Erinnert sich noch jemand an Herne den Jäger aus Robin of Sherwood? Der hatte auch ein Hirschgeweih auf dem Kopf. So abwegig find ich das nicht. Gerade schräg genug um mir zu gefallen.

An Robin of Sherwood erinnere ich mich noch gut und an Herne auch. Allerdings gefiel mir damals Guy of Gisborne am besten.

Ging mir auch bei meinem "Protest" gegen das Interview von GdT nicht gegen die Geweihe am Helm... das fand ich noch das Witzigste dabei.

Mein liebster Drache war Elliot, das Schmunzelmonster!

GdT hat völlig recht, dass einem Drachen als Wirbeltier keine Flügel aus dem Rücken wachsen dürfen zusätzlich zu Armen und Beinen, sondern die "Arme" die Flügel sein müssen, so wie bei Flugsauriern und Vögeln!

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of say,
To claim out long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay the long, and many song
Was sung unheard my men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountains smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

Das ist ein so schönes Gedicht aus dem "Hobbit":