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The Silmarillion Doc Ü 386 pages Download ì A number one New York Times bestseller when it was originally published THE SILMARILLION is the core of JRR Tolkien's imaginative writing a work whose origins stretch back to a time long before THE HOBBITTolkien considered THE SILMARILLION his most important work and though it was published lasA number one New York Times bestseller when it was originally published THE SILMARILLION is the core of JRR Tolkien's imaginative writing a work whose origins stretch back to a time long before THE HOBBITTolkien considered THE SILMARILLION his most important work and though it was published last and posthumously this great collection of tales and legends clearly sets the stage for all his other writing The story of the creation of the world and of the the First Age this is the ancie Ever since I joined GR I’ve been putting off the writing of this book’s review but since I’m high as fuck on cold medicine I feel like I can do it so here suffer thru itAlong long time ago a little 3rd world kid with an afro became fascinated of what he read on the internet about some British writer named Tolkien he wanted his books it became his obsession so he embarked on a uest to find his books and read the shit out of them but alas The book was no where to be found on his dumb little island but that wasn’t going to stop our little afro hero he looked and looked he went to used bookstores he ordered 5 times in the expensive ones he looked online on the streets even on the flea markets but they were not to be found one day after wating for 2 hours for his translator to finish translating and E copy of The Lord of The Ring The Fellowship of The Ring Into Spanish and realizing that it made no fucking sense once translated our little afro hero went into the internet and founded the only bookstore with most of Tolkien’s work on stock in Spanish But there was only one problem the fucking bookstore was in freaking Spain the cost of the books SH was way of what our hairy friend had on his piggy bank so he did the unthinkable his parents had been bitching about his afro for months So he proposed to them that in exchange of his fro they should give him the books he wanted and they accepted in an act of self mutilation our fuzzy friend shaved his head to show his parent’s his anger over making him lose his fro after that the money was given to him he could order now his parents weren’t as stupid as he always thought and that day That day the curse was born It was like the curse of Feanor but lame the books took an entire year to arrive now imagine our froless hero waiting and waiting and calling and emailing and checking and re checking for a whole mother fucking year with his shaved head for those of you who wonder this is why I will never again buy a book from the internet I’m fucking traumatized but when they got there how to put it into words I read the first book 600 pages in one day the second in 3 days the third in 2 days the fourth on a day and a half and then it was time for the Silmarillion I didn’t know nothing about the Silmarillion I left it for last cuz I thought it would be the most boring one and boy was I wrong The first part The Music of the Ainur was such a mind blowing experience to me to the point of I cannot talk about anything else but how metal it sounded that my friends started complaining somebody got to the point of threaten me that if said something else about Melkor being the coolest I was going to get punch in the balls I mean if you ever read this book you should know how Melkor invented heavy metal on it then it was the lamps and all the gay stuff that I didn’t like that’s when I used to think Melkor was the coolest then came The Trees and I was just fascinated of how beautiful everything was I know it sounds mad gay But it was And then Melkor did something that made me stop thinking of him as the coolest he killed The Trees is not like I cried or anything like that but you know that was fuck up The guy is cool and all but I know it sounds stupid but I did like those Trees man by this time I was so lost in this book that one could actually call it an obsession I was walking while reading talking to the characters if I were to get a penny for every time I told a character on this book “turn back you fool” I’d be rich by now look I don’t wanna ruin anything to anybody I could honestly talk for hours about how fucking awesome Feanor is Or how big Fingolfin’s balls are bigger than Steven’s or how beautiful Luthien was and how I wished she never met Beren or how fucking sick and twisted Morgoth gets I mean the man was sick But I need to stop Cuz if I don’t I’ma be here for ever I wanna say is that Tolkien was the mother fucking greatest of all times man this is just such a beautiful bookeven tho the paper don’t agree with me on this it was self mutilation She has no idea how “attached”I was to that fro

J.R.R. Tolkien ´ The Silmarillion Ebook

Nt drama to which the characters in THE LORD OF THE RINGS look back and in whose events some of them such as Elrond and Galadriel took part The three Silmarils were jewels created by Feanor most gifted of the Elves Within them was imprisoned the Light of the Two Trees of Valinor before the Trees themselves were destroyed by Morgoth the first Dark Lord Thereafter the unsullied Light of Valinor lived on only in the Silmarils but they were seized by Morgoth and set in his crown which w How To Build A Truly Convincing Fantasy World1 It's all about the language Make sure your world's language is convincing and you're pretty much there Conversely if your language sucks then everything else will2 Your book can't include than a few sentences in your invented language without losing your audience But it can include plenty of names So what people will really judge you on is the uality of the namesThe rest of this review is available elsewhere the location cannot be given for Goodreads policy reasons

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The SilmarillionAs guarded in the impenetrable fortress of Angband in the north of Middle earth THE SILMARILLION is the history of the rebellion of Feanor and his kindred against the gods their exile from Valinor and return to Middle earth and their war hopeless despite all their heroism against the great EnemyThis second edition features a letter written by JRR Tolkien describing his intentions for the book which serves as a brilliant exposition of his conception of the earlier Ages of Middle eart Sauron was become now a sorceror of dreadful power master of shadows and of phantoms foul in wisdom cruel in strength misshaping what he touched twisting what he ruled lord of werewolves; his dominion was torment Ah Sauron Maia of Aulë—beyond doubt the singularly most enthralling antagonist whom I encountered as a young reader possessing all of the malevolence and dark charisma and naked power of Satan but unhobbled by the multi aspectual morphology of Christian theology and popular culture that far too often rendered the Devil a ridiculous figure a wild eyed and beastly fornication ringmaster cavorting with naked acolytes; a scarlet skinned pitchfork wielding fashion model for forked tails and forehead horns; or slyly smiling traveling salesman pitching his gimcrack wares backed by loosely enforced contracts claiming lien upon some drink tossed wastrel's dubiously valuable soul But Sauron—the dude fell the dude schemed the dude was scary whether donning the raiments of a beautiful translucent ring wise man or an unbearably searingly abhorrent humanoid vessel of the voidThere exists no other book that I've read as many times as The Silmarillion Much than the uesting heroic storyline of The Lord of the Rings was I drawn to the background of all those tumultuous events the grand personages and royal lineages that stretched back into the mists of primordial time Where did Sauron come from? From what pit originally arose the Balrog? What order was Gandalf exactly a member of? Who were Beren and Luthien and what relevance did their own story have to this ultimate chapter of the War of the Rings playing out on the pages before me? Immediately that I finished the trilogy I rushed into the Silmarillion; and though at that time I was still too young to appreciate the allusions to other great mythologies to the wonderful intricacies of the languages that Tolkien had constructed for his Middle Earth races to the powerful theme of tragedy—always linked with a hubris of the striving spirit—that was enjoined to the Noldorin rebellion against the Valar and their heroic but doomed struggle against Melkor He Who Arises in Might Morgoth Bauglir the Black Enemy—Radical Valar Renegade Spawner of the Orcs Dark Lord of the Balrogs Tutoring Patron of Sauron; in toto Supreme Badass Motherfucker of all Middle Earth—still I was held spellbound by these glimpses into the Great Creation the Dawn of Elves and Men the Noldorin Exile and the fate of the Silmarils which ended with such a perfect balance the priceless jewels at rest at the bottom of the sea the deepest of earthen chasms and the highest heights of the heavens What's after the breaking of Beleriand the reader is presented with the awesome arc of the founding and the doom of Númenor in which Sauron gloatingly laughed atop the Island's mountain temple and lustfully defied the punishing lighting strokes that sizzled through the nighttime air; and the concluding overview of the War of the Rings in which much is explained that makes The Lord of the Rings even enjoyably complete than when the trilogy—and its preuel The Hobbit—were the only source for the incredibly deep history that Tolkien had woven from his lifelong love of languageThese annals with their brilliantly etched admixtures of beauty and short lived heroic triumphs set against an overpowering sense of futility and tragic defeat at the hands of an enemy whose cunning is as deep as the infernal pits of his cavernous dungeons and whose malice engirds the star kissed world whose very corruption has been bled into the core of creation itself were just what were needed to spark a young imagination; Tolkien's private amusements and delights mirrored my own in their fledgling form and inspired me to tributary tasks of creation that nobody else could understand or appreciate but which gave me immense personal satisfaction They awoke within me the powerful demiurgical desire to craft worlds populate them endow them with their own gods and mythologies formulate a history laden it with political systems the whole works all in the service of a time bound fate that culminates in an apocalyptic showdown betwixt the dark and the light At that point in a person's life when the complex and inscrutable mathematical rituals and hierarchical causality of all powerful modern science have immense appeal but few handholds the prismatic and primal allure of myth and magic the intuitive interconnectedness of nature with the sorcerously creative will of man even at that tender age a force struggling to avoid restraint and desperately endeavoring to draw power from those spiritual furnaces deep within the font of dreams such tales of heroism and fortitude in the face of the supernatural are for many very hard to resist What's the channeling of natural phenomenon into organic spirits with anthropomorphic features and forms offers another intuitively appealing means to understanding a vast material world that otherwise seems awesomely inexplicable and frighteningly unpredictable Stories that tap into our innate desire both to be entertained and be edified by human theatre set within the panoramic vistas of a horizon hid past—Tolkien delivered in spadesI don't care that it was edited by Christopher Tolkien and Guy Gavriel Kay and thus can't be declared canonical Who gives a shit? Some complain that it reads like a Middle Earth bible that its archaic style and portentous prose are a labor to struggle through and provide nothing as satisfying as the great trilogy he had wrought Ah tell it to the judge They read like the annals composed from the mythological strains that wend across a mysterious fate bound history that they in fact are it's just that this particular history was played out solely within the mental confines—a rich cerebral theatre—of the author and possessed a coherence and potency to rival the mythologies of the Greeks or the Northmen What could a reader want? If Tolkien's labour of love crafted and edited reworked and rewritten was of such an amazing expressiveness and beauty and power that it both upheld the Ring Trilogy and lit its mythological intimations with a fulgent blaze that only served to augment one's appreciation of the latter's depths then why not put it out there for that multitude of fans who were dying to sample of the mystical marvels from one of the greatest and most uniuely imaginative minds of the past century?