Finally a Finale
I finished weeks ago, I just haven't gotten around to writing thoughts about the pages I marked in the last few chapters. Here they are:
Their captain was Bard, grim-voiced and grim-faced, whose friends had accused him of prophesying floods and poisoned fish . . .
It seems an odd juxtaposition to me to have someone named Bard be grim. I know not all bards are merry pranksters Degolar-style, but I don't even think of the most serious-minded ones as grim.
"Girion was lord of Dale, not king of Esgaroth," he said. "In the lake-town we have always elected masters from among the old and wise, and have not endured the rule of mere fighting men."
For some reason I thought of Monty Python and the Holy Grail when I read this quote this time, the skit where the peasant is upbraiding King Arthur for declaring himself king because "some watery tart [threw] a sword at [him]" instead of having a democratically elected government as in their district. Hehe.
Ever since the fall of the Great Goblin of the Misty Mountains the hatred of their race for the dwarves had been rekindled to fury.
Uh, OK? So how were the dwarves to blame for the death of the Great Goblin? The dwarves had been innocent travelers whom they waylaid. If anything bad happened to goblins as a result, it was purely self-defense on the part of the dwarves. And they weren’t even the ones who harmed him—it was Gandalf. I get really annoyed with people who mislay blame this way.
It was a terrible battle. The most dreadful of all Bilbo’s experiences, and the one which at the time he most hated—which is to say it was the one he was most proud of, and most fond of recalling long afterwards.
That’s the way it usually works, isn’t it?
There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
That is truth and wisdom.
Gandalf and Bilbo . . . intended to go along the edge of the forest, and round its northern end in the waste that lay between it and the beginning of the Grey Mountains. It was a long and cheerless road, but now that the goblins were crushed, it seemed safer to them than the dreadful pathways under the trees. Moreover Beorn was going that way too.
Even Gandalf and Beorn are scared to travel through Mirkwood? I just don’t get it.
THE END
Their captain was Bard, grim-voiced and grim-faced, whose friends had accused him of prophesying floods and poisoned fish . . .
It seems an odd juxtaposition to me to have someone named Bard be grim. I know not all bards are merry pranksters Degolar-style, but I don't even think of the most serious-minded ones as grim.
"Girion was lord of Dale, not king of Esgaroth," he said. "In the lake-town we have always elected masters from among the old and wise, and have not endured the rule of mere fighting men."
For some reason I thought of Monty Python and the Holy Grail when I read this quote this time, the skit where the peasant is upbraiding King Arthur for declaring himself king because "some watery tart [threw] a sword at [him]" instead of having a democratically elected government as in their district. Hehe.
Ever since the fall of the Great Goblin of the Misty Mountains the hatred of their race for the dwarves had been rekindled to fury.
Uh, OK? So how were the dwarves to blame for the death of the Great Goblin? The dwarves had been innocent travelers whom they waylaid. If anything bad happened to goblins as a result, it was purely self-defense on the part of the dwarves. And they weren’t even the ones who harmed him—it was Gandalf. I get really annoyed with people who mislay blame this way.
It was a terrible battle. The most dreadful of all Bilbo’s experiences, and the one which at the time he most hated—which is to say it was the one he was most proud of, and most fond of recalling long afterwards.
That’s the way it usually works, isn’t it?
There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
That is truth and wisdom.
Gandalf and Bilbo . . . intended to go along the edge of the forest, and round its northern end in the waste that lay between it and the beginning of the Grey Mountains. It was a long and cheerless road, but now that the goblins were crushed, it seemed safer to them than the dreadful pathways under the trees. Moreover Beorn was going that way too.
Even Gandalf and Beorn are scared to travel through Mirkwood? I just don’t get it.
THE END
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