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The History of Middle-earth (chibi version) - Part 135 - Something lost beyond the ranges

23rd June 2014 (15:16)

Today's cartoon features lots of obscure trivia from the HoME books. :)   Also some foreshadowing.


Part 135: Something lost beyond the ranges


Next time: Part 136: The family way

Chibis by tektek.org
Original story by and copyright to J R R Tolkien, ed. C Tolkien: Primarily based on the Silmarillion, but incorporating ideas from the 12-volume History of Middle Earth series.
Questions and comments welcome!

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Posted by: erimthar (erimthar)
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 14:38 (UTC)

I would have thought "doing something the Valar have never done before" would have been scratched off the list on their wedding night.

Also pretty sure Manwe has never fried eggs over a campfire.

Edited at 2014-06-23 14:38 (UTC)

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 15:30 (UTC)

I would have thought "doing something the Valar have never done before" would have been scratched off the list on their wedding night.


Melian disagrees! (Well, technically she's not a Vala, but they're the same 'species' as it were).

Posted by: samtyr (samtyr)
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 15:57 (UTC)
Cuiviénen

"something original" indeed! I wonder what it could be... [g]

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 17:08 (UTC)

Something shiny, no doubt. :)

Posted by: (bumbleball)
Posted at: 25th June 2014 15:00 (UTC)

Except, a Vala has done that before. And actually done it 7x10^22 times before, as shown in Part 33.
;)

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 25th June 2014 15:25 (UTC)

Yes, but Varda's stars are huge flaming balls of hydrogen a million kilometres across. The Silmarils are stars you can slip into a pocket! Or even eat, though that's not recommended for safety reasons.

Posted by: Garth St.Claire (Garth St.Claire)
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 17:47 (UTC)

Oooh!You're referencing the info from the HoME that Nerdanel accompanied Feanor on their travels. I love that bit because it shows how at least at that state Feanor and Nerdanel really did love each other and had a good relationship. And even better than that: a relationship that was based on friendship, mutual interest and compatibility rather than the fact that one or both of them was "the fairest" among thier people.

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 18:15 (UTC)

Exactly. :)

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: 23rd June 2014 21:24 (UTC)
From Dorothy L. Sayers’ “The Zeal of Thy House”

We are the master-craftsmen, God and I—
We understand one another. None, as I can,
Can creep under the ribs of God, and feel
His heart beat through those Six Days of Creation;
Enormous days of slowly turning lights
Streaking the yet unseasoned firmament;
Giant days, Titan days, yet all too short
To hold the joy of making. God caught His breath
To see the poles of the world stand up through chaos;
And when He sent it forth, the great winds blew,
Carrying the clouds. And then He made the trees
For winds to rustle through—oak, poplar, cedar,
Hawthorn and elm, each with its separate motion—
And with His delicate fingers painted the flowers,
Numberless—numberless! why make so many
But that He loved the work, as I love mine,
And saw that it was good, as I see mine?—
The supple, swift mechanics of the serpent,
The beautiful, furred beasts, and curious fish
With golden eyes and quaintly-laced thin bones,
And whales like mountains loud with spurting springs,
Dragons and monsters in strange shapes, to make
His angels laugh with Him; when He saw those
God sang for joy, and formed the birds to sing.
And lastly, since all Heaven was not enough
To share that triumph, He made His masterpiece,
Man, that like God can call beauty from Dust,
Order from chaos, and create new worlds
To praise their maker. Oh, but in making man
God over-reached Himself and gave away
His Godhead. He must now depend on man
For what man’s brain, creative and divine
Can give Him. Man stands equal with Him now,
Partner and rival. Say God needs a church,
As here in Canterbury - and say He calls together
By miracle stone, wood and metal, builds
A church of sorts; my church He cannot make—
Another, but not that. This church is mine
And none but I, not even God, can build it.
Me hath He made vice-gerent of Himself,
And were I lost, something unique were lost
Irreparably; my heart, my blood, my brain
Are in the stone; God’s crown of matchless works
Is not complete without my stone, my jewel,
Creation’s nonpareil.

(It turns out, of course, that he is quite terribly wrong.)

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