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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) dir. Peter Jackson

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I imagine when little Tyelpe was scared he wouldnât run to his parents. Instead, he'd run into Uncle Celegormâs room and crawl into Huanâs giant dog bed to snuggle with Huan, THE REAL protector of the household.
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This has been my main argument against "AI" from the very beginning.
OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.
And worse, they're trying to destroy the free sources that they stole from. It's destruction of human knowledge on an unprecedented scale. The burning of the library of Alexandria has nothing on this.
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The last flower
"Manwë bade Yavanna and Nienna to put forth all their powers of growth and healing; and they put forth all their powers upon the Trees. But the tears of Nienna availed not to heal their mortal wounds; and for a long while Yavanna sang alone in the shadows. Yet even as hope failed and her song faltered, Telperion bore at last upon a leafless bough one great flower of silver, and Laurelin a single fruit of gold.
These Yavanna took; and then the Trees died, and their lifeless stems stand yet in Valinor, a memorial of vanished joy. But the flower and the fruit Yavanna gave to Aulë, and Manwë hallowed them, and Aulë and his people made vessels to hold them and preserve their radiance: as is said in the Narsilion, the Song of the Sun and Moon."
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, chapter 13, "Of The Sun and Moon and The Hiding of Valinor
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The worst person you could ever meet in your lifetime still has a favorite breakfast cereal.
I knew a rapist who was an absolute ride-or-die friend to his gamer bros. Like, give the last dollar from his pocket to a friend who got a flat tire, and then turn around and go rape a Freshman that evening.
I knew a vicious child abuser who wept like a baby when her dog died.
The nastiest human being on the planet nevertheless feels obscurely melancholy sometimes, or has high spirits when they step out doors on the first warm day of spring, or has opinions on their favorite TV show and which side the toilet paper should hang on and whether or not the room should be cold or warm when you go to sleep.
We're all still just people. Complex, with fully-realized interior worlds.
None of that will save you from becoming a monster, if you decide to do monstrous things.
None of it makes you exempt from the consequences of monstrosity.
I just found out people ship Mairon & Melkor???
I have no idea how to feel about this now that I have this information, I thought their relationship was purely obsequious and I might need to find more information or read The Silmarillion to find out what the dynamic is
It's the Big Bad and his most loyal henchman. What's not to ship?? :D
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For the record, my strong personal interpretation of Varda is that sheâs absolutely the Valarâs nuclear option. That the reason that sheâs mostly shiny-light lady and itâs Tulkas who does most of the Morgoth-beating-up in the wars within Arda after itâs begun to take form, is because of collateral.
The Valaquenta says, âOut of the deeps of EĂ€ she came to the aid of ManwĂ«, for Melkor she knew from before the making of the Music and rejected him, and he hated her, and feared her more than all the others whom Eru made.â
Which seems a little weird when you look at the narrative we have where all she ever seems to uniquely do is make things holy and light stars.
Except. Of course.
That âlightâ is energy. Both literally in the sense of physics, and metaphysically in the world of the books. And Varda is the queen and creatrix of light and of the stars. Now itâs one thing for her to fight flat out in the very early days of EĂ€ and of Arda, before much is shaped: thereâs also not much to be collateral damage. We donât know much about those wars, because the Valar wouldnât talk about them, but what we do know in the AinulindalĂ« goes like this:
Thus began the first battle of the Valar with Melkor for the dominion of Arda; and of those tumults the Elves know but little. For what has here been declared is come from the Valar themselves, with whom the Edalië spoke in the land of Valinor, and by whom they were instructed; but little would the Valar ever tell of the wars before the coming of the Elves. Yet it is told among the Eldar that the Valar endeavoured ever, in despite of Melkor, to rule the Earth and prepare it for the coming of the Firstborn; and they built lands and Melkor destroyed them; valleys they delved and Melkor raised them up; mountains they carved and Melkor threw them down; seas they hollowed and Melkor spilled them; and naught might have peace or come to lasting growth, for as surely as the Valar began a labour so would Melkor undo it or corrupt it.
The problem the Valar have is that theyâre trying to make a fucking world here.
In fact at the very beginning of the Quenta Silmarillion, weâre told that basically Melkor was winning until Tulkas showed up, but the thing to think about is that for Melkor the âwin conditionâ was literally just âfuck everyone elseâs shit up.â For the Valar the win condition was âmanage to make, you know, a firmament and get some natural laws into fruition and maybe get some shit to grow alreadyâ.
So let us imagine for a moment that Varda is, indeed, as the text tells us, scary enough that Melkor hates and fears her more than anything else Eru has ever made. Why are they getting fucked until Tulkas shows up?
Weirdly I suspect itâs because Tulkas is literally better at wearing fĂĄna, at being incarnate and moving through the universe. When Varda and Melkor fight, weâre talking comets striking and volcanoes exploding and while Melkor doesnât win, it also fucks up all of what the Valar are actually trying to do.
When Tulkas and Melkor fight it involves Tulkas throwing Melkorâs embodied shape all around the landscape and sure maybe it raises a small mountain-range or so but the thing about it is that Tulkas is still better at being in a body than Melkor is and also Tulkas is having fun. So itâs like wrestling with a pig, from Melkorâs pov.
Tulkas is the least powerful of the Valar, but he also appears to be the most, well, like a person. He likes fighting and feasting and given heâs married to Nessa Everyoung he probably likes fucking too, and also dancing, and heâs ridiculously helpful, but heâs very, very embodied. Ironically for someone who wasnât going to come to EĂ€ in the first place, he is better at being incarnate in EĂ€ than anyone else is! And if he can find you and attack you, you probably have to fight him.
And heâs really, really good at fighting.
(Itâs also quite possible that by the time Tulkas showed up, Melkor was getting tired of fighting a war of ten-on-one. There is also endless indicators that Ainur do get tired; that they use up their immediately available energy and at the very least need to rest and recharge, and that was sort of the last straw.)
But Varda remains, in effect, their nuclear option and that adjective is used very deliberately: dropping a nuke might indeed win you a war! Dropping a big enough nuke might win you a war even if the other side also has nukes.
 ⊠but then you have to deal with the fact that youâve dropped that nuke. And the Valar care - they really really care - about collateral, especially to their own actions. But the reason he hates Varda so much is that in the end if she does start using her full power, if the Queen of the Stars fights full bore, heâs gonna lose.
Vardaâs difficulty isnât so much a matter of power. Her difficulty is finding ways to use it that donât burn everything she loves out into ashes, because being the Ainu embodiment of energy is a Tricky Balancing Act, Really.
(This is why she made the Sickle and stuck it over his head. In the very end: sheâll be coming. She hasnât gone away. She hasnât surrendered. Right now, for whatever value of right now it is that is going on, itâs not worth carpet bombing the entire earth with every star that is hers swinging around up there. But just because she doesnât, doesnât mean she wonât ever, and sure doesnât mean she canât.)
Absolutely fascinating, especially âlike wrestling with a pigâ (snrk) and the symbolic purpose of the Sickle of the Valar. That constellationâs name had always bugged me, but recognizing it as a sign of the doom of Morgoth (and his followers and imitators) brings it into proper focus.
Tangentially, I think that the entire legendarium can be read partly as the Valar grappling with physicality and temporality while trying desperately not to harm the tiny, delicate, evanescent beings placed in their careâbut harming them anyway because they donât know how not toâalthough they learn. They make mistakes; they overcorrect for those mistakes; they make different mistakes; and so on.
Iâm struck by the entirely counter-canonical idea of Varda staring in horror at the wreckage of NĂșmenor and taking some very, very deep breaths in order not to break down completely because what the fuck Iluvatar? Did you seriously think when we asked you for help that it was because this option just hadnât occurred to us? This is exactly what we (I) have been trying (fighting. sacrificing.) to avoid all this time.
The thing is - well, actually, thereâs two things.
One is that I donât think they asked Eru for help. I donât think thatâs what the resignation of the Regency of Arda was, right.
That was an admission by all of them that they didnât know what to do, and everything they could think of to do was Wrong; it was a surrender. And despite what Elendil tends to use as his frame in AkallabĂȘth, it is not at all clear that what Eru did in the intervention was primarily about punishing NĂșmenor.
Because Sauron had managed to pull off the perfect fuckery against his siblings, right. Thatâs why he âsurrenderedâ to PharazĂŽn to start with. Itâs not like he could just sail to NĂșmenor personally and deal with these fucking assholes who kept screwing with all of his plans. Heâd sort of thought that maybe once they stopped being friends and allies with the Quendi they werenât a problem anymore - Gil-galad wasnât going to be suddenly pulling a new fucking army out of his asshole to rescue himself, because NĂșmenor wasnât talking to him anymore.
Except then. Then. Then these fuckers just go into empire building and colonizing on their own! They become a straight up rival! Sure they stop being the Eldarin ace in the hole of âfuck off with this whole empire thingâ and shite but they just start being their own conquering empire and are now competing with him directly for control over Middle-earth!
But he canât just ⊠.SAIL OVER THERE because the Ocean Is Still Bad, right. The Ocean means dealing with Ulmo and OssĂ« and Uinen and crucially Ulmo is 100% the Vala that just fucking interferes when he thinks he can get away with it and feels like itâs worth it and so sure maybe ManwĂ«âs said âweâre not dealing with Sauron directly because at this point Arda really canât take any more fuckery of Ainu-fighting-Ainu level anymoreâ, and maybe even Ulmo agreed when they had their meeting ⊠.
⊠but if Sauron just like, gets on a boat and tries to go fuck with their special pet island, he is pretty damn sure Ulmoâs going to smack him out of existence and then go âwho, me?â when Mandos goes what the fuck, AGAIN????
He did, after all, turn that fucking LĂșthienâs fucking granddaughter into a bird and then just expect nobody to do anything about it, right.
But now. Now this pissant little Melianling king is going to take Sauron home with him. Ulmo is not going to do anything that puts one of Melianâs little fuckbabies at risk, any of LĂșthienâs extremely irritating little spawn. So this idiot takes Sauron allll the way to NĂșmenor by himself!
And now!
Now.
Now Sauron can set up the best thing ever, where he gets to both wreck his rival empire (both literally and spiritually) and set up an endless shit-fest for his sibs.
Because like letâs be real: PharazĂŽnâs fleet was no real threat to Aman. Tol EressĂ«a is populated by the survivors of the first war with Melkor, and the only nation of Quendi in Aman who didnât directly fight in the War of Wrath were the Teleri. In terms of pure military force, before you even talk about the Ainur there, PharazĂŽnâs army is going to hit the shores and immediately start getting burned out by the fact that thereâs just too much power there, and then also hit entire armies of really angry Eldar, Noldor and Vanyar who actually know the terrain.
Or, you know, Aulë himself could just open a chasm under them and close it up again.
But that doesnât matter, because what Sauronâs doing isnât trying to conquer Aman by sending PharazĂŽn there. What heâs doing is delightedly using LĂșthienâs descendants to force the Valar into the position of having to either use the Quendi to kill the NĂșmenĂłreans heâs deceived, or do it themselvesâŠ.
âŠ..and then do it with the next wave.
Because PharazĂŽnâs fleet isnât going to succeed, but it is going to get wiped out. And from the point of view of the surviving civilians left behind (carefully shepherded by Sauron himself) thatâs going to be the Murder of our People by the Terrible Vengeful Demons of Aman, and he knows enough about humans by now to know that if you raise them believing that, you can build up the next wave of an attempt to attack the gods. It doesnât matter that the first one failed, you see - itâs that the first one tried it and there was something to fight.
And the next one. And the next one ⊠.
Sauron is setting up an eternal actual war: the Valar are either going to have to break their hands off declaration and come get him directly (and he knows theyâre not going to do that because that fight risks breaking all of Arda - all of millions and millions of people who have no part in this yet, even); or theyâre going to have to turn the Quendi of Aman into their bloody-handed enforcers (eventually meaning that he has created a world where Eruâs two Children are eternally in direct war, because fuck knows Quendi arenât above developing fixed hatreds, and do that long enough they will!); or theyâre going to have to kill wave after wave after wave of one of Eruâs Children themselves.
Itâs fantastic. Thereâs no win condition here.
And heâs right!
He just ⊠isnât the kind of mind who would expect that what this would lead the Valar to do is to admit that theyâve failed. That they canât find the option that avoids this. That they donât know a way out and all three of those choices are horror, we have failed you, father, and are no longer worthy guardians for the creation we shaped; we have failed to stand in your stead.
Which is what I think that resignation is.
The other thing is ⊠. gonna be real with you: NĂșmenor is not the world, and the cost of most of one (1) islandâs population to completely remove the possibility of this threat being real again isnât actually more than the wholesale destruction of a continent, and the death of nearly everything on it (after all, the Valar and their Maiar have more to love in Arda than just the Eruhini and at most, they managed to save more or less most of the Eldar and Edain from the Drowning of Beleriand - not the plants and animals and insects and trees and everything else); the devastation of a tiny spit of land that was home to what was, by that point, a poisonous malignant force for terror, suffering and death among its fellow Atani ⊠.well.
And the thing is what Eru did was more or less akin to what they did, wrecking Beleriand to save the rest of the world, because the actual point of Eruâs intervention was the physical reshaping of Arda without destabilizing and destroying it. For the cost of that one rotten island, Eru rewrote how space, time and reality worked so that it was not possible for Atani to get to Aman. It was no longer possible for the Valar as Regents of Arda to be put into the position of having to choose between destroying Arda or being at active eternal war with one group of Eruâs Children.
Could Eru have done that in a way that did not actually cause that harm? Honestly I donât think so. The actual text makes it pretty clear that Eru is not actually all-powerful - Eru is framed as far far wiser, more powerful, more, than the Ainur, Eru is framed as the source and font of actual [life], as the Creator; and Eru is framed as being much better at all of this, in the claim that with the Third Theme no matter what fuckery Melkor and his ilk have pulled it will eventually be brought around to a full and good end.
But Eru didnât shape Arda; Eru put the spark of [life], of its possibility, the power of being alive into it, Eru carved out space in the wide Universe that would be EĂ€ where the blueprints of the music, so to speak, could then be acted on by the Ainur; but thereâs nothing actually in the text that claims omnipotence.
Eru is more powerful. Eru has what the Valar did not, which was a way to reshape Arda to remove this threat without simply destroying it, leaving it to pull itself apart. And Eru did so, and honestly given that it cost an entire fucking continent to get into Angband and drag Melkor back out, one (1) little island isnât ⊠a lot.
Do I think Varda grieved it? Absolutely. Do I think she would have wished that there was a way to do it without even that cost, for the hope that even this little now-poisoned island of people could ⊠figure their shit out and throw off her shitty little siblingâs bullshit? Totally.
It will absolutely be just one more piece of Niennaâs eternal agony of grief for everything their worst sibling has done, since they even started with this creation.
But I donât think, for what it did and for what it was averting, that it counts anywhere near to the scale of what her restraint seeks to avoid. NĂșmenor died, but in its dying millions of Atani were actually liberated from a really hideous yoke of enslavement; and in the changing of the world, this threat can never happen again; and for that matter in this, Sauron himself is reduced sufficiently that it may be possible to get the fucking fuck rid of him, and then watch and try to guide and wait for the working-through and reweaving of the damage of Melkorâs themes by the Atani - however heartbreaking some of that may be - play through on their scale, a scale that does not threaten to break reality, whatever else it does.
And I donât think thatâs a bad alternative to the moment that they faced otherwise and the knowledge that in that moment there was nothing they could do, no course they could take, that wasnât setting in motion even more evil spinning itself out forever.
I think in a lot of ways, if anything, NĂșmenorâs destruction was the price for saving Varda from actually having to hit the point, eventually, of â ⊠.you know what, fine: it isnât worth preserving this anymore, even after we shoved the fucker into the Void his little disciple has still dragged us to the point that there is nothing left of what we sang of this world except his works, so weâre done.â
MMV. But while our texts are so frequently from a NĂșmenĂłrean point of view (either them, or their descendant cultures who cling very hard to the identity) that NĂșmenor takes on a disproportionate sense of being the centre of the world, when it comes down to it: NĂșmenor was a very little island, and by the time it fell it had already been a cancer on the face of humanity for quite some time. Its not a lot to trade for The World, when you rank it up against a continent, or against having to kill your metaphysical little siblings - the ones you were supposed to be saving - forever, or let their other siblings do it.
my favorite thing about anakin as a character is the inherent nuance lucas wrote into his story, like he's neither an innocent victim nor an inherently evil monster, he's just some guy put in a series of Situations and ultimately failing the test of his humility and self-control. he was certainly flattered and shaped by the devil, spiraling into something unrecognizable, but he chose to take every step down the pathway to hell. lucas knew he would lose a certain demographic by making him basically a greedy pawn in the larger story, not a righteous betrayed macho badass, but he did it anyway. he made him an awkward romantic and a loyal friend, a generous boy and a brilliant teen. he made sure he had all the positive qualities that meant that he had potential to be so much more than vader, but it was clearly his choice to lie, murder, and fully squander that potential. there are no excuses for what he became, no acceptable reasons to commit mass slaughter. he became an unbelievably selfish and impatient man, reckless and wantonly violent. hayden captured that nuance so well, nobody can match the sweetness of his smile and the absolute horror of his scowl on mustafar. to view him through a single lens as either pure victim of manipulation and (canonically unsupported) emotional neglect, or a creepy evil villain, denies the heart of his story and the weight of his tragedy. he's neither an angel nor a demon, he's both and neither, he's deeply human, a classical tragic hero with a flaw of greed. lucas made a choice with the prequels to tell a story that not everyone wanted to hear, and the result was a character that i think is one of the best of modern pop culture, mostly because he feels to me so very, very ancient and eternal.
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âMy eyes are silver like Attoâs too.â Finrod froze.
Curufin closed his eyes briefly, like a man greeting fate.
Celebrimbor crawled out from under the tablecloth, clutching a pastry like treasure, and leaned against his fatherâs knees.
Curufin did not look at him. âHow long have you been here?âÂ
âSince Lord Finrod said he would perish happily in your eyes.â Celebrimbor turned his full attention to Finrod. âAre my eyes fatal like Attoâs? Do you also want to perish in them?â
Finrod made a sound usually associated with mortal injury.
âWell,â he managed carefully, âyour eyes are very lovely. Which is considerably better than fatal.â Celebrimbor considered this. âBecause I am small?â
âYes.â
He accepted the answer as reasonable.
Then he narrowed his eyes slightly. âWhere are the gardens of love?â
Finrod nearly dropped his goblet. âThe what?â
âYou said you wished to walk there with Atto.â
Finrod nearly walked directly off the balcony.
Curufinâs shoulders shook onceâlaughter betrayed but contained.
Finrod visibly reconsidered his entire existence. âDid I say that?â
âYes,â Celebrimbor replied. âWhat happens in the gardens of love?â
âFlowers bloom,â Finrod said immediately.
âCan I go there too?â
Finrod opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
âWell,â he said weakly, âperhaps when you are considerably older.â
âHow much older?â
âAncient,â Curufin intervened, finally taking pity on him. âTyelpĂ«rinquar, listening behind furniture is not proper behavior for a prince.â
Celebrimbor looked genuinely puzzled. âBut you are a prince, and you do that all the time.â
Finrod choked on his wine.
âWhat I do is entirely different,â Curufin said immediately.
âWhy?â
âIt is diplomacy.â
âUncle Nelyo said it is eavesdropping!â
Finrod pressed a hand to his mouth, shoulders shaking.
Curufin went very still for a glorious second, then sighed.
âEnough interrogation. Your nursemaid is waiting.â
Celebrimbor ignored him entirely and turned back to Finrod. âIs your mother really Telerin?â
âShe is.â
âThe real kind?â
âThe extremely real kind.â
âCan she breathe underwater?â
âOnly when dramatically motivated.â
âCan she speak to fish?â
âOnly the polite ones.â
âCan you?â
âNot really. I am only half-qualified.â
Curufin muttered, âIngoldo,â
âWhat?â Finrod said brightly. âHe is enjoying cultural exchange.â
âIs it true,â Celebrimbor gasped, âwhat Ereinion said? Can you fight sea monsters with your bare hands?â
Finrod leaned in confidentially. âConstantly. They fear me.â
Celebrimbor looked enchanted, as though hearing the greatest saga in Elven history.
Curufin finally stood, rescuing what remained of the conversation. âThis audience is concluded. Bed.â
âBut Attoââ
âBed. Now.â
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