I'm called Calie, but it's just how my first name ended up when I was living in the US. I'm recently back in old France and work in Science, but who cares, I love dreaming.
I fell in Pr Tolkien's world when I was a teenager and did not get out of it. I've been reading shyly fanfic for some years and just dared a year ago to post a story (started some time ago and still working on).
I am surely mostly a reader rather than a writer; English being not my mother-tongue, it adds complexity to the writing (beta readers are very welcome btw)
I read mostly stories involving the Eldar fellows. I am particularly moved by the Silmarillion (and its making) and thus stories of the first Ages, even if I enjoy a lot the time of the War of the Ring.
For the little story, I grew up in the city, in the South of France, but have always been close to Nature. Maybe this is the common ground with the Elvish ways that the professor describes. I often wish to leave this busy world and retire in the countryside with sheep around and trees...