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Wight
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: Black Country, West Midlands
Posts: 130
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As to singing for the song's sake, I don't know if that is quite possible or, at any rate, not how I'd put it. Shire folk also love music (I play whistle and uilleann pipes), gathering to sing and make merry. Our music is neither as 'high' as the Elves nor dour as the Dwarves, or sinister as the Goblins, but akin to all because music is more than being entertained; we make our own music, our own magic, to tell ourselves who we are. We make music because thus we rejoin the Great Song. How can I put it? Songs should be sung for the Song's sake (capital S), not for the sake of an individual song. "It finds an echo in my soul— How can I keep from singing?" R.W.Lowry
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Banshee of Camelot
Join Date: May 2002
Location: Switzerland
Posts: 5,830
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I guess I would prefer to live in the Shire, too, or perhaps in Gondor, working in the houses of healing, like Ioreth.
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Wight
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: Black Country, West Midlands
Posts: 130
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I first heard it in a black-and-white movie, either Laurel and Hardy or Marx Bro's, but Enya did cover it.
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We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back of a tree ...everything is stooping and hiding a face. ~ G.K. Chesterton |
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: The Deepest Forges of Ered Luin
Posts: 733
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I would be a dwarf, preferably one who is skilled at both arms and the forge.
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Animated Skeleton
Join Date: May 2013
Location: Rivendell (duh)
Posts: 37
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I'd be an elf from Rivendell, bu I'd hang out in Gondor and Rohan or where ever everything was going on at the time! (and i also happen to be very close to where ever Aragorn was at the time...)
![]() EDIT: I would also be a good archer. Last edited by Elyna of Rivendell; 08-11-2013 at 10:28 PM. |
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Pile O'Bones
Join Date: Oct 2012
Posts: 19
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I'd be a Elve...
One of the Teleri born pre first age at Cunivien, I'd see middle earth in its infancy during the great journey, and accompany Olwe across the sea to Valinor, after nosing around for a few years, I'd steal a ship and escape back to Middle Earth before the kinslaying (that way I'm safe, and I would have nice unsploit memories of Valinor) then spend the next three ages as one of Cirrdan's following-I could fight with him up the slopes of Mount Doom, accompany him during the ovethrow of Angmar, sneak into meetings of the White Council, sail around Arda at leisure (exploring the other cotinents such as the Burnt Lands of the Sun, and Numenor prior to its destruction) then catch the last ship from the havens back to Valinor.
It would a action packed, very long life, and it could shed some light on Cirdan's backstory and the mysterious Grey Havens. |
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Curmudgeonly Wordwraith
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Ensconced in curmudgeonly pursuits
Posts: 2,515
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Hmmm...I don't think I'd care to be a mortal in the first 3 Ages of Middle-earth. What with war, pestilence, drought and bad dentistry, it would be as miserable a life as a medieval serf or villein - a short life and an unmerry one, even if Tolkien painted a somewhat rosy picture. There is nothing gallant about wasting away from dysentery or gangrene.
I suppose I would prefer to be an Elf, as they were too noble for bowel movements.
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