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QUE TIPO DE SEMIDEUS VOCÊ É????
Really love how Delita exists more or less at the exact center of a villainy Venn diagram between Dycedarg (Use everyone close to you! Stab a Duke!) and Wiegraf (Mope over your dead sister! Join your local Church conspiracy!) and how occupying that little wedge apparently allows one to A] enter the not-actually-a-villain zone B] effectively get shit done C] not find yourself transformed into a demonic ungulate.
Less evil than Dycedarg, smarter than Wiegraf, that’s Delita Hyral
I feel like Final Fantasy Tactics is a more enjoyable narrative if you make some attempt to read Dycedarg, Gafgarion, and Algus as charitably as possible; to read Wiegraf, Zalbag, Cid, Balbanes, Ramza, and Agrias as uncharitably as possible; and to vacillate as rapidly as you can between complete charity and complete skepticism regarding the character and motivations of Delita Hyral.
I really like Gafgarion. I always had the impression that he legit liked Ramza, it wasn’t only once or twice that he offered to make things right with Ramza and Dycedarg. He prioritized his own survival more than anything, but he legit believed that both Ramza and Dycedarg were trying to do the right thing through their own means, so he wanted Ramza to follow Dycedarg so they could actually accomplish things together instead of being on opposite sides. Not to mention he took Ramza under his wing when he abandoned the Beoulve family.
Just because, in the end, he valued his life more than anything, it doesn’t mean he didn’t care for others.
About Galadriel and Halbrand in The Rings of Power
Straight people: “Ooooh, apparently friendship is banned, why can’t you just accept that there are characters who are just friends and that’s it? Even worse, they’re literally enemies and you expect them to make out? Stop forcing your sexuality on characters.”
Also straight people: “This man and this woman interacted? They’re clearly in love and/or horny for each other.”
I know nobody really follows this account, but just warning that this blog will be 100% dedicated to posts about Tolkien from now on. Reblogging some stuff, but also dissertations about Middle-Earth when I’m inspired and need to post somewhere.
Yeah, nevermind. This blog will be dedicated to post and reblog whatever I want, even though the Legendarium is still the most important fictional work for me.
One-shot: Leona and his family
Cheka: Unca! Unca! Will you tell me a story?
Leona: I'm busy, boy. Go play somewhere else.
Cheka: I know you're not busy, it's your break... come on, tell me a story!
Leona: Precisely, it's a break, I'm taking a break from everything and everyone, and that includes you. Go bother your perfect father or someone else.
Cheka: Aw, come on! Pretty please? With sugar on top?
Leona: You don't give up, do you, brat? Urgh, fine! Just... give me five minutes, it's tea time. Go eat some cake or something, I'll be right there.
Cheka: Yay! Thanks, Unca! Tell me the story of Kovu and Kiara, will ya?
Leona: Sure, sure, now give me at least five seconds of peace, already.
*
Ruggie: Cheka's growing up so fast. Such a pretty kid, and very smart too, shehehe!
Leona: He's pretty annoying, that's what he is.
Ruggie: What a cruel Unca. I bet the poor boy would be heartbroken if he heard such meanie words.
Leona: I wish. No matter how much I try to be rude to him, the boy never feels upset at all. It's like he don't know what being rude is.
Ruggie: Or maybe he just loves you.
Leona: Make him love you instead, if you think that's something good. The brat ruined every chance I had of obtaining real pow...
Jack: LEONA!
Leona: I really can't get five minutes of peace here. Don't yell like that. I swear that I...
Jack: The prince! He's sick!
Leona: ... what, did he get a cold or something? I wouldn't complain if he lost his voice for a bit or...
Jack: They think he was poisoned!
Leona: ... what?
Jack: He's unconscious, lots of fever, after he ate a single slice of cake! I think the enemies of the kingdom tried to poison him!
Leona: ...
Jack: The king and the queen are with him, and I believe you should...!
Ruggie: Jack? For pity's sake, give Leona a moment, will you?!
Jack: But the prince...!
Ruggie: Just shut up! I know, you know, Leona knows! Okay?!
Leona: ...
*
Jack: I'm back. I need to report to the king, where is he?
Ruggie: The king and the queen are in the prince's room, they can't talk now.
Jack: Then Leona...
Ruggie: Leona's at the door.
Jack: Then I must...
Ruggie: He won't hear you.
Jack: But I gotta...!
Ruggie: Did you get any leads at all, some valuable information about the responsibles for this or anything?
Jack: ... not yet.
Ruggie: Then, no need to disturb Leona. It's been three days and the prince didn't improve at all. He might die at any time.
Jack: But there must be something we could...!
Ruggie: Just get some rest and get back to your investigation. Get some help if you need to. Leona's gonna need some justice if the prince survives.
Jack: If he survives? He WILL survive! He's just a kid, he can't...!
Ruggie: Put it in whatever words you want. But he wouldn't be the first kid's death I've seen in my life. Life's not fair, Jack.
*
Jack: Leona.
Leona: ...
Jack: Leona!
Leona: ...
Jack: Leona, listen here! Listen here, I went investigating and I found...!
Leona: Don't care.
Jack: What?!
Leona: Don't care. It's a king's job to seek justice. If someone tried to poison the boy, they're enemies of the kingdom. The king must deal with them, not me. So, tell your tale to my great brother when he leaves that room.
Jack: Leona, you bastard, how can you talk like...!
Leona: WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD IT MAKE TO GET THE BASTARDS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS IF THE PRINCE DIES?!?! IF YOU WANT TO OCCUPY YOUR MIND LOOKING FOR THIS, GO AHEAD, BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT MY NEPHEW IS ABOUT TO DIE AND I CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT, SO...!
Ruggie: Leona!
Leona: Leave me alone! The two of you, leave me alone!
Ruggie: Leona, it's Cheka! He regained his conscious!
Leona: ... what?
Ruggie: They found out what poison the criminals used, so he's... ouch! Hey, watch your step, you stepped on my foot!
Jack: It's been a long time since I saw him run so fast.
Ruggie: Tell me about it. Let's go!
*
Cheka: Unca?
Leona: ...
Cheka: Aw, Unca, don't look so sad. Mom said I'm gonna be okay. I just ate a bad cake, that's all.
Leona: ...
Cheka: Maybe I'm alien-genic to it?
Leona: ... it's "allergic", brat.
Cheka: Yeah! Wow, you know so many words... speaking of that, can you tell me the story? You know, about Kovu and Kiara?
Leona: ... you never give me a moment of rest, do you? Later. Your dad left to take care of some business about the kingdom, but he's probably not gonna want to leave you until you heal completely. I'm gonna take care of his business, so he can be here with you.
Cheka: Aw, thank you, Unca! You're so kind, you always think of others!
Leona: ...
*
Ruggie: You actually took care of the paperwork the king left behind? Wow, I thought you'd try a coup or something, while the king was busy taking care of the prince.
Leona: ...
Ruggie: Geez, I'm just joking! No need to glare like that! Sheesh...
Leona: Half of the problem is solved. The kingdom is in order. Now, the other part. The bastards who did this...
Jack: That's what I was trying to tell you. I got them.
Leona: Oh?
Jack: My first investigation led to nothing. But now I got them. They're in the dungeons.
Leona: ... is that so?
*
Leona: So. You're the ones who tried to poison the prince. Very clever and sneaky. You thought you could hide from my knights at the Scalding Sands, didn't you?
Prisoner: All I did, I did for...!
Leona: Did I give you permission to speak, traitor?
Prisoner: I'm no traitor! My loyalty is with Sunset Savanna! The king is weak, and the prince is even worse, just a weak brat with no will whatsoever! We need a stronger king, like... argh!
Leona: I don't necessarily disagree with you, but I believe you know you're talking about my brother and nephew here, right? You have some nerve, traitor.
Ruggie: Oooh, Leona's mad, shehehehehe...!
Leona: Don't talk to me like that in front of the prisoners, Ruggie.
Jack: Should we prepare a trial for him, Leona?
Leona: I suppose that's what a good king would do. Falena would certainly give him a place to speak, would listen to him, before deciding for a sentence. Maybe he would be exiled. After Felona passed on so many pacifist laws, it's been a long time since we had a proper death penalty, not even trash like this one end up in the gallows anymore.
Prisoner: In my trial, I'll tell the truth to everyone. We need a proper king! We need...!
Leona: Oh, no. The thing is, you see... I'm not a good king. I was never a king, but if I was, I'd be a terrible one. So, you're just not lucky enough to be judged by a good king like Felona. You're stuck with me, the worst king ever.
Prisoner: ...
*
Felona: All efforts were in vain. Nobody was able to discover anything about the assassin who tried to kill Cheka.
Leona: Is that so? But you didn't put much effort in it, did you?
Felona: Oh, my brother... my son is alive, that's all it matters to me. Of course, I made efforts to improve our safety here, so we'll never go through that again. But I don't think punishing the responsible would give me some relief.
Leona: Really? Well... I think you're a good king, brother. Even too good.
Felona: ... wow, it's rare for you to compliment me like that. Thank you, Leona.
Leona: You think that's a compliment? Well, that's on you...
Cheka: Dad! Unca! Let's go!
Leona: ... five minutes of peace, that's all I ask...
Felona: Go? Where?
Cheka: You two promised you'd teach me how to play Spelldrive! Ruggie and Jack are already outside! Come on, you promised!
Felona: We did promise, didn't we?
Leona: I accidentally made a promise when I was busy. The boy's smart, he knows exactly when to press me for attention.
Felona: Oh well, let's go. But I don't know how much I'll be useful. You were always a better Spelldrive player than me.
Leona: ... now YOU are the one complimenting me.
Aerith: Cloud, what are you doing in the bathroom?
Cloud: Crying my eyes out.
Aerith: Well, hurry up. I gotta cry too.
They’re both thinking about Zack
Blessed be the name of Jesus the Christ, and all the happiness and love to everyone
Not exactly LOTR related, but I just finished the last chapter of the first book that I'm writing. I still have to write the Epilogue, a new Introduction and do a BIG revision on everything, but I'm already very, very happy with what I've done so far. In the end, all the struggles ended up making something great!
Just wanted to share my happiness. But well, my job is far from done.
So, I was thinking it's kinda weird that Boromir wasn't married.
- He was 40 years old, and supposedly didn't have the same longevity of the Numenoreans.
- He was the eldest son, heir of the Steward of Gondor.
- He was a military commander, risking his life all the time while diving into constant battle against Mordor.
- In case Boromir died, Denethor would definitely want a grandson, son of Boromir, to be his heir. Anyone but Faramir.
It would make sense that he was married and had at least one son. Even if he wasn't interested, he had too many responsibilities and was exposed to many dangers, it would be his duty to have an heir.
Sure, there's a good explanation for this. The Professor believed in marriages forged through love, specially considering all his struggles to marry Edith against all adversities. Even though we have some cases of bad relationships in his Legendarium (Eöl and Aredhel, Aldarion and Erendis), even these began with love before the shit hit the fan. The History of Middle-earth explicitly states that elves do not marry if not out of love.
So, the Professor wouldn't give Boromir a wife and son just because it would make sense, he would only do it if he could develop well their bond (they would certainly be very important when Gandalf and Pippin arrived in Minas Tirith, but it would possibly be too much work, specially considering he didn't even plan Faramir before he "showed up" in Thw Two Towers). So, he didn't do it. But I can' help but imagine how would it be if it happened. It would add more complexity to Boromir, as he would try to take the Ring not just to protect his kingdom, but also to protect his wife and son. Also, imagine Faramir having people in his family that legitimely loved him and cared about him, unlike Denethor (who's slightly better in the books, but is still a terrible father). Imagine Pippin meeting them.
The Legendarium is perfect, Boromir is perfect, even if this didn't happen. But I would love if something like that had happened.
About Tolkien and the way to God’s truth
Today, I showed a friend the part in Tolkien's biography (by Humphrey Carpenter) that showed how the Professor convinced C. S. Lewis to convert to Christianism.
I won't paste the entire conversation here, but the basic idea is that Lewis wondered how the sacrifice of Christ could change our lives today, if not only by example. Then, Tolkien said that the myths and stories of self sacrifice would always touch Lewis, and that was the same. And that myths weren't lies, but other ways to the truth of God. Like when you create the name "tree" to call this type of being, you're just making a linguistical construct to designate something that exists no matter how you call it, and the myth being the same, a story that is created derived from the truth of God.
It's because of stuff like this that I non-ironically support the cause for Tolkien's beatification and occasional canonization. This explanation compares the myths of pagan religions to the own truth of God, doesn't reject it as lies, and is also an explanation for the creation of his own mythology, and how the myth and storytelling is a way for God's perfection. He rejected the explicit allegory, but the creation of myth was inherently linked to the truth and the faith. Which means, doesn't matter if the person read The Lord of the Rings and doesn't compare Gandalf's sacrifice in Moria to Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, if Gandalf's sacrifice inspired the person for self-sacrifice, kindness and altruism, it fulfilled its purpose, without even needing to point it explicitly, or the person explicitly convert to Christianism. It's the conversion and the exercise of faith through example and beauty.
And doing all this, with everything he's done, I can't help but compare it to Saint Augustine and Saint Thomas Aquinas. Specially if I remember that in the proccess of Sainto Thomas Aquinas' canonization, his own Summa Theologiae was considered a miracle of divine inspiration. The more I read Tolkien, the more I realize he's not that far from it.
Not to gatekeep or anything, but damn, I've seen people asking if the Arkenstone, the Elessar, the Evenstar, even the Phial of Galadriel, were Silmarils Guys, one Silmarils became a star and the other two were lost, one thrown in a pit of fire and another in the sea, there are no other Silmarils around
Learning interpretation with the Witch King of Angmar
* 1975 of Third Age, end of the Battle of Fornost, the Witch King is defeated and flees *
Glorfindel: Do not pursue him! He will not return to this land. Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of man will he fall.
Witch King: Did you hear that, my Lord? This elf says I'm immortal!
Sauron: Well, kinda. He does have a point, your connection with me makes you almost immortal, but you still have weaknesses, and theoretically can still be killed if you lose this connection to me. Also, he said your doom is far, not non-existant, so predicting that you will not fall by the hand of man doesn't mean you will never...
Witch King: I am immortal! No man can kill me! All shall fear me, I'll face anyone!
Sauron: ... fine, I'll let him believe that. After all, if this prophecy is real, there's nothing I can do about it, anyway. And if it gives him more confidence to do my bidding, so be it.
* 1044 years later, the Battle of Pelennor Fields *
Merry, a hobbit: * stabs him with the Barrow-blade, cutting his connection to Sauron *
Éowyn, a woman, taking off her helmet and readying her sword: I am no man!
Witch King: ... fuck.
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I promised I would beat The Lord of the Rings: The Third Age before last Friday. Then, the promise changed to next Monday. And still, won’t be able to do it.
If I wasn’t such a stubborn prick who won’t beat the game without getting all the skills of all characters, I wiuld have finished it today. But still, only Morwen and Idrial have all skills unlocked.
The Fresh Prince of Bag End
In a moment, you're fine.
In the next, you realize you'll never be able to get an autograph from Professor Tolkien or Christopher Tolkien on one of your books, since the father died way before you even existed, and the son died last year.
But well, even if they were alive, the chances would be nearly impossible, since I live in Brazil. Same chances of getting an autograph of Viggo Mortensen, even though he's alive.