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Originally Posted by Nilpaurion Felagund
Alas! that in my hand I not
The later designs and histories have,
Or yet, that I should have misplaced
My copy of that which Christopher cobbled,
His son, out of his myriad manuscripts.
Yet I implore you, I entreat upon your soul
O hackers three, to turn from
Your treacherous treading and beg
Forgiveness from him who
This fair site founded.
Return I shall, when respite from
Academic abomination have I gained
and hope that here shall I find
Ravagers repenting of their wrack.
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*cough cough* Indulging in first-person Tolkien fanfiction? And poorly done blank verse at that? Bless me! I would not have expected that from you, Master Ainulindalephiliac.
The fact that you see the forest and utterly miss the individual Ents--that I do find typical of your limited perspecture. Certainly, from the point of view outside Time that is the Music of the Ainur, there is no need to worry that in the long run, all things shall redound to Eru's glory, but to leave it at that, as your quotes would seem to do, is to utterly forget the entire corpus of the Middle-earth canon, which expressly requires darkness and death to achieve eucatastrophe. And while I certainly look forward to the eucatastrophe, I think we should perhaps consider whether we would rather be the Entwives--enslaved and destroyed along the way--or like the Hobbits who persevere toward a victory. Mark me well, though: it is a long, hard road to Orodruin.