The House of Eorl

[Findegil]

1) I am absoultly against this change. The reasoning is sound, but it is nothing that would valid a change.

2) Thanks for catching.

HE-SL-06b & HE-SL-06.5: Agreed.

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Findegil

[gandalf85]

1) OK, it's fine if we don't change it.

Arcus, nice catch regarding the large section in paragraph 2 which needs to be removed.

[Findegil]

gondowe toke up into his spanish version a sentence leftout of LotR, that diescibs the outer look of Meduseld. Since our short telling of the war of the Ring does not include any fitting place for it, I would rather use it here:

HE-SL-01<BFI Appendix (ii) The Rohirrim at once began the settlement of HE-SL-02{this region}Rohan, though during the reign of Eorl their eastern bounds along the Emyn Muil and Anduin were still under attack. HE-SL-03<Appendix A Eorl fell in battle in the Wold, and the first mound was raised. Felaróf was laid there also. Brego HE-SL-04{- He} drove the enemy out of the Wold, and Rohan was not attacked again for many years. In 2569 he completed the great hall of Meduseld.HE-SL-03.5<LotR {Legolas gazed ahead, shading his eyes from the level shafts of the new-risen sun. 'I see a}Where the white stream {that}[Snowborn] {comes}came down from the snows{,' he said. 'Where it issues}and issued from the shadow of the vale a green hill {rises}rose upon the east. A dike and mighty wall and thorny fence {encircle}encircled it. Within there {rise}rose the roofs of houses.<moved from below Edoras those courts {are}were called>; and in the midst, set upon a green terrace, there {stands}stood aloft {a}the great hall of {Men}<moved from below Meduseld{ is that}, the golden hall>. {And it seems to my eyes that it is}It was thatched with gold. The light of it {shines}shone far over the land. Golden, too, {are}were the posts of its doors. There men in bright mail {stand; but all else within the courts are yet asleep.'
'Edoras those courts are called,' said Gandalf, 'and Meduseld is that golden hall. There dwells Théoden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan.}stood.><LotR A Readers Companion p.400 Before {Théoden’s}the Hall there was a portico, with pillars made of mighty trees hewn in the upland forests and carved with interlacing figures of many beasts and birds with jeweled eyes and golden claws.> At the feast {his}of its inauguratuion Bregor’s son Baldor vowed that he would tread 'the Paths of the Dead' and did not return. Brego died of grief the next year.> ...

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Findegil

[ArcusCalion]

I agree to this addition! Very nice!

[Arvegil145]

There is a newly published poem in the Collected Poems by Hammond and Scull that might be relevant here (Scatha the Worm) - here are three versions of it:

1.

Some have great wings like the wind
Some have fire and fierce wrath,
Some have venom on their long teeth
Some have hides like armour, tails
like steel, tongues like spears, eyes
piercing bright: some are great & golden
Some are green; some are red as
glowing iron. Not so was Scatha.
He was grey, he was cold, he was
silent, and he was blind. He crawled
like a slow creeping death, too
horrible to flee from, froze Men with
fear and his icy breath, and then
crushed them, ground them, under
his long white belly.

2.

He was long and cold
greedy of gold
and sharp bright stones
but his bed was of bones:
hands of dwarves
and skulls of men
that he piled in his den
and licked them white.
Not for him was flight
or the high airs or the tall hills:
a wingless drake.
Not for him was fire
or battle or blazing wrath
a slimy snake:
as a wild wind on the mountain height
as the forest
or the greenwood as a red pyre
Crawling, crushing, creeping on
like a slow slow death
Crushing freezing with fear
and his cold breath
Crushing and grinding
under his white belly
Dark was his dwelling
as a vast tomb.

3.

He was blind and cold,
but he could smell gold.
He was long and rich,
and eased his belly[’]s itch
with sharp bright stones;
but his toys were bones:
hands of dwarves and skulls of men
that were piled in his den
licked smooth and white.
Not for him was flight:
a wingless drake;
Not for him was fire:
a slimy snake,
fouler than mire,
Crawling and creeping on
like a slow death,
Freezing with fear
and his cold breath, Crushing and grinding
under his white womb;
his dwelling stank
like a dark tomb.

Not sure about the relative dating of these three versions since I don't yet have the book, but I felt like mentioning this here.