In all the deeds of Melkor the Morgoth upon Arda, in his vast works and in the deceits of his cunning, Sauron had part and was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself. But in the years after he rose like a shadow of Morgoth and a ghost of his malice, and walked behind him on the same ruinous path down into the Void.
I think we need to clone him for future generations.
Why? I’m pretty sure that when Death comes for him, Christopher Lee will be waiting with a knife, and I’m not betting on Death in that fight.
Are you kidding? Mr. Lee and Death are old drinking buddies.
Christopher Lee just stabs Death and there’s a beat before Death goes “HEEEEYYYY how the hell have you been, you old bastard” and hugs him, the knife still buried in his back.
|| So Fëanor is a jewelcrafter, which means that for the Silmarils to be something else he also should have pursued another artistic path. But let’s go crack.
What if the Silmarils were not jewels but bunnies.
The three shiny bunnies with the light of the trees in them, kept guarded night and day and then stolen by the Dark Lord to be brought in Angband. An Oath sworn in their name. The sons of Fëanor fighting relentlessly for the three bunnies of their father. Lúthien and Beren stealing a bunny, Thingol dying for a bunny, two kinslayings in the name of a bunny, Elwing jumping in the sea with a bunny upon her breast. Maedhros casting himself in the fire with a bunny and Maglor tossing one in the ocean, except the shiny bunnies are indestructible, so in the end you get a bunny in the dephts of the earth and a mermaid bunny in the sea. The star carried around by Eärendil is, in truth, a bunny.
actually maybe Feanor would have been a lot less wound up about everything if he had some bunnies to cuddle
Be he friend or foe, or seed defiled
of Morgoth Bauglir, or mortal child
that in after days on earth shall dwell,
no law, nor love, nor league of hell,
not might of Gods, not moveless fate
shall him defend from wrath and hate
of Feanor’s sons, who takes or steals
or finding keeps a fuzzy bunny
the thrice-enchanted globes of fluff
that flollop until the final night
Clarity has basically made all of my dreams come true and I can now die happy
I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor.
I think Beleg was the first one to whom Turin opened himself up in Doriath.