and wiling away many an afternoon on lengthy emails about everything from evolution to racism to religion on Arda, I can confidently declare is an even more heretic Silmarillion author than me!
I miss that... I mean musing like that because that is sometimes I have no time for any longer with such an energetic kid.
Oh you captured a lovely Pengolodh here, it is such a great mixture of a child hungry for letters, stories and knowledge, yet needing to well run, explore and touch things.
The Fëanorians! Pengolodh thought, but he didn't dare pause to watch their procession move toward Lord Turgon's house at the center of the city, for his parents didn't even suspect that he knew who the Fëanorians were, much less their significance to Lord Turgon's people. Excitement and dread commingled, Pengolodh was fortunately not required to concentrate for much longer, but the sight alone of those gold and scarlet banners
bearing the star-sign of treachery and betrayal
had stoked his restlessness as one might embers into flames, and he'd made the impetuous choice to leave his books for the day and climb down to the cove.
This is a beautiful layer, despite of course the theme of creating light and the little creatures knowing how to do it themselves, in this story there is also the theme of decisions made of what knowledge a child should have and what is deemed lesser to know. Pengolodh curiosity made him search out that knowledge himself, no matter how much his parents deemed him not to know. In this, I by my self, make the connection on how the Valar deemed that the elves could not know the information, thinking them to be lesser in understanding all what Eru created if not at all! Children are smarter than people think, Fëanor being a good example here, but at a different level, Pengolodh is experiencing the same.
Pengolodh loved working on his books, but there was something missing, to learn the words of others without ever devising words of his own.
Moreover, this so perfectly illustrates the curious nature of us all: we can either seek out all sides or believe what our parents tell us or wants us to believe. Sure, I can see that from grief and hurt done to a family in the past might give parents cause to wanting the shun the pain that came from it, but sooner or later kids figure it out.
"Nor had I, but I remember being a small boy and just come to this land, and I remember my uncle taking me to the beach one night, and though Tilion rested that night, the waves were crested in light, and I could not look away.
Oh Celegorm, that is just typically you. Well, I think its Celegorm, it would be just him to seek out animals and creatures, but not knowing exactly where lore would be hidden... (Rhapsy!verse perhaps, sorry)
longish review, part 1
I miss that... I mean musing like that because that is sometimes I have no time for any longer with such an energetic kid.
Oh you captured a lovely Pengolodh here, it is such a great mixture of a child hungry for letters, stories and knowledge, yet needing to well run, explore and touch things.
The Fëanorians! Pengolodh thought, but he didn't dare pause to watch their procession move toward Lord Turgon's house at the center of the city, for his parents didn't even suspect that he knew who the Fëanorians were, much less their significance to Lord Turgon's people. Excitement and dread commingled, Pengolodh was fortunately not required to concentrate for much longer, but the sight alone of those gold and scarlet banners
bearing the star-sign of treachery and betrayal
had stoked his restlessness as one might embers into flames, and he'd made the impetuous choice to leave his books for the day and climb down to the cove.
This is a beautiful layer, despite of course the theme of creating light and the little creatures knowing how to do it themselves, in this story there is also the theme of decisions made of what knowledge a child should have and what is deemed lesser to know. Pengolodh curiosity made him search out that knowledge himself, no matter how much his parents deemed him not to know. In this, I by my self, make the connection on how the Valar deemed that the elves could not know the information, thinking them to be lesser in understanding all what Eru created if not at all! Children are smarter than people think, Fëanor being a good example here, but at a different level, Pengolodh is experiencing the same.
Pengolodh loved working on his books, but there was something missing, to learn the words of others without ever devising words of his own.
Moreover, this so perfectly illustrates the curious nature of us all: we can either seek out all sides or believe what our parents tell us or wants us to believe. Sure, I can see that from grief and hurt done to a family in the past might give parents cause to wanting the shun the pain that came from it, but sooner or later kids figure it out.
"Nor had I, but I remember being a small boy and just come to this land, and I remember my uncle taking me to the beach one night, and though Tilion rested that night, the waves were crested in light, and I could not look away.
Oh Celegorm, that is just typically you. Well, I think its Celegorm, it would be just him to seek out animals and creatures, but not knowing exactly where lore would be hidden... (Rhapsy!verse perhaps, sorry)