I was chattering on twitter this morning about literary tattoos when an idea struck me. I love literature and I love sex and the human body and seek any way that I can find to bring them together. The conversation steered towards Tolkien. I love Lord of the Rings. I love Tolkien really, the linguist, the creator of worlds. The literary escape that even the span of generations here has enjoyed. And then it hit me! The perfect tattoo with the perfect placement. Right above my womanhood.
If you know Tolkien you should get this without thinking too hard about it. For those less familiar it happened in Fellowship of the Ring after the Fellowship had formed. The humor of it is more fun when you don't give away the punchline right away.