How all occasions do inform against me

See how I give myself away entirely? When I am balked of something, in a place where I feel I should have free access to do entirely as I like (and, yes, I do mean the Lit & Phil), my first instinct is to cry "I am an elf and a kinsman here!"

Which gives me away twice over: first, like Peter and Harriet, that regrettable habit of reacting instantly with my flash knowledge of someone else's words, as though I had no true feelings of my own but have to live within quotation marks, ironic or otherwise; and second, of course, that I turn first to Tolkien (or else that he rises first, that I know LotR better than pretty much anything else; but actually I think it is because Tolkien's - what shall we say, emotional grammar? - bit deepest into me, when I was most vulnerable).

Oh, and third, of course, that it should be the romantic elves I turn to. Such a giveaway...