Ok, so I asked. The person in charge of this particular fan-printing process said English-language copies could be made for orders exceeding 10 copies.
I am not 100% informed on the project but apparently it is a fan-made edition. It is illustrated primarily with fan art for the use of which the respective artists have given permission. There is no profit to be made and one only pays the cost of printing and shipping, I think. I think there are at least editions for The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales and The Hobbit.
In case it turns out to be as easy as ordering and paying via PayPal, would anyone be interested in getting this sort of thing?
YESS sign me up
"i do what i want" sounds really rebellious and cool but what i want to do is avoid conflict and stay in my room
magic conch shell should i start my homework
the conch has spoken
Here it is: You have been touched so many times that a hand on your back doesn’t make you flinch anymore. Your legs spread effortlessly, your lips bloom, your hands turn to waterfalls.
We were seated across from each other, having a conversation about the weather, when his hand slipped under the table. Your eyes widened for a second and then you went right back to spitting up thunderstorms and floods.
I wonder the last time you were touched and felt something; when you didn’t just close your eyes, lie back, and hope it’d be over soon. You’ve told me story after story about the bedrooms you’ve seen. Boys who lived with their mothers. Men with shiny, modern lofts overlooking screaming cities. Women who decorated with candles and stacks of books. I wonder when you last brought someone into your bedroom and let them see something besides the smooth insides of your thighs. When they saw your journals, your dog-eared books, your photographs, your thoughts.
You are better at the language of sex than love. I get it. Sex is simple. The game of “grab your clothes and go” always plays out the same. There are rules and restrictions in it: don’t ask them to breakfast first, don’t leave anything behind, don’t text back, don’t get attached. Sex, when it’s just sex, is easy. It’s nothing. And that’s fine. But being wanted is one thing and being loved is another, and I wonder now if you say “I love you” with a shut mouth, shut eyes, and open thighs.
This body art/optical illusion has all our jaws dropping. (Video)
I am unfinished thoughts and
I cannot complete anything, my cigarette
stubs are twice as long as yours.
We both know that I will die when
my heart gets bored of beating and
that I will be too preoccupied with the next thing,
the fascination of being dead, to notice.
I am constantly on the lookout for something new
and yet, have never grown sick of loving you.