It’s another late-night post, but that’s only because I spent the last 4-5 hours creating a character for my first ever game of D&D. I think that’s a valid reason. He’s a human ranger named Mycall Traeneth.
Anyway, my head is full of ideas for that going forward, and we’ll see where this goes tonight.
In terms of Lord of the Rings (one of the original sources behind D&D, mind you), Faramir finishes talking about the history of Gondor, and the men that inhabit this region. I honestly have a big problem discerning what he says, because his sentence structure is truly bizarre. I don’t like that at all. I especially don’t like being unsure of what’s going on. But, that’s over, so no more worrying for me.
Sam brings up that Faramir speaks kindly of the elves, but didn’t say too much about his dealings with them. In truth, as Faramir replies, he has little dealings with them at all, but men and elves have grown apart. However, there has always been a high esteem for the elves among his people. Time has simply sundered them from each other. Sam likes elves. We’ve been over this.
-the Edain: The ancient men, in existence before the kingdom of Númenor was even established. They were known as three great houses, and the great kings descended from these lines.
As I said, it’s hard to figure out every little detail that Faramir brings up, because everything is worded very strangely. For example, he says: “Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High.” There’s got to be a better way to say that.
I feel wrong questioning Tolkien’s word choices, but hey, I guess that’s what I’m here to do! I wish it were a little easier to figure this backstory out. There’s a reason it’s in there, and I’m missing parts of it.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
Perhaps I just need to get out of this talky-talking space and into some more action. Faramir’s been grilling Frodo and Sam for a long while now. The break for dinner was nice, but we’re right back at it.
No one dies today.
“‘I am only a hobbit, and gardening’s my job at home, sir, if you understand me, and I’m not much good at poetry…'”