#gone forever

[oldschoolgentleman62]

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

I’m once again seeing some posts talking about the Rohirrim’s reliance on an oral tradition (stories, songs, poems) for the preservation and transmission of history as though that means they have a very limited view of world events or even the history of their own ancestors. That’s a view both in fandom discussion — presenting the Rohirrim as naive to the world with little sense of the flow of broader events through Middle Earth, in contrast to the highly literate Rivendell or Minas Tirith with their vast libraries of lore and historical accounts — and in the text — Aragorn calling the Rohirrim “unlearned” because they don’t write books and suggesting that the raising of the house of Eorl is “but a memory of song, and the years before are lost in the mist of time” to Rohan. And I just have never vibed with that take.

Most importantly, I don’t really see much evidence for it. In fact, I see evidence against it in other parts of the text. The appendices tell us that Rohan still has songs “that remember the North,” i.e., the days before Rohan’s founding when Eorl wasn’t even yet a glimmer in anyone’s eye. Also, Éomer and Éowyn gift Merry with the horn of Fram, an artifact of those Northern days that is still in their physical possession with all the attendant understanding of what it was, who it belonged to, and what its story meant. And if they remember the North, there’s no reason to think they don’t remember things just as far back as the descendants of Númenor do. Yes, you can find the little line buried in HoME that says “the native traditions of the Rohirrim preserved no memories of the ancient war in Beleriand,” but that doesn’t prove anything except that the ancestors of the Rohirrim never lived in Beleriand (which we already knew!) and therefore they obviously wouldn’t have any recollections of its wars to pass on. But that doesn’t then mean they’re ignorant of anything that happened during that era. Their histories just have a different frame and a primary focus on events that were more relevant to them.

Every so often there’s a post that floats around here talking about how Aboriginal communities in Australia still have oral traditions in circulation that may reference known geologic or environmental events from thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago. It’s not impossible to believe that entrusting a story to fellow humans, to pass down from one generation to the next and the next, is at least as enduring a method as writing it down. Books are lost all the time — to fire, flooding, warfare, whatever. In modern times, some tech company that hosts irreplaceable writing can just wipe it, and it’ll effectively vanish from history. How much of what was written down in ancient times actually survived to us today? How much of what we’re writing today will still exist for humans thousands of years from now? Who knows. But if there are still humans thousands of years in the future, they could still be telling one another the stories that they heard from their elders, particularly if their culture makes an intentional practice of it. I don’t find that all that hard to believe, in the real world or a fictional one.

[the-final-lullaby]

Fashion has died and yet I am still here

[genesisisqueer]

THEY KILLED MY SNAKE I MISS THEM ALREADY

[brightvelvet]

I'm going through season 1 of Rings of Power again before I start watching season 2. There's so much to talk about, but what I want to talk about here is Halbrand. Specifically, Halbrand and what he meant to Galadriel. **NOT WRITTEN WITH HALADRIEL IN MIND**.

For one, looking at interactions, these two don't feel like friends. There's no casual exchange of friendly words or touches. Galadriel looks at Halbrand and sees so many things. He's rough around the edges and wary, handsome if grody, and too clever. His goodness wasn't apparent from the get-go, and it appeals so well to Galadriel's own seeming struggle with darkness. They're equals, but Galadriel's watching Halbrand to see what he does as much as he's evaluating her.

Galadriel wasn't being wise or powerful when she kept coming back to Halbrand and his potential royal bloodline. To be clear, she doesn't trust anyone. She can only go to him because he won't care enough to use her and he's too kind to say no. Most importantly, she recognizes his type, someone she doesn't want to leave by their lonesome. Maybe it was selfish of her, to keep dragging Halbrand into her journey, but I don't think so. Halbrand was a cracked reflection of her flaws and strengths, and so she treats him not like any friend or ally. She treats him like he's cut from the same cloth as her, like he's a mirror of herself. She pushed him like she wished someone would push her. Unfortunately, we know that Halbrand was incredibly receptive to this.

For two, Halbrand's reciprocation to her actions just enflames their strange, intimate dynamic. Galadriel pushes hard, asking more and more of Halbrand and it seems harsh from the outside. Yet Halbrand stays with her step by step, taking in her commands and demands. Galadriel pushes so much of her own expectations on him and when she thinks of him the words -thank you- must surface. She realizes how tired she is of carrying everyone's expectations alone. Her gratefulness and guilt for him sharing her burden are what finally manifest Halbrand as that mythical King in her mind. Not his silver tongue or Southland's crest. They speak the same language, 'favors' as a weak cover for the fact that they are too loyal to ever refuse the other. She meets him at the bow of the ship and acknowledges this attachment. It becomes something she holds close to her chest in the absence of anything else. Not love, but some type of dream fantasy/fulfillment where Galadriel doesn't have to fight alone.

For three, Galadriel watches Halbrand fight the orcs and it cements something in place. Galadriel appreciated Halbrand before, was grateful and saw good qualities, but here we see that she genuinely doesn't want to let him go. She was never interested in redeeming his bloodline, not really. The 'bloodline right' was to convince other people of her cause and his glory. She never needed a material reason to want better for him. But now it sets a line between them. He was her equal when he was a low man but now he is a King and he has other obligations. It threatens to drag him from her, and I mean drag because he's demonstrated on a few occasions that he's just as attached, and she's conflicted. Maybe some part of her wants to grab him and run. It's not simple, what she feels for him. It's not simple what his person does for her. And the thing is, she knows what the correct course of action is. He looks noble, acts noble, and hundreds of Southlanders need him. He would be the King they were Promised. So she begins to let him go in her mind, loosen her dream from her heart, because she won't keep him. He'll become one of her ideals (like Elrond, like her husband, like her brother) and she'll remember their time together as bittersweet.

In the end, Sauron grows impatient of Halbrand.

Her dream dies when Halbrand eventually asks for the one thing Galadriel wouldn't give.

Halbrand himself dies a dishonorable, screaming death. His pupils shrink to slits, his eyes shot through with red. His teeth become ungainly and sharp. His skin turns grey and darkens with visible veins.

Galadriel turns her blade against him.

She'd looked up to him on his mortal, Kingly pedestal. She'd envied him, been so proud, and wanted to steal him away. And in the wake of his utter betrayal, she has to try and think past the flames.

Halbrand's dead, even if he never existed in the first place. She can't mourn him, for so many reasons, and she must immediately get ready for battle because her massive fuck-up could cost the lives of everyone she loves.

Halbrand's ghost will haunt her though, and I'm sure not just in the form of her worst nightmare come to life.

[dao-the-starlight]

out of curiosity what do you guys think would happen if elio like. lost his hat or something

[sillyrabbot]

R.I.P Doja Cat she’s gone from us forever

[rain-114]

I need to confess this somewhere.

Horrific news: I lost my Ticci Toby keychain when I was out at uni today. Am devastated. RIP 4ever Toby 😔