Remember that time Gandalf convinced the whole party to flee so that he could take out the Balrog and not have to share any of the XP? Shows up the next session with fancy new robes and everything. What a jerk.
Best literary analysis ever.
Remember that time Gandalf convinced the whole party to flee so that he could take out the Balrog and not have to share any of the XP? Shows up the next session with fancy new robes and everything. What a jerk.
Best literary analysis ever.
Okay, so, now that I’ve slept, I can now talk about the reason for my BURNING NEED TO FIGHT J.R.R. TOLKIEN PHYSICALLY AND IMMEDIATELY with considerably less drama than I would’ve otherwise expressed.
This all started just because I wanted to translate the word “net” (like a fishing net) into Elvish. That’s all I wanted. One small task.
Of course, I then immediately find out that, lo, there’s not just one Elvish. There are multiple Elvish languages. Ha ha ha, oh Tolkien, of course you’d do that. You eccentric dead coot. Thanks for making my task more difficult than necessary, but you know, whatever, that makes the world of middle earth more realistic and he seemed to really enjoy inventing languages, and why should I criticize a dead man for having fun with his world, yeah?
So while I’m attempting to navigate through this endless…WORDPILE of information on different Elvish languages and which one would be most appropriate for translating the word “net,” I of course discover there’s several other languages, which actually does not surprise me. I mean, of course, it’s only natural that the different races would have different languages. I can roll with that logic.
This is about where my willingness to go along with Tolkien’s antics starts to crumble.
‘One tiny Hobbit against all the evil the world could muster. A sane being would have given up, but Samwise burned with a magnificent madness, a glowing obsession to surmount every obstacle, to find Frodo, destroy the Ring, and cleanse Middle Earth of its festering malignancy. He knew he would try again. Fail, perhaps. And try once more. A thousand, thousand times if need be, but he would not give up the quest.’
Christopher Lee collaborating with the Tolkien Ensemble to give us a beautiful adaptation of Treebeard’s Song (originally found in The Two Towers.)
i love when people call me precious thats such a cute thing to call somebody
yeah it does have a nice ring to it