The canonical juxtaposition of Pengoloð and other such quaint remarks
A bit difficult for me to imagine a Gondoldrim becoming sooo scared of mere
orcs.
Well he had lived in isolation in
Gondolin, where the scariest thing you could ever encounter was one of
Turgon's striptease's ("one for the ladies", of course, and that golden-haired temptress, descendant of a house of mysterious princes, and rider of white
horses Glorfindel) either that or witness the incestuous going on's in the house of a certain
Turukano Finwëion ....well I see your point.
I wonder: What part did he play in the battle of the
fall of Gondolin? I bet he was wounded pretty badly and in the right place at the right time and got out.
Maybe he was just a big fraud? I'm sure our honourable paragon of humility would waffle on about how he nearly got hammered with
the old "harp in the back"
Elvish by a jealous Gondolinian scholar or how he was stabbed in the leg with
Eärendil’s flute because he would not allow the women and children enter Idril's tunnel, and being jealous of a certain couple he decided to run around Gondolin like a headless chicken, bribing, running and bribe-running before chucking mr.loverboy off a cliff *cue sentimental Celine Deol number* (ha! she how HER career has gone downhill!) and fast-forward 80 years later when the woman whose husband he slew(eth) (as our fastidious scholar would put it) returns on some kind of expedition and recites her lamentable story to all and sundry, who proceed to chuck that silly woman off the cliff and be done with her sentimental nonsense about some floppy haired, baby-faced twit who had a fetish for painting in the nude and asking her if she was on the "top of the world" when in fact they were dancing on
Fingolfin's cairn (fake, but THATS another tale full of harps and
eagles and other such clichés of heroic
tales of valour and feeble-minded idiocy) and making rude gestures to the Eagles of
Manwë Súlimo, who one feels, with all that sitting down, counselling and feasting must now be a figure of some heft.
Did he have any interest in learning about the tongues of orcs...morbid curiosity sort of thing?
Let's not get into his morbid fetishes, but I don't think Ork-talk was one of them, as, with usual pomp, he would berate anything he couldn't understand as "base" and "unlovely" and we all now that Mr. Renowned Scholar of Gondolin would not condescend to such vernaculars.
If he were ever travelling through forest and heard a company of orcs growing nearer, would he climb into a tree and hide quietly with his heart pounding in fear and eyes wide with fright
Sounds like the story from 'Arabian Night's
the one about the forty thieves.
or has he passed on to
Mandos in weariness?
Something, no doubt we all pray for. No, people like Pengoloð stick around for a long time. I fancy he does like Norah Jones though. It's a hunch.
Will he have tried mastering
Valarin?
Doubt it,
Elves don't really take to the over-complicated language. And what's the point? Unless you want to swear in Valarin that is and I'm sure that delightful tongue is full of such beautiful words and brilliant syntax.
Not even
Pengolodh who survived the fall of the
city and who high-tailed it to Eressea when
Sauron attacked the
Noldor in the
second age?
Maybe he dressed up as a beautiful Elven princess and was able to escape to wherever he wanted to go due to the fulfilment of various promiscuous acts. Or maybe he was the one who threw the rock at
Celebrimbor when he was having a manly game of naked Roman-Greco wrestling with Sauron or maybe it was he who drove the pole through poor Celebrimbor’s body. If he was thereth thateth iseth.
There's always Rumil from Lost Tales.
Dude, the guy was obv. a drunk, I mean he was swearing and arguing with a bird, telling it go to the
halls of Mandos--has the man lost all his knowledge on Valarin tradition? DUDE!
Dont mind Nom and Inderjit, they can argue for hours about the relatively minor aspects of the tricksy canon and still not reach a conclusion.
What's wrong with being pedants?