Gimli at hobbit parties: *learning everyone’s names, listening to all their family histories & anecdotes about their children, telling good and wholesome jokes, generally being super polite and charming*
Legolas at hobbit parties: HEY KIDS WANNA SEE ME EAT THIS HANDFUL OF DIRT *scarfs it real fast*
So my roommate and I got these Rudolph Christmas coloring books a couple of weeks back. Since it’s finals week, I wanted to ease my mind into studying by coloring. First time opening the book and I saw this picture..
And I thought to myself
Oh my god do I try.
I swear to god if I get tumblr famous over this stinkin Heman the meme nose reindeer.
my favorite tdp HC is that despite the large difference apart from each other in the dungeon Gren and Ranaan talk and become friends Gren, loudly: HEY WHATS UR NAME ELF MAN!!!! MAN VIRREN SUCKS AM I RIGHT LOL Ranaan: pls leave me alone stop yelling ur so loud I’m begging u pl Gren: YEA VIRREN DOES SUCK. ANYWAYS HOWS THE WEATHER OVER TH
one of my favorite lotr facts is that gondorians speak sindarin as a first language and yet when faramir was talking to frodo and sam about cirith ungol he was like “we don’t know what’s in there.” like faramir. cirith ungol is sindarin for “pass of the spider.” do the math
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Don’t forget that Frodo also speaks Sindarin, which makes this even worse.
Faramir: Hey, don’t go up the Spider Stairs.
Frodo: Why? What’s up the Spider Stairs?
Faramir: We don’t know, Frodo. We just don’t know.
I’m reading Icelandic family sagas for my uni classes and it’s just torture
not because they’re bad or hard to read just. the literary choices.
When you have a protagonist – or even just a character – of a tale they’re often given an extra name dependent on what they’ve done or a quality of theirs (think Turin Turambar) mostly cos they didn’t have surnames back then so it was the best way to tell everyone apart and.
The protagonist of this saga is Thorir, who is known to the North Country as Hen-Thorir. because he sold some chickens once. HEN. Thorir. It wasn’t even because it was his ‘thing’, the text literally says he did this “on one occasion” and I can’t believe this is how this author decided to introduce his eponymous character.
Imagine waiting your whole life to earn an honourific to your name that would define your legacy, something that makes you completely unique from all the others that share your first name, something that puts you on the level of Harald Fairhair, Geir the Rich, Halfdan the Free-Handed but Foot Stingy (that’s so specific how the hell did he get that?) and then you do one mundane thing.
You sell a chicken. ONCE. And that’s it. That’s your legacy; you are now The Chicken Guy FOREVER. That’s such a terrifying thought. Imagine calling someone Coffee Kelly cos you saw her buying a Starbucks once and now she’s known as Coffee Kelly on social media, on censuses, on her passport.
And now I can’t focus on the rest of this goddamn saga cos I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s now so rich he’s basically become a loan bank for the entire country and everyone’s still calling him the Chicken Guy.
Fun fact; Hen-Thorir then goes on to be a notorious snake who burns a bunch of people alive in their own houses and he STILL went down in history as The Chicken Man.
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