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Dirt, for the Dirt challenge at [livejournal.com profile] tolkien_weekly
the irresistable answer



“Belts of gold, and the light of the Stars, eh?” the old fellow chuckled. “All noble gifts indeed! Perhaps I’ve been a little hasty judging these elves after all. And what did she give your Samwise then?”

An elven cloak and magic rope were mentioned, but the old man couldn’t bring himself to say that she had given his son a box of dirt. Sam himself was proud to tell.

“Dirt!” the old men cackled. “Now that’s odd!”

“Not at all!” cried Sam, rising to his “speaking” pose. “It’s Earth, d’you see… Middle-earth! She gave it into my care.”




Disclaimer: All of Arda belongs to the Professor, but I have a passport.

icons: Arda

May. 3rd, 2006 05:19 am
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I couldn't log on except in brief moments all day, so here are the latest batch from my games.

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more )
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for the weakness challenge at [livejournal.com profile] tolkien_weekly

Arda does not belong to me; l belong to Arda.
This is movie!verse


Blame )

boromir

Feb. 28th, 2006 04:28 pm
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I got a google alert today (some serendipity in this timing, neh?) about this article in Can magazine online, about best death scenes, and of course I wasn't surprise to find it was our boy.

Actually, my google alert (which has finally settled down again) is for the keyword "Faramir", who is mentioned in this paragraph:

Due to his rank and his bloodline, Boromir was selected to join a secret meeting held in the Elf-city of Rivendell; Boromir's brother, Faramir, opted to go but Denethor wouldn't have it. The meeting was designed to create a small, specialized, group to help combat Sauron by secretly delivering the one ring to the fires of Mount Doom. After much debate, Boromir became one of two human men, the other being Aragorn, to join the 'Fellowship of the Ring.'

Now, that is neither Movie!verse nor Book!verse, and there is more description that makes me wonder if these guys saw the same movie as I did. Yet the conclusions are familiar, and I thought you might find it interesting.

Best Death Scene



(off to meet Chris at Cracker Barrel for Pancake Tuesday)
fileg: (cower or choose)
not what I expected to post next, but this time of year makes me long for Arda


01.02.03.04.

this post is maybe a little girl heavy... )
fileg: (north star)
This is for the challenge at [livejournal.com profile] tolkien_weekly to write in a voice I have not written in before. 100 words is not really enough to say I have written in a new voice, but I have not written this character before (though Chris [livejournal.com profile] elladans_witch and I have had plans for a while now to do so together. Real Soon Now, or as we say - Pagan Standard Time) two of you will understand that this is, in its way, for North

This one owes some of its essence to movie!verse, but holds up as canon. I feel like I squashed this one into the suitcase with a crowbar...
It all belongs to The Professor, and it is his fault for making me think these things...




Fathers

a sunny afternoon in Valinor...


“Commiserating?” I asked, coming in just as what was probably a third bottle of wine was being opened.

Elu Thingol nodded. “Only we understand hearing our daughters declare their love was worth dying for...”

“Gift of Man, indeed,” Elrond grumbled. “Why did you never try to dissuade Idril from the choice?”

“It’s fortunate for you I did not…” I began; he had the grace to blush.

“She was not a child, but a woman grown.” I smiled then, and added, “Thankfully, because I did not try to keep her, in the end I did not have to lose her.”
fileg: (north star)
it's sort of become an advent calendar, hasn't it....




Faramir in the Library (It's Elrond's library, but that's not part of my story *g*)

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we had our first snowfall today, and it reminded me I had not managed to get this down for the snow challenge at [livejournal.com profile] tolkien_weekly


first snowfall )

icon post

Nov. 21st, 2005 04:11 am
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01.02.03.04.05.


more.... )

toast

Oct. 25th, 2005 04:49 am
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Toast, I am toast tonight!

but, great weekend in which the fates conspired to give Chris her birthday wishes. Comcast played the old movie she wanted to see; Kingdon of Heaven was released just in time to make it here; her favorite group (Sons of the Never Wrong) played locally on Saturday night; we had a great dinner and presents session on Sunday; and tonight we saw Alan Lee speak and give his powerpoint presentation (and bought many many yulies)

More on Sons and Alan tomorrow -- but I had to pop out to tell [livejournal.com profile] kortirion that when he showed the cgi painting of landscape looking east from Minas Tirith, and we could see not only the ruins of Osgiliath, but Anduin's oxbow south of the Harlond surrounding the rolling hills of Emyn Arnen, North seized my brain and made me grab Chris and whisper "I can see my house from here!" I think this will require an icon.

drabble:

Oct. 8th, 2005 08:15 pm
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For the Poetry muse challenge at [livejournal.com profile] tolkien_weekly
It's me, so you already know it's Ardaverse, G rated and canon conscious. surprisingly enough, this one is movie!verse. There is subtext in the title, for those of you who have been following my crackpot theories about symbolism.

All of Arda is the professor's. I just write you postcards when I am there.


Until The Stars Are All Alight )
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At the eyedoctor's last Friday, as usual, they staggered Jim and I so were were taking various test at the same time. He was done with the Doctor first, so I handed him my book (yeah, I know, you could hardly even prove I am of the female persuasion - I do not carry any sort of purse) As you guys know, it happens to be Fellowship.

When I came out, he was getting a little misty, and he hadn't even gotten to the book proper - he had been reading the Peter Beagle introduction and gotten to the end

"we are raised to honor all of the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."


Peter Beagle and Thomas Burnett Swan were they other loves of my literary life at the time I was reading Tolkien for the first time. So I was very moved by this article that [livejournal.com profile] bellatrys linked to today.
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still madly carving away at the update to the site. I think it needs a long weekend to itself....


01020304

A dozen more. They're not all Legolas, it just seems that way... )



gondor boys next time
fileg: (cower or choose)
I want to say here again that what I want to explore about meaning of various symbolic motifs I am likely to blither about is what they mean to me. It's not that I don't care about what these things mean to the critics (though I don't) or the Professor (I do, but that's not what I am reading for this time.)

I am falling behind even the slow pace I chose, as tonight I decided to make my personal notes in my electronic copy as I go. I screwed with the formatting some years ago, and of course I found myself rereading the small amount I had already read as I fixed spelling and paragraph returns, and stopped to underline places for notes.


Because of this, I found that I was partially wrong about Bilbo and the stars - they do appear in conjunction with his leaving, but not until after his strength of heart decision to leave the ring, so I lose points for still going too fast, but Bilbo keeps his for spiritual fortitude.

The line comes when Bilbo steps outside with the dwarves:
It was a fine night, and the black sky was dotted with stars.

he laughs, and grasps for his heart's desire.


In my readings, it seemed to me that the stars are mentioned two ways - a simple descriptive natural way, and at times when the professor/great narrator wants me to see that the powers are watching, if not perhaps actively taking a hand in this event. (Perhaps they are passively taking a hand? That fits with my own spirituality, so I'm considering that)

But reading with The Inklings (an experience I will always be grateful for, reading with people involved as I was, reaching the Shadow of the past just as I turned 50, and feeling a sense of connection through that symbolism as well. Boy, that was quite the tangent, ne?) ... anyway, reading with the inklings, I decided to try and apply the meanings I had grown close to in all the places that they appear - after all, unrepentant panthiest that I am, why should I dismiss some of them as nature?)

So, Bilbo gets to make his own decision, then, and after it is made Eru/Valar/Narrator (and myself as observer) make their very first appearance. Gandalf has just promised that he will keep two eyes on Frodo - perhaps he is not the only one?


Also - Gates, which signify transition to me, as well as endings and beginnigs, crossroad moments --
A new gate is built for the party field, and it serves me as a symbol of who you let inside you, and who you exclude (even though Bilbo is at a moment where he is including everyone). But when Bilbo is leaving, he jumps over the hedge, avoiding the issue entirely.

Bilbo vanishes like a rustle of wind in the grass, and I fall completely into Arda, with a rustle of pages turning.
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It's not my intention to talk about the book in depth, though I might blither in spots. I am, however, hoping to put down things that have struck me differently



right away in this first chapter, I found myself obsessing on the use of water and gates, knowing how frequently we will encounter them. I was surprised not to encounter stars, since my theory is that the professor mentions them at pivotal moments when people are being "watched" over by the powers - Bilbo's leaving certainly qualifies as one of those pivotal moments. This strengthens the old guy's spirit for me even more - the powers don't seem the least bit worried he will not be up to the task.

As I start to think about the rivers (we are approaching one of my favorite lines, eeee, but not yet....) and how they teem with the essence of life for me I was struck in the prologue by the professor saying that the sea had become a symbol of death to the hobbits. I either never noticed that before, or never took it in properly.

And I don't believe I ever consciously caught the Gaffer's dislike of Sandyman, the miller. It's true, I am so anxious to get to Bree I have not been giving these early chapters the attention I can't help but give the rest of the book. Even when I was reading with The Inklings, by serendipity I came in on chapter 10 with Strider.
fileg: (tolkien)
I read just the intro and the prologue to LotR last night (while Jim, who had slept on the couch for about three hours suddenly became wide awake as I dragged him off to bed at 5 and began reading the Angel Sanctuary mangas which he was still doing up to about an hour ago when he ran out of volumes we have)

It has been so long I can't remember reading the prolog for the first time, but I was startled by the post ring war and fourth age information and how abundant it is. I can remember worrying over the fate of everyone as I read the first time - yet here in the prologue, the professor talks amiably about Frodo writing the books, Sam's children and grandchildren, Pippin moving south and his grandchildren having a copy of the redbook corrected in Gondor for things like elvish, and it not coming back to the shire until after the death of the king, Merry's books and Faramir's grandson writing the Aragorn and Arwen bits, etc...

Did I tear through it so fast that first time that this all missed the brain? Or was it simply that I didn't know these people yet, and was only nodding politely to their chatter on a warm evening. Did I convince myself that I didn't want to know, or did I enter so fully into the moment as I read that it didn't matter that I knew, because like the fourth age, that was just things that would come, but could not aid us here?





I am: off to meet Chris for Flight Plan
fileg: (green man)
for the "music" challenge at [livejournal.com profile] tolkien_weekly

Thank you, professor
The Valley is Jolly )
fileg: (a few books)
I've talked before about the fact that I've never warmed up to The Hobbit the way I've always been possessed by the trilogy (probably reading it after the trilogy contributed to my disappointment) But I've been trying to reread it for the last few years and I never get past the first chapter.


I certainly don't dislike it, so what's up with that? And there are lots of small moments I really need to renew in my brain. So, I decided to start again on Saturday night, and right away I hit the wall.

Aha -- last night I decided to pick up the paperback copy that came with the last "reading" set I bought, instead of taking the large hardcover annotated Hobbit to bed. Fell asleep with my nose in the spine just moments after Bilbo picked up the ring.


The annotations are interesting - too much so, apparently, for a geek like me. I don't know if it would have gotten better further on, but the beginning is so heavily annotated that I never picked up a narrative thread.

I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner, since I had a similar problem reading the histories - had to force myself to hold all the asides till the end of the chapters.

Anyway I am barreling along now (ha ha)

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