I shall find wandering more bearable

yayy part 2 of my fellowship doodles 😊✌️

part 1

'It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us,' cried Boromir. 'How it angers me! Fool! Obstinate fool! Running willfully to death and ruining our cause. If any mortals have claim to the Ring, it is the men of Númenor, and not Halflings. It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It might have been mine. It should be mine. Give it to me!'

I think it’s been said before but I really love how Tolkien does consequences of individual actions in his writing. For example Bilbo vs Gollum in regards to the ring. Gollum starts off his “relationship” to the ring with a murder and can’t let it go it consumes him. While Bilbo starts his with kindness by choosing not kill Gollum using the ring, and because of that he more able to give it up and then this act of kindness leads to middle earth being saved. I just really love how Tolkien continually shows how much individual actions and choices matter through his work. It’s one of the reasons he is one of my favourite authors.

i love how Gandalf invested in Hobbits in year one and has been pushing them ever since. Thorin, i hear you need help with a breaking and entering. Can I recommend one of these little cunts? Silent as fuck, trust me. Elrond my dude i know you're skeptical but these four chucklefucks just transported a weapon of mass destruction all the way here. Theoden, you've gotta get yourself a hobbit man, I've got a spare one here. Denathor you big prick, take a hobbit - literally this is the bottom of the range but listen to him sing. Beautiful little bastard.

Getting back to serious topics today.

That's because this is Silmarillion

It is a long time, even as Ents count it, before Fangorn falls. Even the youngest of them, like Quickbeam, have grown grey and sleepy. Treebeard rarely stirs from his hill, deep in the forest. The trees no longer sing to him, or else he can no longer hear them.

The dominion of men has come, and men come at last to Fangorn. If they remember the old stories, they do not heed them, but perhaps they simply do not know. They cut trees to build homes. They cut to clear land. They cut for firewood. Slowly, then quicker, the forest dwindles.

Treebeard and the other Ents do not rise in wrath this time. They are too old and tired, and these are no orcs. These men have wives and children. They do not waste the wood. They sing as they build, and are grateful. There are just too many of them, and their lives are too short. They are careless, not cruel.

One night, as the axes ring, Treebeard knows the time has come. He takes a slow step, the first in a century, then another. Every step leads westward. Every Ent and Huorn who remains follows him. In the morning, the woodsmen find the forest strangely changed, but they do not understand what has happened.

Slowly, wrapped in shadow, the last march of the Ents crosses the land. Few see them, fewer take them for anything but trees in the distance. At last, they reach the sea.

They have no boats. They lift their log-like bodies on the waves. They float and swim, seeking the straight way. There is no Elf left in Middle-Earth who could guide them, but sometimes they can see a star.

Their bodies grow heavy with salt water. First one, then another, sinks beneath the waves. At last, even Treebeard goes down, out of the starlight of the world.

He wakes up on an unfamiliar shore. The few branches he had left are gone, and his gnarled skin is now smooth and pale as driftwood, but he feels much lighter. He stretches his ancient limbs, and finds them less stiff than he remembered.

A song he had not realized was not part of the wind and waves suddenly breaks up in laughter. He turns, and sees another shape, tall and lithe as sea grass.

“It took you long enough to get here, but then I shouldn’t be surprised. An oak takes longer to bear fruit than a berry-bush.” She looked into his eyes, with the green, sparkling eyes of their people, “I would have waited twice as long.”

He could not remember how long it had been since he last saw those eyes. He could not remember what she had looked like then, though he felt sure she was as changed as he. He wasn’t even sure if he remembered her name.

He took her hand, and together they walked into the cool blue morning, with the sunrise streaming behind them.

that's lovely.

@lferion

this is my favorite genre of bts pictures.

like just actors in full costume with some random item or article of clothing that does NOT fit the universe their story is set in

Some unexpected heroes

it will never stop making me happy to see how GENUINELY JOYFUL and excited gandalf looks when he's making fireworks for the hobbits !!!

like this is the face of a wizard who's doing EXACTLY what he loves to do in life T-T

Sometimes having a reputation for being smart beats actually being smart.

I once beat my school’s chess champion in a game because he spent the entire match desperately trying to work out my strategy because I was “smart” and therefore good at chess.

We were playing with a Lord of the Rings chess set. I was moving the characters I liked best.

I’m terrible at chess.

you won that fair and square

a really smart person would recognizw you were playing some variant of the classic chess strategy, "I just like the horsies"

i feel like fandom would really benefit from adopting the idea of readings, as in interpretations. anyone can interpret canon as saying anything on even the most tenuous of justifications. if you interpret a detail or moment in a particular way, great! but if someone interprets that thing in another way, even in a way which directly contradicts your interpretation, that’s also okay. multiple readings can exist at once without invalidating any of them

a lot of fandom drama seems to arise from people acting as if their interpretations are True or Factual in some way, when really all anyone can do is speak to their own interpretations & experiences. which is natural! and good! many voices with many interpretations and approaches is healthy and good. the trouble is depicting a reading, which is a very personal thing, as universally true, and then getting frustrated that others don’t interpret events the same way. & i get it, that can be annoying, especially if you think those other interpretations are misunderstanding the canon. but so much of the time it’s just a different reading, taking into account details you might not have noticed or maybe just viewing them in a different light, informed by different life experiences & values & everything else that goes into a personal interpretation of a creative work

by trying to depict One Single Reading of a text as Correct, fandom loses all the nuance of interpretation & also just turns everyone into a bunch of rabid raccoons fighting over different ways to look through the same kaleidoscope

one thing i rlly appreciate rewtaching the lotr movies is the subtle environmental story telling with the dirt and grime on the characters... and how it adds a level of character depth that i find many other movies don't include

for instance the dirt on many of the characters faces throughout the film not only shows that- yea they're going through it... but ALSO you can see past or current emotion through the tear stains over the dirt

and the other thing is i LOVE that so many of their nails are kinda just coated in dirt because it does make sense for a very outdoor story! making it feel grounded in the atmosphere even if it wasn't an intentional decision

studies from the fellowship of the ring

THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001)

happy october 24th!

it’s the way that aragorn introduced his lifelong friend to a mutual and ended up becoming a third wheel on his own quest to save middle earth. like bro was covered in dirt trying to sleep for an hour while the dwarf n elf were giggling n flirting on their bedrolls forced to witness an enemies to friends to lovers fic in real time

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)