... Soooo i decided to blog as I read the Silmarillion. And should probably apologise in advance for what you may all soon read...
Day One:
OKAY SO I JUST STARTED THE SLIM
AND HOLY SHIT IS IT MORE INTERESTING THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!?
Melkor reminds me of a hyena in the shadows babbling away to himself and stealing the scraps of food from the table...
The Ainulindalë: an early morning bumble about the mists of time:
OKAY SO , the first thing that struck me straaiight down was firstly how Tolkien managed to get that Biblical candence down for when he wrote the Ainulindalë. The rhythm and almost reverential and descriptive way he wrote this first chapter made me feel like I was hunched over a desk in Imaldris pouring over old texts under the light of the moon and candles. Just... His descriptions of the characters were so beautiful and the worldbuilding! THE WORLD BUILDING! LISTEN UP FOLKS, THAT WAS SOME BRILLLAINT Writing.
@silvanhick and i were talking about how both Tolkien and C. S(taples). Lewis started off with their world building by having the World being sung into existence is both(excluding the Polar Bear incident) the height of friendship
and an interesting choice on both their parts.. I truly wonder if they both sat down one night and over a pot of tea were like.. So.. What happens if the world was sung into existence? And then they took that idea and just ran with it in diffwrent directions... I wonder why there was an attraction to music..
Besides the fact that I'm now imaginings what Liam Neeson( i don't know how to spell) sounds like singing, i could see all the colours and mists mingling under the vast expanse of the stars...
Alssso.. On a less in awe note, this is the first time in like 8 years that I'm trying to read the Silm again... I won't lie, reading Tolkiens style of writing is sometimes extremely difficult for me. Buuut the hyperfixation has since kicked in and I'm determined to read about the Fall of Numenor.
ONE MORE THING!
That the Elves believe that the valar can still be heard in the wind, water and rain and in the grass as the wind rustles through is an interesting thought.
Anyways, so ends the Ainulindalë.