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Byronic Brand
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: The 1590s
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You'd expect Elrond, as Maglor's foster-son, to be a harper with a higher standard than most...I'd forgotten his harp. Well picked up.
We could even include, at a stretch, Gimli; his song of Durin was a kind of recording, I seem to remember he recovered the Book of Mazarbul, and he was as sundered from his folk at death as Dwarves can get... But perhaps we should attempt to draw more conclusions from the solid examples we've got rather than contort other characters to fit the pattern. Though I do think Gimli just about makes it. Another harper, Finrod Felagund, has a harp on his coat of arms and is renowned for his "song of staying" against Sauron, but...ouch...does not die apart from his people at all; quite the reverse. From this I deduce that he was more a doer of deeds in his art than a recorder of them...maybe...
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
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Is this a good moment to plug my old htread "Music and Magic in Middle Earth"?
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Spirit of the Lonely Star
Join Date: Mar 2002
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All of us have but a brief moment when we are part of the story. In that sense, we are not just doers but tellers of a finite story. At its end, we must all depart. Perhaps Tolkien is underlining this point in its widest sense. Why else do we mourn so for Frodo at the end of the story? We are mourning both for him and for ourselves. It would not be so sad to me if a teller like Frodo had departed out of anger. Yet, despite all he had been through, the pain inside and out, the scene of the final departure is filled with mystery and longing. It is clear that he still loves the Shire and that his attachment to Sam has not lessened. But in the end those of us still on the shore are left without knowing where the tellers have gone. It is the not knowing that hurts. The only thing we have left is their tale.....
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