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Another day, another end to a chapter.

Gimli vows to put his sadness behind him, and helps Legolas paddle their boat. Theirs is the most laden with baggage, and sits low in the water. They catch up with Aragorn’s lead boat, flowing gracefully down the river. Evening turns to dusk, and the night is quiet and cold. Frodo falls asleep as they float onward.

Sleep: the best way to transition from one chapter to the next.

And when you wake up, you might be a polar bear.

Fellowship of the LATE: 104 pages

No more Galadriel to take care of that. Curiouser and curiouser!

Just remember, the boats are divided up as such: Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam in one. Boromir, Merry, and Pippin in another. Legolas and Gimli in the third. Good to keep in mind. So now you can’t argue that you’ve been confused about that.

Otherwise, the page is pretty dull.

Like a good stage sword.

Let the Great River run! I dare you to read the next chapter’s posts with this playing in the background:

That’s the soundtrack for the river! Exciting stuff. One of my favorite tracks from all three movies, but not the BEST. We’ll get to that, and I’ll make sure to point it out.

“Frodo sat and listened to the faint lap and gurgle of the River fretting among the tree-roots and driftwood near the shore, until his head nodded and he fell into an uneasy sleep.”

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Today’s going to be easier. Less Elvish. But still some.

It’s all Greek to me.

Galadriel finishes her song. So there’s that. Frodo gives us a translation, which I wouldn’t doubt is the basis for how a lot of people started to study Tolkien’s language. Meanwhile, the Fellowship drifts downriver, and Galadriel disappears. Gimli weeps for the loss of beauty. It’s terribly more difficult to deal with than evil. In some ways, he would rather be taken and tortured by their enemies. That’s a thought.

First Mentions:

-Mount Everwhite: A mountain, if that wasn’t obvious. Probably where Varda (Elbereth Gilthoniel) comes from. At least, that makes sense to me.

Technically, we heard about Everwhite for the first time yesterday, but it’s hard to glean from the whole “other language” thing. Blah, blah, blah…issues.

Tolkien Songs In Real Life:

Just a little bit left to puzzle about today.

“Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.

Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!”

Profoundly simpler, I present:

Elf Days Are Over pt.2

(Dog Days Are Over – Florence + The Machine)

I neglected to mention yesterday that the cool thing about Florence + The Machine is that she’s from New Zealand. That’s kind of a thing when we’re talking about Lord of the Rings. New Zealand is, after all, Middle-earth incarnate.

The pretty isn’t even fair.

And the pretty makes Gimli cry too, because Lothlórien has that effect on people. The pain of losing it is worse than he had imagined anything else could be.

Fellowship of the LATE: 103 pages

I, for one, would take the loss of beauty over my enemies any day. Maybe Lothlórien is the most beautiful thing ever, but there are other things that could fill that gap. Torture, pain, and evil-dom? Yeah, not as nice. If given the choice, I’d ditch Lothlórien.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:

Nai

hiruvalyë

elyë

hiruva

-Varda

-Everwhite

-Calacirya

So much more manageable! I like that.

“‘Elves may see things otherwise. Indeed…'”

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Okay, so it’s been a long time since I beleaguered myself to write a post after midnight. Sometimes it feels like failure. It isn’t, because I consider “a day” to mean a single conscious cycle. Still going. Barely.

Soon.

There’s not too much to say today, but enough.

The Fellowship takes their leave of Celeborn and Galadriel, and files back to the boats. Pushing off, they see Galadriel standing near the junction of the two rivers, waving a silent farewell. As she fades slowly into the distance like a white shining star, her voice cuts clear through the air, singing.

Oh, yeah. And what a song it is. Cue music.

Tolkien Songs In Real Life:

Bear with me.

“Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,

yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!

Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier

mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva

Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar

nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni

ómaryo airetári-lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo

ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,

ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;

ar sindanóriello caita mornië

i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië

untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.

Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!”

Linguistically overmatched, I present:

Elf Days Are Over pt.1

(Dog Days Are Over – Florence + The Machine)

So I promised you Florence, and you got some Florence. Man, that was hard.

Seriously. I mean, look at that. I copied and pasted that here, because there was NO WAY I was going to type it all again. I had the most difficult time ever trying to sing that, and it fit the rhythms of the song passingly well to start with. I know there are some extra/wrong syllables here and there. It was the best I could do.

But do not cry for me!

It was fun, but thank goodness tomorrow’s only two more lines.

Fellowship of the LATE: 102 pages

Huh? Oh, that’s you over there.

Really, it’s a cut-and-dry page. Leave is taken. Farewells are said. Song is sung. Boom. My only question: WHEN WILL SOMEONE NAME THIS FELLOWSHIP?!

It’s a personal national concern.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:

laurië

lantar

súrinen

yéni

únótimë

rámar

aldaron

lintë

yuldar

avánier

oromardi

lisse-miruvóreva

Andúnë

Vardo

tellumar

luini

yassen

tintilar

eleni

ómaryo

airetári-lírinen

yulma

nin

enquantuva

Tintallë

Oiolossëo

fanyar

máryat

Elentári

ortanë

ilyë

undulávë

lumbulë

sindanóriello

caita

mornië

falmalinnar

imbë

hísië

untúpa

Calaciryo

míri

oialë

vanwa

-Rómello

Valimar

Well, that was utterly ridiculous.

Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

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Two more gifts. And they’re important.

Oh, boy!

Gift one: hair. Hair? Yep. Galadriel asks Gimli what he would want, and after much backpedaling he announces his desire for strands of her hair. It’s weird for a moment, but his honesty moves her to oblige him. It’s even a show of peace between dwarves and elves. Frodo, meanwhile, receives a phial containing the light of the star of Eärendil. This is the one gift that kind of becomes a big deal. You may remember it from the movie.

Fellowship of the LATE: 101 pages

Oh, that’s still a thing.

So…is Gimli creepy? I don’t think so. His desire is clear: the beauty of Lothlórien moves him deeply. Dwarves are no gardeners. Unlike Sam, he could not cultivate the beauty of this land in a garden. Any clothing he could want would not serve, as the raiment of elves is mostly ill-fitting and impractical on dwarves. Something natural would suit, so hair is an easy choice.

Thousands of dwarves were very happy when Emma Watson went for the pixie cut.

And if it all goes to smooth over the relations between dwarves and elves? Peachy. Big things have small beginnings.

Frodo’s gift is quite glamorous, albeit the physics escape me. The light of a star is set in water. Totally plausible. Line pulled directly from the book and put in the movie: “May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.” It doesn’t get much more accurate than that.

TL;DR – It’s a fancy nightlight.

Reddit lingo: it will enslave us all. That, and cats. But cats are fun. Meow.

“He bowed, but found no words to say.”

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Fellowship of the LATE: 100 pages

I guess this is the day that we party.

Uh…yeah.

Regardless…

Galadriel continues to give out gifts. Aragorn gets a second one – a green jewel, which seems to have something to do with his lady love. Boromir gets a belt. Merry and Pippin get smaller ones. Legolas gets a new bow and arrows. Sam gets a box of dirt.

It’s kind of like that.

This dirt is from Lothlórien, and blessed to give him the most beautiful garden around. With all the poise in the world, Sam blushes and blubbers something in thanks.

First Mentions:

-Celebrían: Daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. Wife of Elrond. Mother of Arwen. Thus, she’s important, in a way.

-Elessar: It’s a nickname for Aragorn, but also a green elven gem! Seen through it, everything old looks young.

It’s hard to discern, but the stone that Galadriel gives Aragorn seems like a kind of approval for him to be betrothed to Arwen…or something like that. Galadriel had given the stone to Celebrían, and she to Arwen, but with Celebrían’s passage over the sea, the Elessar must have found its way back to Galadriel. That makes sense, right? So I guess she’s saying it’s alright for him to throw himself at her granddaughter. I wonder how Elrond feels about that.

And Sam remains Sam. Nothing to see here.

Fellowship of th… Oh wait, we did that already. In case you forgot, it’s been 100 pages, and still no Fellowship. Someday.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:

-Celebrían

-Elessar

-Elfstone

Don’t forget about that hard “c”! And the “i” has an accent. You have to make a note of these things.

“Sam went red to the ears and muttered something inaudible, as he clutched the box and bowed as well as he could.”

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Forests are scary!

Just ask Snow White.

Celeborn advises against venturing in the direction of Fangorn, even though Boromir dismisses his warnings. Surely, he can find his way through Rohan, Fangorn, or any other place! Galadriel ushers them all to drink the “cup of parting”, or some such thing, and announces that they have gifts to give each of them. Aragorn gets a beautiful new sheath, bejeweled with the history of his new-forged sword.

First Mentions:

-Northerland: It’s a…northern…land. Some sort of region north of the Gap of Rohan, across the Greyflood. Boromir went here, so it must be awful.

Rule of thumb: don’t dismiss the warnings of elves. They’re kind of the wisest beings in the world. Only a fool would barrel over an elf’s, scratch that, and ELVEN KING’S warnings about a mysterious and ancient forest. Boromir does just that, replacing it with bravado.

Boromir in the ’90s.

Fellowship of the LATE: 99 pages

ONE MORE DAY. Then we throw a “Fellowship of the LATE” party. Bring all your friends, and we’ll collectively call them anything but a fellowship.

But once again, each member of our…ahem, GROUP, will be receiving a gift from their gracious hosts. I won’t go through the trouble of syncing each one up with characteristics or anything – at this point each character has been pretty well defined. Back in Rivendell, we had only just met most of these guys. Now they’re all friends.

And Legolas and Gimli actually ARE friends at this point. Hooray friendship!

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:

-Northerland

-draweth

Oh, wait, and that whole thing about wanting to get going early in the morning? It’s already dusk! Phooey. The elves of Lothlórien are procrastinators.

“‘But is there aught else that you…'”

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Come dine with us! Partake in some of our bread and salt!

Just don’t trust any from this guy.

Celeborn and Galadriel invite the Fellowship to dine with them, as they never did while in Lothlórien. They make a picnic on the green banks of the Silverlode. Celeborn offers advice on the river ahead, telling them to leave Anduin before it gets bogged down in swampland.

First Mentions:

-the Tindrock/Tol Brandir: An unclimbable island in the middle of Nen Hithoel on Anduin. No one has ever set foot upon it. Cool.

-the Nindalf/the Wetwang: Marshes just to the east of Anduin, where the Entwash from Fangorn joins with the Great River.

-the Entwash: River running out of Fangorn Forest. I think the ents wash in it. Just maybe.

-the Emyn Muil: Rocky and near impassable mountains east of Anduin. Lots of time will be spent wandering around here later.

-the Noman-lands: South of the Dead Marshes is an even barer land. NO MAN LANDS. Get it?

-Cirith Gorgor: Meeting point of two mountain rangers at the northwest corner of Mordor.

Lots of stuff! We’ll learn this world, one region at a time.

Sadly, we won’t see most of these places. Tol Brandir, for one, is impossible to reach. And the rest? Well, things will go interestingly before we get to them.

Tolkien Songs In Real Life:

Oh yeah, one more bit.

“O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;

The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.

O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore

And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.

But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,

What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?”

From everyone’s favorite swan-boat, I present:

Let Sail pt.2

(Let Go – Frou Frou)

Galadriel is known for her longing for the sea. And thus, the song. Good to know she’ll be able to make her way across the water before all here is said and done.

Celeborn, meanwhile, is a bit of a lecturer. I would assume that most members of the Fellowship know their way around Middle-earth. There’s no need to explain every nook and cranny.

Maybe Celeborn makes English muffins.

Fellowship of the LATE: 98 pages

Getting close… If we hit 100 pages, I might have to celebrate a milestone or something.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:

-Tindrock

-Tol

-Brandir

-Nindalf

-Wetwang

-Entwash

-Emyn

-Muil

-Noman-lands

-Cirith

-Gorgor

As if that list was surprising.

“‘Yet they should not go too far up that stream, nor risk becoming entangled in the Forest of Fangorn. That…'”

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