Further Desolation of Feels, Anyone?

Friendly reminder that Thorin is all alone in this collection of brothers because his own little brother, Frerin, died at the battle of Azanulbizar at the age of 48.

48.

For context, Fili is 82 and Kili is 77.

You may now go cry buckets of tears.

If you want me to make it worse, I can share my headcanons with you: namely, I believe that Kili resembles Frerin a great deal and that that is why Thorin is so protective of him, and that Frerin was killed by Azog trying to protect Thorin.

You may now go cry even more buckets of tears.

In Pace Chrsti,

Elyse

The Cast of DoS

Tomorrow, people. Tomorrow. I'm counting down the hours.

In Pace Christi,

Elyse

DoS Cast

100 Extra Geeky Points to whomever can name every single character and actor!!! XD

I win.

In Pace Christi,

Elyse

Fun With Dwarves

The comments:

| Martin Freeman at dwarf boot camp. He appears to be leading the workout. It appears Jed Brophy has no idea what he is doing. It appears Adam Brown isn't really trying at all. It appears they are all having the time of their lives.

|| look at how focused Richard is

In other news, Martin has a hard time getting on his pony:

And Aidan is laughing at him. XD

Also, Fili decides that he needs to keep an eye on his brother and so makes him hold hands while crossing the green-screen street:

There is already fanart of this, I assure you. I've seen it. It is adorable.

Oh, and bonus food fights in Rivendell! Lindir is not taking this well.

 

 

Let's zoom in on Lindir's face there...

 

 

Lindir's face is just the best thing ever.

 

 

 

 

As a bonus, here is something somebody noticed during the extended Goblin King scene:

 

| GUYS

 

| IS THAT

 

 

 





| Thorin being a precious uncle and comforting Kili?

 

 

 

 

| Yes it is!

 

Also note: look, Fili's finally there in the background! Although it really doesn't look much like Dean... Darn it, Dean! Why isn't there more of your Fili in AUJ?

 

I expect this situation to be rectified in DoS. I do. Work on it.

 

In Pace Christi,

 

Elyse

 

Boromir Speaks the Truth!

This has been scientifically proven to be impossible. Of course, it's cheese. Who can resist? Not even when the Auditors of Reality describe it as 'rotted bovine lactation' in Discworld does its appeal abate.

Praise cheese!

Furthermore:

In Boromir's world, nothing is simply done. Cue the song of, "It simply isn't done, it simply isn't doooone, it simply isn't done," from Cinderella 2.

I now must take one of my Gandalf minifigures and place it in the hallway. My main concern, however, is that someone will not notice him and step on him. My concern in such an occurrence, however incongruous, is for the harm that might befall LEGO Gandalf and not for the harm that might befall said careless person's foot, although I know firsthand how painful stepping on a small hard plastic object can be.

Fortunately, I have several LEGO Gandalfs.

Oh, yes. Most certainly, precious. I am so very happy when someone gets the joke I made. The other day in lab we were watching our compounds boil for an hour and a half. To alleviate the boredom, I randomly stated, "My bubbles." So happy to have that quote from Finding Nemo recognized and appreciated!

It's also good to have occasions in which to make fandom references! XD

Are they ever! XD Table manners and Elves are so last year. Wait... is that Ori holding a knife? Or is that Kili? Scary circumstance in either case. The silly boys... the precious noodles have obviously never been away from home before. Sometimes you think they still need their mother to look after them...

Cannot wait for the epic food fight and Bofur's song and dance in Rivendell!

If only we had more used bookstores around here. *sigh* The subject reminds me of a Terry Pratchett quote: "Used bookstores are just genteel black holes that know how to read." There's also the theory of L-space, but I shall not expound on that here. XD It's for your own sanity.

Beautiful illustration by Ted Nasmith. I don't always love the guy's Tolkien artwork, but this one is simply lovely. I also love the quote, spoken by Elrond at the Grey Havens in ROTK.

Speaking of which...

Where I found this picture, someone had commented: People hate Elrond?! My comment is along the lines of: How can you possibly hate Elrond? He's amazing, and for many reasons. Let's take a look.

If all you value about characters is their ability to kick butt, Elrond is no slouch in this department. Let's just peek at his genealogy, shall we? His mother's father's mother was a demigoddess (half-Maia, if you prefer.) His father is Earendil. Earendil killed SHELOB'S MOTHER, also known as Ungoliant, the monstrous spider Radagast refers to in TH:AUJ ("It's the spiders, Gandalf." "Spiders?" "Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant, or I am no wizard."). Earendil also killed the biggest dragon to ever live, Ancalagon the Black. And THEN Earendil became the Morning Star. And Earendil's family on both his father's and his mother's side is composed of pure awesomeness.

You see Gandalf's sword? That belonged to Elrond's great-grandfather, Turgon, King of Gondolin.

Now, if your beef with Elrond is the fact that he's 'mean' to Aragorn and Arwen, you obviously haven't read The Silmarillion. When Beren, a mortal man, wishes to marry Luthien, an Elven-Maia princess (yes, the demigoddess ancestress referred to earlier), her father, King Thingol, demanded that Beren steal a Silmaril as the bride-price. For a little context: the three Silmarils had been stolen by Morgoth, a.k.a., the Satan of Middle-earth, and he continually wore them on his crown so that no one would ever be able to recover them. Thingol basically signed Beren's death warrant in the most painful, humiliating way with that. (Of course, Beren, Luthien, and their talking dog go on to win a Silmaril and beat up Sauron himself, but whatever.)

Elrond, on the other hand, has been fostering the young chieftains of the Dunedain for generations. He treats Aragorn like a son; in fact, at one point in the LOTR Appendices, long before Aragorn and Arwen actually marry, he does call Aragorn 'my son'. When he learns Aragorn wishes to marry Arwen, all he basically says is that, "Go and prove that you are worthy enough to marry her by becoming King of Gondor and Arnor." Aragorn was already (mostly) the legal heir to both positions (it's a long story) and wanted to do this anyway. It wasn't a death sentence, just more of, "I want to make sure my daughter is taken care of properly when I leave."

I'm not sure why else people would have a problem with Elrond. Maybe they don't like his eyebrows. I dunno. Apparently, ugly people must be evil and his eyebrows give him a sinister appearance. To counteract that, I submit Elrond in armor.

Exhibit I:

Exhibit II:

 

I mean, really...

ELROND FOR THE WIN!!!

J. R. R. Tolkien is one of the least-appreciated Catholic philosophers, I sometimes think. His Catholicism is very much underappreciated. It needs to be spread and appreciated. Such greatness could have only come from the wealth of truth and beauty that is our Catholic faith.

In Pace Christi,

Elyse

Has Anyone Noticed Thor's Hair?

Oh, and credits to the lovely Natsu at Inside A Camo Bag for the pretty pictures! Now, on to the observations:

(1) Thor's hair is longer. No surprise there. It's been getting longer every movie he's in.

(2) He's pulling it back now. Smart move, Thor. It'll help keep it out of the way during a fight.

(3) Look. Look closely at his hair. Look at Odin's, too. Behind their ears. They're wearing braids. Braids in their hair. Were they wearing these in Thor? Because I don't remember this detail.

I can only come to one conclusion...

DWARF HAIRSTYLES ARE SPREADING THROUGHOUT THE GALAXIES!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!! SOON BRAIDED HAIR, MOUSTACHES, AND BEARDS SHALL BE THE FASHION EVERYWHERE! AHAHAHAHA!

For reference:

Obviously not my art. It's done by the wonderful EM-MIKA on Deviantart. *fiddles with Blogger* Ah, looks like I have the link working. I always want to give credit. It's like waving and holding up a big honking sign: "These people do great pictures! Go check them out!"

Because it's way better art than I could ever do. And they mostly do it on computers, too. *marvels* I just use colored pencils. Much more accurate than I could ever be with a mousepad... gah.

Although I did draw three pictures yesterday. It was quite a burst of creativity on my part. Haven't done anything in forever. But I felt like drawing Dragons again, so draw Dragons I did. Lahar Dragons, though, not gwamar - ah, oops, sorry. That wasn't English. I meant the Dragons weren't in full Dragon form, but rather in their human-like form. My Dragons in my stories shapeshift. Makes more sense to me. I'm all about stuff making sense.

Anyway.

THE DWARVES SHALL RULE THE GALAXY!!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!!

In Pace Christi,

Elyse

Fun With LEGOs And A Camera

As we all know, Thorin Oakenshield has no sense of direction. He lost his way in the Shire - twice. And while he will admit this fact, he will absolutely refuse, like any good man, to ask for directions.

 

Having accepted this fact, Balin and Bilbo, who are heartily sick and tired of wandering around the edges of Mirkwood, have prevailed upon Thorin to finally take a look at that map that Gandalf gave him. Thorin is not much better at reading maps, but he gives it his best shot. Bilbo and Balin are there to assist.

 

Meanwhile, that leaves Dwalin to babysit Fili and Kili. Dwalin is not amused by this. Fili and Kili were a handful when they were small, and they remain a handful now that they are grown.

Currently, they are climbing on some rocks. At least, Fili is courteous enough to help his little brother up. Dwalin looks on, prepared to gently bonk some sense into their heads with his warhammer if he feels they need some sense bonked into their heads.

Balin and Bilbo make no progress with Thorin. They cannot make heads nor tails of the map, for that matter. They decide that desperate times call for desperate measures, and wander off to ask - gasp! - the Elves for directions.

The Elves are also not amused by this.

Needless to say, it doesn't end well.

The Elves take issue with thirteen Dwarves and one Hobbit wandering around in their woods. They quickly capture the Dwarves, but miss Bilbo in all the confusion. Marching the Dwarves back to their underground stronghold, they lock the Dwarves in prison.

All is not lost, however. The Elves are quite happy with their success and go off to do what they do in Thranduil's realm the best: party. Before long, the Elf guards are thoroughly drunk.

Having reached the stage where they would most certainly be ticketed with a DUI by the Elven Police if they took Thranduil's Irish Elk out on a joyride, the Elf guards pass out. Safely invisible, thanks to the Ring, Bilbo leaves them snoring on the floor, snatches the key to the cells, and frees the Dwarves. Hooray!

And off they go on the next stage of their grand adventure!

XD I had a lot of fun with this. A camera, a bunch of LEGO's, and a couple of hours - priceless.

In Pace Christi,

Elyse