Alcuin
of Zarkanya
- Joined
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I have to work: I canât stay and comment, though Iâd love to chime in on âWho would win between Olorin and Sauron?â at this point to post on the Barrow-blade: I think Tolkien made the unique nature of the DĂșnedain blades and their similarity to the Morgul-blades clear; but I donât have time for it.
On The Silmarillion: Silmarillion is by far a vaster, more comprehensive tale than The Lord of the Rings. Any one of the long stories â The Children of HĂșrin, Beren and LĂșthien, The Fall of Gondolin â deserves treatment as in-depth and voluminous as The Lord of the Rings, and besides these âThree Great Storiesâ in Silmarillion, there are many more (such as the Rebellion of the Noldor, the tale of Nargothrond, the tale of HĂșrin after his release by Morgoth, the Ruin of Doriath, the Voyage of EĂ€rendil, and still many others) not just the one in The Lord of the Rings, which by itself took twelve years. Tolkien simply did not have the time to beat these stories into shape for publication.
Christopher Tolkien makes this clear in his work on the corpus of his fatherâs writings. No doubt he knows the stories as well as anyone alive, as well as anyone other than his father himself. Now in his mid-nineties and finally retired, he labored decades to read and study and notate all his fatherâs notes and jottings, travelling frequently between Oxford and Marquette to compare the various stores of materials. At the end of his labors he has produced, as best as he is able, comprehensive retellings of the âThree Great Storiesâ of The Silmarillion: The Children of HĂșrin, Beren and LĂșthien, and The Fall of Gondolin. Even so, with all his effort and after all his study and work, he is still unable to remove all the contradictions between the three tales, and the contradictions that must also arise between The Silmarillion and The Lord of the Rings; nor is he able to completely tell the stories in their fullness, but only as he knows them, however intimately: he is repeating for the rest of us the stories he learned from his father. Dangweth Pengoloð, who quoted RĂșmil the Sage of the Noldor for the NĂșmenĂłreans so that they learned the tales of the Noldor; dangweth Christopher Tolkien, who quotes JRR Tolkien so that we learn the tales he heard from his father.
There was no way that JRR Tolkien could, in what remained of the last twenty years of his life, hammer The Silmarillion into a format as smooth and accessible as his masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. Christopher, his son and heir, has carefully pieced together as much as he has been able over the past 46 years, and that is what we have.
The âcanonâ, if you want to call it that, is what JRR Tolkien published during his lifetime. His sonâs work is near unto it, but Christopher Tolkien often concedes there are discrepancies and contradictions. It is literature, a story: the shortcomings of mortal story-tellers are unavoidable. But the tales are beautiful all the same.
And now I must return to my labors in the salt mines.
On The Silmarillion: Silmarillion is by far a vaster, more comprehensive tale than The Lord of the Rings. Any one of the long stories â The Children of HĂșrin, Beren and LĂșthien, The Fall of Gondolin â deserves treatment as in-depth and voluminous as The Lord of the Rings, and besides these âThree Great Storiesâ in Silmarillion, there are many more (such as the Rebellion of the Noldor, the tale of Nargothrond, the tale of HĂșrin after his release by Morgoth, the Ruin of Doriath, the Voyage of EĂ€rendil, and still many others) not just the one in The Lord of the Rings, which by itself took twelve years. Tolkien simply did not have the time to beat these stories into shape for publication.
Christopher Tolkien makes this clear in his work on the corpus of his fatherâs writings. No doubt he knows the stories as well as anyone alive, as well as anyone other than his father himself. Now in his mid-nineties and finally retired, he labored decades to read and study and notate all his fatherâs notes and jottings, travelling frequently between Oxford and Marquette to compare the various stores of materials. At the end of his labors he has produced, as best as he is able, comprehensive retellings of the âThree Great Storiesâ of The Silmarillion: The Children of HĂșrin, Beren and LĂșthien, and The Fall of Gondolin. Even so, with all his effort and after all his study and work, he is still unable to remove all the contradictions between the three tales, and the contradictions that must also arise between The Silmarillion and The Lord of the Rings; nor is he able to completely tell the stories in their fullness, but only as he knows them, however intimately: he is repeating for the rest of us the stories he learned from his father. Dangweth Pengoloð, who quoted RĂșmil the Sage of the Noldor for the NĂșmenĂłreans so that they learned the tales of the Noldor; dangweth Christopher Tolkien, who quotes JRR Tolkien so that we learn the tales he heard from his father.
There was no way that JRR Tolkien could, in what remained of the last twenty years of his life, hammer The Silmarillion into a format as smooth and accessible as his masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. Christopher, his son and heir, has carefully pieced together as much as he has been able over the past 46 years, and that is what we have.
The âcanonâ, if you want to call it that, is what JRR Tolkien published during his lifetime. His sonâs work is near unto it, but Christopher Tolkien often concedes there are discrepancies and contradictions. It is literature, a story: the shortcomings of mortal story-tellers are unavoidable. But the tales are beautiful all the same.
And now I must return to my labors in the salt mines.
