maze on my own, I’d probably roam in circles before finally dying of exposure and dehydration.
But I would't be the first person to meet their end in a hedge maze.
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