I loved Oxford. Loved, loved, loved. And I did something I wanted to do since middle school, for almost 10 years, since I read Lord of the Rings and Silmarillion and Hobbit and the others. I've visited Tolkien's grave and accomplished one of my life goals. Couldn't be happier, couldn't be more satisfied. I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Unbelievable. I had the opportunity to thank the man who gave me a new world, brought out a new talent, introduced me new and amazing people who are some of my best friends right now, and pretty much carried me to the point that my life is at right now. Yes, he affected that much. And I doubt that someone who never experienced such a life-long fandom would understand this dedication so I will not keep bragging about it. Here, the photos.