On Monday, Legolas will announce our obituaries. He doesn’t have to, and it will cost him real money unnecessarily. Nice guys with toned pecs looking like Paris the Trojan/Legolas. With apparent brains to match. My panties have succumbed to gravity. If mine is among the names of the dead, then I will take consolation in how happy I sounded while meeting my death. Greeting death like an old friend. Seriously, Harry Potter has got to temporarily take a backseat. Alan Rickman, Marry Me. August 3, 2011.