- He first visits the hobbit homeland shortly after Sauron’s defeat to physically and emotionally recover from his ordeal as an arrow pincushion.
- Merry and Pippin are ecstatic, but end up in a squabble over who gets to host him in their home (as if their family’s houses aren’t right across from each other).
- The shirefolk would be much warier of the coming of a big man with a sword if they hadn’t already heard all about him from the Fellowship’s hobbits. Several times. Every time Pippin gets tipsy at the inn, in fact, which is quite often.
- Boromir is in awe of the Shire, so much greener than the native plains of his home, and is positively charmed by the little round doors that lead into the cosy hillside homes.
- Many things may be smaller in the Shire, but the pantries certainly aren’t! Boromir might have gotten an inkling about a hobbit’s love for food on their quest, but the full extent of it dawns on him while he struggles to keep up with all the breakfasts and traditional snack-times.
- There is no force more formidable than hobbit grandmothers who deem you to be too thin for your own good. They will fatten you up with rich, seasoned beef stew and bread still hot from the oven, fresh vegetables from the garden made into soup and scones with homemade jam.
- Within just the first week as a guest in the Shire, Boromir is convinced he has tasted at least 30 pie varieties. They were all delicious so he’s not complaining, even if his muscle definition is going to hell.
- He bashes his head on more rafters than he can count.
- Despite only ever owning clothes that befitted his high nobility status (I mean would Denethor even allow anything else lol), he embraces the Countryside Chic™ with enthusiasm: wide-brimmed straw hats, suspenders, pants rolled up to the knee, Middle-earth’s flip flop alternatives, tartan throws. It’s the complete opposite of the uptight attire the royal hall demands and he’s amused by the tiny rebellious thought that if his father could see him now, he’d be rolling over in his grave.
- He always found the hobbits’ colourful vests to be rather neat, especially since vests aren’t even a thing in Gondor, so Merry’s mother sews him one that fits perfectly and he is very touched. He’s never worn anything so simple, yet so comfortable and homey.
- Even if he’s technically there to recuperate, he doesn’t shy away from work and wants the full agrotourism experience. He tries his hand at tilling farmer Maggot’s field alongside Merry and Pippin, who have to do it as penance for all the crops they stole right before their big adventure. He also tries out gardening and fishing.
- If pressed for information about Boromir’s horticultural endeavours, Sam would diplomatically say he’s doing just fine, but wouldn’t let him touch his garden in a million years.
- Pippin shows him how to hypnotise a chicken.
- They revive their ritual from the early Fellowship days and bring back sword-fighting lessons as a fun little afternoon activity.
- The hobbit children, who have only ever met Gandalf, are a bit disappointed to find out that not all big people possess pyrotechnic skills, but they are mesmerized by how fluidly the man can dance around with a sword, fending off attacks from both Merry and Pippin simultaneously.
- The sword-practising trio soon realizes that they have a persistent audience, so their training ritual soon turns into giving backyard fencing lessons to tiny, eager students. Mind you, all of them use sticks on those occasions, for the children’s parents would surely forbid it if they found out a real blade was involved in any capacity.
- No one can throw a party like the hobbits and Boromir falls in love with their songs and dances, even if he’s too embarrassed to participate in any of it. Well, his singing voice is pretty decent after a few cups of ale.
- He learns that people who know nothing about military tactics can’t be regaled with epic battle stories, but recounts of his and Faramir’s youthful mischief are a huge success.
- He returns to Gondor the epitome of health: tanned with sun-bleached hair, cheeks nicely rounded once more, lively eyes and a rejuvenated spirit.
- Faramir is so happy that his brother finally got a break from chronic stress and unrealistic expectations. He is curious to know what he had seen and learned, perhaps they could visit the Shire again one day, together.
- Boromir shows him how to hypnotise a chicken.
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alright folks. it’s time to find out which lotr poem you are. this quiz has 33 potential answers and only one of them is tom bombadil, so your odds are pretty good
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Got the Song Of Beren and Luthien.
I wanted the Gil-Galad one :(
Concept: Sam finds out elves can die of sadness, gets very concerned, starts doing his best to make sure Mr Legolas is happy all the time just in case
This causes a terrible dilemma when Legolas expresses that he’d prefer not to be addressed as Mr Legolas and Sam doesn’t want to risk upsetting him but also that goes against everything he knows.
‘Mr Highness Greenleaf sir’
Mr Greenleaf, sir? Mr Green? Mr Leaf?
*Legolas and Gimli fighting, as usual*
Sam: Stop! STOP! You leave Mr L- Elf alone, Mr Gimli!
Legolas: Why, thank you, Sam. You see, Gimli? Your dwarven rudeness has even upset Sam-
Sam, sobbing: He can’t take such a talking to, Mr Gimli! He’s such a sensitive soul. Much more of that and he’ll be dead by morn!
Aragorn: Sam, don’t worry. it takes a lot more sorrow than that to kill an elf
Sam: but these are really sad times
Aragorn: excuse me
Sam: we’re all very upset all the time because of the quest. what if something small is what pushes him over the edge
Aragorn: it doesn’t work like that-
Legolas, genuinely panicked: what if it works like that??
Aragorn: I’m sure it doesn’t
Legolas: he had a point I AM very upset all the time
Gandalf: Legolas I assure you no elf has ever died like that
Legolas: NOT YET THEY HAVEN’T
Legolas & Sam: *both panicking*
the Fellowship has one brain cell and Aragorn is currently the only one using it
lotr coming after the hobbit is so funny Tolkien was just like fuck ok I gotta think of SOMETHING. wait Ive got it. Bilbos funny invisibility ring he won in a riddle contest is evil now
Like if the sticky hand you got from the dentist turned out to be possessed by the ghost of Musollini, and it could make you levitate, but every time you did, a skinhead got a text with your home address
if Gondor was more diverse, who would you cast for Boromir?
‘IF it was more diverse’ iT IS!! It IS !!! Canonically Gondor is comprised of at LEAST four seperate ethnicities of Atani!! two of which are canonically brown-!! sorry I’ll calm down, I’d cast Rana Daggubati, here is my thesis;
He should be fatter and he’s unfortunately a villain in this film I giffed him from so his expressions here are a little too intense, but he has such a poignant face with a sense of indomitability in his movements and a maturity to the way he speaks and I really haven’t been able to top him in terms of casting since!
Lord of the Rings is so complicated because we don’t just have canon vs not canon we have
- was-in-the-trilogy book canon
- contradicting from a different book canon
- movie-verse canon
- Tolkien mentioned it in a letter once canon
- Christopher Tolkien speculated canon
- wikipedia accepts it as canon even though it’s not 100% sure canon
like how are you even supposed to keep track of all that
- Tolkien changed his mind but you’re not sure which version you like better canon
- Early ‘mythology for England’ canon
- Tolkien implied it in a letter once canon
- Fan movie canon
- Tolkien never actually made up his mind so choose a headcanon
Also worth noting:
- Christopher Tolkien changed his mind canon
- Omissions even from the HoMe that are only found in obscure linguistic journals or tertiary literature canon
- Changing language concepts canon
- Minor works canon
wouldn’t want to exclude
- only mentioned in the Parma Eldalamberon
- half-indecipherable scribble on the back of a scrap of paper in a pile of Tolkien’s notes that suggests a major lore change but Christopher just couldn’t figure out that last word
- Well it’s not not canon
- the difference in interpretation of a significant interaction due to the changing of a single word between drafts B and C
- Tolkien might have mentioned it to C.S. Lewis once?? But he’s not talking
All ruled by:
All of this.
Thinking about the Fellowship and….. languages
The hobbits speak Westron, of course, and none of them are fluent in anything else. But Frodo knows some Sindarin, even if it’s stilting and book-learned, and Sam might even know a smattering of vocabulary, too, having learned his letters – and gotten his literary education – from Bilbo. And they all come home with more of it, learned more naturally, from friends, Merry likely with a smattering of Rohirric on his lips along with the Elvish.
Boromir, too, knows only Westron, with the sort of knowledge of Sindarin that people who took a language class in high school and then forgot most of it have. He was taught some, sure, as a nod to Gondor’s past, but he never expected to use it, and when he tries his halting greetings on the elves now (Siulad, mae g’ovann– uh, mae l’ovannan? Goheno… uh…. goheno nin….) he thinks of his younger brother, who was always more attentive in their lessons.
Aragorn is wholly bilingual, with all the speaking quirks that affords, drifting from Sindarin to Westron mid-sentence sometimes as a result of growing up around both. He probably knows some Rohirric, too, and maybe even some other languages of Men thanks to his travels and time as Thorongil. But he speaks Sindarin like an elf, not a Gondorian noble, with a Noldorin accent, courtesy of Elrond’s people.
Legolas has passable Westron, really. He can get by, and you might not notice it at first – though the fact that he speaks it with so heavy an accent is obvious immediately. But he grew up quite sheltered, with a King and father incredibly suspicious of outsiders, and while his grammar is as strong as would be expected of a prince, his vocabulary outside of that which is needed for diplomacy has some notable gaps. The hobbits take it upon themselves to amend this after the first time he falters – turning to Aragorn on one of their first nights on the road and asking “Ai! Manen carfon ‘pesseg’?,” “How do you say ‘pillow’?” – and he trades words with them like gifts, as interested in their own tongue as they are in his.
(“That was very good!” he encourages, each time they try a new pronunciation, and Aragorn teases them not to listen to him, saying they’ll only pick up his strong Silvan accent. He and Legolas playfully bicker about the right way to pronounce everything. Only once do they ask Gandalf to weigh in. The wizard replies with the word in old Quenya, and there is a small riot.)
Gimli is bilingual too, of course, though you wouldn’t know it if his dwarvishness were not so plain in every other part of his being. His Westron is perfect and polished, like one who has spoken it from the cradle – and he has, because the dwarves teach their children other tongues alongside their own, so that the day they enter the outside world (and Gimli, Gimli grew up with his people in exile), they have the tools necessary to keep their Khuzdul buried deep and safe. Secret. He keeps it hidden, but sometimes when he speaks, there are other words that dance in his mind – ones that feel more of home.
(His stronger fluency in another’s tongue is something that gives him some satisfaction of his superiority over The Elf at first, but as they grow closer, he teaches Legolas new words himself, with sharper words of his own towards any on their travels who would criticize him for his imperfect speech.)
Gandalf knows many tongues, even some that are no longer spoken in Middle Earth. And he watches, as this fragile Fellowship trades words, laughing together over their learning, their gently correcting, their earnest curiosity. It is in joining together that the people of this world will prevail, and in their little band’s patchwork of languages, slowly being woven together, he hears hope.
“Hi my name is Túrin Turambar Neithan Mormegil Agarwaen son of Úmarth and I have a long ebony black sword (that’s how I got my name) that talks and is filled with malice and I have icy grey eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Morwen Eledhwen (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Níniel but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I have pale white skin. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black cloak with some Orc blood around it and black leather trousers, silver chain leggings and black boots. I was wearing my doom on my brow. I was walking outside Brethil. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Glaurung stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.”
— (via sathinfection )