((I have been forcibly removed from the couch and told we’re going to “do things” and “have fun” today.
I’m scared. What is that great glowing thing in the sky?! Where’s my quilt?! Help!!
talked with my cat breeder again and her next litter coming up is most likely gonna throw at least one ebony and i am VERY excited
Omg. If I wasn’t allergic.
Do you ever have those RP partners who you absolutely love and you just wait all day for them to get online and when you see they’ve replied to your thread you just get all happy and excited because they’re awesome but you don’t want to bother them with messages because you’re afraid you’ll come off as annoying
//now this i like. oh yes. multiple reincarnations whoooo!
((Right? Many lives, not just one, and at the end of all things men are just as wise and powerful as elves, but differently so because now they have lived nearly every variation on experience there is, not just the one life without ending. Can you imagine Turin as a hobbit? He was probably Bullroarer Took.
healerofimladris replied to your post “((So, I had an idea that is based on absolutely nothing canonical but…”
//…imagine..all the..confusion and pain because…a single person would like…have a hundred different mothers they’d probably want to see again…and..what if someone’s mother in one life became their son in the other…o___o Whoah. That IS cool!
((No, the idea would be that during their time in Mandos, any confusion and pain would be dealt with, worked with and worked through, healed as the Halls are meant to heal, so that all the lives you’ve lived just become part of the whole—and then at the end, when you wake up to all your lives again, it’s not so scary and terrible because you’ve done this before, you’ve made peace with it, and now you are legion in your soul.
But yes, you could encounter the same souls over and over again in different configurations—in fact, I think it would be likely to do so, especially if there was a problem with your relationship in one life. You’d get another chance in another.
(they would have to train their bodies up though to match those remembered skills so they dont wreck themselves) BUT THIS IS AWESOME AND I WANT A FIC ABOUT THIS PLEASE?
((I was thinking more of knowledge and wisdom than of purely physical skills, but yes, of course they would, ha! Maybe if I have time and inspiration together I’ll try to write something more about this.
"Then please, hear me when I say I have no wish to shatter that happiness. His, or yours."
The herald met her eyes steadily, face very serious. “I know you have no reason to give me your trust, and so I am not asking you to trust without reason. I know that I am not lying; you do not. It would be unfair for me to ask you to accept motivations you do not yet know.”
He considered the matter a little longer, weighing the risks he was willing to take. “But you have your gifts, do you not? If you wished it, readily I would allow you to see for yourself.”
At that, Berúthiel did snort, and shook her head, lips twisted wryly. “There is no proof you can offer me that I would readily accept,” she murmured, body held still and ready. “I can believe that you are lonely, and that you seek diversion. I can believe that perhaps you see, or want to see, some kindred soul in me— and in my Witch-King, too, perhaps. But I cannot believe—not now, perhaps not ever—that you would not take the chance for domination were it offered you. Even if your only desire was to offer us up as prize to one greater and so win favor, and not to be master yourself.”
She folded her arms across her chest, long nails digging into the skin of her palms as her hands clenched into fists. He could destroy her with ease if he chose and she could do nothing to defend herself—or little enough. But she had never been one to cringe and fawn.
"And step within your mind is something I will not do. As soon jump into the jaws of the crocodile and hope they do not snap shut upon you!” she said, laughing with no humor.
At least I’ve always been myself.
"As have I. Self, sometimes, can be a changing thing. I have always been myself, though that self has changed rather drastically over the long years of my life."
"I was trained all my life to be a princess and then to be a queen. To be some man’s wife. I was never taught to be—just a woman, alone in the world. The strength they tried to give me was the strength to manipulate and to hide behind a mask, not to stand straight and demand respect because of who I am inside—rather than the respect supposedly owed to my title. I’m certain you can understand, to a degree, Thranduil-king."
"I understand all too well. It is difficult to simply be Thranduil after being Prince, then Elvenking. Duties that come with having a title most often come before self. Yet even if you were never taught to simply be, it seems as though you have done well for yourself regardless of the failings of your teachers."
"You know, as I do, how a ruler is meant to exist only for his people, to serve their will and not his own. Now add to that the weight of knowing you exist only for the benefit of men, and you approach my experience. My teachers did not fail; they taught me exactly what they intended to teach. Everything else I am now, I taught myself—with the aid of others chance-met along the road, of course.”
Tolkien didn’t write too much about the Woodmen, although they exist on the periphery of several of his stories.
The Woodmen were originally descendants of members of the House of Beor and the House of Hador (though at the time it was known as the House of Marach) who settled in Mirkwood during their westward migration in the First Age. As such, they are related to the Edain, but didn’t actually have anything to do with Beleriand or Numenor. It’s hard to tell if the Woodmen were related to the Northmen of Rhovanion, or if they were actually all the same people who just happened to live in slightly different places (as in, the Wodmen were actually Northmen, but since they lived in Mirkwood instead of just to the east of it, they were called Woodmen.)
All that we really know about the Woodmen society is that they lived in western and central Mirkwood. As they lived primarily in the forest, they couldn’t have relied too much on farming (it’s possible that they traded with nearby agricultural communities to make up the difference in food supply.) Honestly, there isn’t much that’s “special” about the Woodmen in general.
Because of their location, though, the Woodmen sort of get dragged along by Mirkwood’s story in the Third Age. As Sauron’s presence in Dol Guldur grows, the lives of the Woodmen becomes more difficult (having to deal with orcs and spiders on a fairly regular basis.) Their people experienced a bit of a revival during the years after Sauron left Dol Guldur, though when the nazgul arrived in Dol Guldur only a few decades later, it’s likely much of this progress was halted.
After the War of the Ring, it seems like the Woodmen’s future is looking up: after the elves of Lorien and Mirkwood destroyed Dol Guldur and removed its evil presence from Mirkwood for good, the entire central portion of Mirkwood was given to the Woodmen and Beornings (the descendants of our friendly neighborhood skin changer, Beorn) to share. I can’t say anything about their earlier history, but to be given so much land (which was bordered directly on the north and south by the elvish realms of Thranduil and Celeborn), the Woodmen were either already on good terms with the elves, or they were about to be.
SOURCES: LOTR, LOTR Appendices, The Hobbit, The Histories of Middle Earth vol. 12 (“Of Dwarves and Men”)
((So, I had an idea that is based on absolutely nothing canonical but is still really cool (or I think it is) and yes.
You know how no one among the elves is really sure what happens to Men after they die? What if—what if they’re actually reincarnated? Not re-embodied like elves, but given entirely new lives which they start from the beginning as infants and live till the end, with no memory of their previous existence(s)?
Then in Mandos they get back all of the memories from their other lives and spend their time in the Halls synthesizing it all, making sense of who they are and who they’ve been—and then BOOP back into a new infant body to start over.
So at the very end of all things, when Dagor Dagorath comes around, we have these armies of Men who all of them wake up one morning knowing all of their past selves and past lives, and they are absolute badasses with centuries of experience and knowledge, diverse and wide-ranging.
And that’s the true Gift of Men. Not death, but hundreds of lives and hundreds of chances to learn and grow and evolve.
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