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went for a walk in my backyard
went for a walk in my backyard
Ok so you're a mad scientist what did you get your doctorate in? (if a mix pick the base part, like biochem would be chem)
Physics
Chemistry
Biology
Engineering
Medicine
Psychology
Political Science (lame)
Anthropology
Bought my degree online for 20$ it just says "science degree"
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I'm an Environmental Scientist, so I'd probably be an ecoterrorist like Poison Ivy
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by Роман Микрюков
One of the ballsiest things Tolkien ever did was write 473k words about some hobbits called frodo, sam, merry, and pippin and then write in the appendices that their names are actually maura, ban, kali, and razal.
This just in: Eowyn and Eomer’s names actually start with the letter “L.” [source for other nerds]
#wait so they have hobbitish names and common names?
No, they have Westron names and English names.
What you’ve got to understand is that everything Tolkien wrote was him pretending to merely translate ancient documents. He was writing as if the Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings were actually been written by Bilbo, Frodo, and Sam (or Bilba, Maura, and Ban) and he was just some random contemporary academic translating it all into English for us.
There are many languages in his books, but generally speaking, everything written in English in the books is a translation of the language “Westron.” Therefore any names that come from Westron, he translated. Names coming from other languages, like Sindarin, he left as they were. Why? IDK. Maybe because the stories are from a hobbit perspective and hobbits speak Westron, so he wanted the Westron parts to sound familiar and the other languages/names to remain foreign?
“But Mirkwoodest!” you cry, “The word ‘hobbit’ isn’t an English word! And the names Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck” all sounds super weird and not like English at all!”
Psych! They are in English! (Or Old English, German, or Norse.) Once again you underestimate what a nerd Tolkien was. Let me break it down:
In Westron, hobbits are actually called “kuduk,” which means “hole-dweller,” so for an English translation, Tolkien called them “hobbits” which is a modernization of the Old English word “holbytla” which comes from “Hol” (hole) and “Bytla”(builder).
“Maura” is a Westron name which means “Wise.” Weirdly enough, “Frodo” is an actual Proto-Germanic name that actual people used to have and it means the same thing.
“Banazîr” is Westron for “half-wise, or simple.” In Proto Germanic, the prefix “Sam” means half, and wise is obviously a word we still use.
“Razanur” means “Traveler” or “Stranger” which is also the meaning of the word “Peregrin(e)” This one is a twofer because “Razar” means “a small red apple” and in English so does “Pippin.”
“Kalimac” apparently is a meaningless name in Westron, but the shortened form “Kali” means “happy,” so Jirt decided his nickname would be “Merry” and chose the really obscure ancient Celtic name “Meriodoc” to match.
Jirt chose to leave “Bilba” almost exactly the same in English, but he changed the ending to an “O” because in Westron names ending in “a” are masculine.
I’m not going to go on and talk about the last names but those all have special meanings too (except Tûk, which is too iconic to change more than the spelling of, apparently).
The Rohirrim were also Westron speakers first and foremost, so their names are also “translations” into Old English and Proto-Germanic words, i.e. “Eowyn” is a combination of “Eoh” (horse) and “Wynn” (joy/bliss).
“Rohirrim/Rohan” are Sindarin words, but in the books, they call themselves the “Éothéod” which is an Old English/Norse combo that means “horse people.” Tolkien tells us in the “Peoples of Middle Earth” that the actual Westron for “Éothéod” is Lohtûr, which means that Eowyn and Eomer’s names, which come from the same root word, must also start with the letter L.
The names of all the elves, dwarves, Dunedain, and men from Gondor are not English translations, since they come from root words other than Westron.
The takeaway from this is that when a guy whose first real job was researching the history and etymology of words of Germanic origin beginning with the letter “W” writes a book, you can expect this kind of tomfoolery.
Notes: Sorry I said “Razal” instead of “Razar” in my original post I’m a fraud.
Further Reading:
Rohirric , Westron
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Tolkien was the most extra son of a bitch my goodness
This is why C.S. Lewis wanted to punch Tolkien in the face sometimes.
In the great hierarchy of nerds, Tolkien remains at the very top.
No one can top Tolkien.
pretend? pretend to translate????
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When he was young, Legolas tried to raise a baby spider in his room. Obviously, the spider had none of it and would roam where it wished to. It however understood Legolas was a source of free food. Unfortunately, the spider had to be released to the wild because servants were scared of the Prince's strange dog.
—The Book of Very Lost Tales: Raising a Child in Mirkwood, written by Thranduil Oropherion, edited by Galion.
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hello all,
my account was returned to me after an unjust deletion.
To those that ponder the happenings in the life of this lonely blogger, further to those that find wonder in the answers that follow such ponderings:
Last year this blogger finally earned their degrees in Environmental Science, Outdoor Adventure Leadership, and Interdisciplinary Studies. It was an achievement that felt like it had been a long time coming once it had been won. Within the preceding months, I had discovered an Autism diagnosis; another event with a similar feel as described before, "a long time coming." A description found truly most befitting for this discovery could be summed up in the term bittersweet.
It was an answer, a call to reason, a "why things had been." Within it I had a way to learn and unlearn accountability for experiencing social hardships and the undue trauma which followed every expectation placed upon me by souls that had passed through my life. Family and friendships lost, deadlines pushed, and communities found with the attempt to foster a support system. Every interest special or otherwise adopted to build a concrete understanding of my personality, followed by every friend-group ostracization once I longer fit the mold assigned to me under their subscription to social hierarchy.
The path to now has been long and lonely, yet as it goes on I will pluck prettier flowers to add to my collection. Although some may whither, or fall from my cradling clutch, I have come to understand that things will be as they must. I no longer define my achievements by the size of my bouquet. Lost sleep does not bring beautiful flowers back to life. Not all flowers are annual, but perennials are just as valuable. As lengthy as this analogy has been, I have long found solace in nature and in sharing my reclaimed ancestral lessons of Ásatrú and in Old Norse culture. This community has brought about the sense of family lost to me long ago, I have found more permanence and stability in you jovial lot than anywhere else.
I send a thanks to those who have patience for my ramblings, and have followed my blog. Whether it was the content or the creator that peaked your interests.
John Bauer, illustration for Princess Tuvstarr, 1914.