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The History of Middle-earth (chibi version) - Part 189 - Emergency CPR

19th February 2015 (21:17)

Cliffhanger! What will Fëanor do?

Part 189: Emergency CPR

Next time: Part 190: Charging - Clear!

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!


Posted by: (bumbleball)
Posted at: 21st February 2015 09:36 (UTC)

Last night I dreamed about this scene. I was taunting Varda and Yavanna by singing this to them:

Twinkle twinkle little stars.
You've forgotten what they are.
Up above the world so high,
made of light put in the sky.
Why not wake the trees with them
and not break a single gem?

(Unfortunately, nobody from Porlock has turned up this morning to drive the dream rhyme out of my head.)

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 21st February 2015 19:32 (UTC)

What an unusual dream. :)

There's probably a good reason why that wouldn't work. Um... Varda did make the stars out of second-hand Treelight, collected from those vats; while Fëanor captured the living light of the Trees in the Silmarils. That might make the difference?

Posted by: (bumbleball)
Posted at: 23rd February 2015 12:32 (UTC)
My own theory why it wouldn't work

Good theory. OTOH maybe the reason it wouldn't work goes something like this: --

(*While everyone else is arguing with Fëanor, Varda turns to her handmaiden.*)

VARDA: Follow me, Ilmarë. I've got an idea.

ILMARË: Where are we going?


(*Meanwhile, over in Middle-Earth, a grumpy-looking, very dark haired elf is standing before Thingol and Melian.*)

THINGOL: Let me get this clear. You want me to grant you huge tracts of land in which you will live sulking by yourself, with no other elves allowed in or out?

EÖL: Yeah, that's what I said!

THINGOL: And why should I do that?

EÖL: Well, for a start no-one will have to put up with my misanthropic moods any more.

THINGOL: Good point. But it's not enough. You are a blacksmith, aren't you. Make me the sharpest ever sword of all time ever and you can have your land.

EÖL: What!?!

(*After Eöl has gone, Melian turns to her husband.*)

MELIAN: Now dear, what have I told you about always sending people on impossible quests just to avoid giving them what they want?

THINGOL: Nonsense. What could possibly go wrong?

(*Melian sighs.*)

(*By now Varda and Ilmarë have reached outer space. They approach a star.*)

VARDA: This one will do. Come one, help me bring it down, and we can heal the trees with it.


(*However as they fly back down with the star, it starts changing.*)

ILMARË: What's happening?

VARDA: I don't know. It looks like it's turning to iron.

ILMARË: Iron? You mean its changing as we re-enter the atmosphere?

VARDA: Yes, the stars must've been in space too long. We can't bring them back without them changing.

ILMARË: So what do we do with this one then?

VARDA: Well, there's no point in putting it back now it's ruined. Just throw it away.

(*Below them, Eöl is walking through Doriath, mumbling to himself.*)

EÖL: Stupid Thingol. How am I supposed to make the sharpest ever sword of all all time ever? What does that jerk think I am? A Noldo!?! He thinks he's so much better than us just because of his wife. Well, maybe one day I'll marry into royalty and then everyone will have to do as I say. That'll show him.

(*Suddenly a large iron star crashes to the ground just inches away from him. He shakes his fist up at the sky.*)

EÖL: Hey you jerks! Watch where you're chucking your sharp pointy things! You could injure someone with that! It's gotta be as sharp as the sharpest ever sword of all ti... Hmmm...

(*For possibly the first time in his life, a wide grin spreads across Eöl's face.*)

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