I know this is sort of random, but what do you think happens to Orcs once they die? Google has been rather unhelpful, and since nobody seems to be sure I figured I’d go to you since you have really good headcanons and know your stuff.

Augh, Nonnie. SO SO TRICKY. 

*stares a little worriedly at the ask*

Okay, let’s try something. We know that Orcs are descended from Elves that were corrupted by Melkor. So, perhaps it is that they go to a separate part of Mandos’ halls.

We also know that Mandos holds onto those souls that need to be held *smiles sweetly at Feanor*. He keeps them within his halls and does not allow them to be reborn. It’s like Elven purgatory, I suppose. 

So Mandos probably doesn’t allow those souls to be reborn as Elves until they have been renewed, refreshed and uncorrupted? idk. That’d take millennia for some of those Orcs (hey hey Azog, cheers Gothmog, you boys are nasty)

Considering that the entire recorded history of Middle-Earth isn’t actually all that long, I suggest that many of those former Orcs will only be released after the final battle, when all evil and sorrow is finally gone from the world and everybody can start again. 

Okay – that’s ONE idea! I’m sure other people have other ideas, though. I hope it’s helpful to you, Nonnie! 🙂

I was listening to (every single rendition of) Iron Hills for Me, and it occurred to me that “The Iron Hills for me!” is rather reminiscent of “The wide brown land for me!” Is there by any chance a little of Dorothea MacKellar in the song? (I was also terrifically pleased to see your post about the Iron Hills being Kakadu!)

Oh my god…!

I hadn’t even registered it. Of course! OSMOSIS. IT MUST BE. 

Bit of background for those who are going ‘huh?’ right now: Dorothea McKellar is the author of a very famous Australian poem called ‘My Country.’ 

The most famous stanza goes

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

Uh. Yeah, just a bit familiar! I promise it wasn’t intentional, lol. But it must have snuck in there! 

KAKADU. YES. IRON HILLS. KAKADU. I am so glad you like that headcanon, Nonnie! I have had a few people say, ‘no, THIS is the Iron Hills!’ but I continue to stubbornly cling to that idea!

i think the reason for legolas and thranduil’s “bad directions” ( /post/111814280443/be-there-now-in-a-minute-you-legolas-are-fucking and /post/117135756938/bloodynoldor-which-proves-that-thranduil-has ) might be because the elves refer to the west (aka party central, THE place to be) as north?

This is a possibility, Nonnie! The party’s where it’s at, after all.

(Just for laughs, though: your ask made me wonder if Elves would then logically refer to North as East? East as South? South as West? Have they, in fact, turned the compass 90 degrees clockwise?)

idk, I don’t pay too much attention to that aspect of the movies, really. I am much more tickled by the Captain Obvious Legolas stuff. That’s a little character tweak I can get behind: makes him feel a little natural and flawed and real rather than perfectly-perfect… and perfectly boring. 

Hi Dets! First, the blog reorganization looks great so far! Second, I have a question: what do you think one ought to talk about in a high school graduation speech? I ask because your writing never fails to move and inspire me, and I want my last words to my class to have an impact. I know it’s not exactly the same category of writing as fanfiction, but do you have any advice?

Hey Nonnie! Thank you, my blog is all pretty. I am feeling very swish now. All hip with the kids etc.

Oooooh, I can try to give you a few ideas, if you’d like? But it’s such a personal thing, all I can give you is some very broad concepts and general ramblings. I hope they spark some inspiration for you!

Phew, well. Most school years have a few in-jokes that aren’t just known by a few people or groups of friends, but by everyone. Referencing these in an oblique way is fun. Stories that aren’t cruel or make anybody (be they teacher or student) a figure of fun are good to reference too, I think. They’ll encourage students to remember that there were funny things, positive things, about being here. They’ll remind your teachers of how they’ve watched you grow and change and learn, and how proud it makes them. Thanking your fellow students is a good thing to do. They’ve been on the same road as you, even if you didn’t always like travelling on it together. Thanking your teachers – AND the support staff of the school, also a good thing to do. A lot of school nurses, for example, tend to get forgotten. And a lot of those are total heroes.

Your year advisor ought to get a big round of applause. They’ve been with you all from the beginning. They’ve yelled for you in all sports and musical endeavours, stepped in when there were problems, run around like a headless chook for all the special events such as camp or dances. They’re going to miss you. They really are.

How about the school itself? Is there a room that is ALWAYS too hot? Do students always bicker over a particular computer in the music lab? Every school has weird idiosyncrasies (my high school was painted in a myriad of garish pastels, it was HILARIOUS). That’s something everyone will know.

Once you’ve got them laughing and comfortable, you can begin to get a little more thoughtful? Because if you’ve got them on your side, they’re going to listen more intently to what you say.

IDK. Graduation is weird, because it’s the culmination of all this intense pressure to succeed in which your marks are the be-all and end-all. There is a constant sort of reiteration of ‘you must have it all worked out!!!’ by the end of your school life. Your career path chosen, your goals set, etc. But life doesn’t always work that way, and it’s okay to be overwhelmed. Some students might know exactly what they want to do, and that’s awesome! A lot of students probably don’t, and are anxious and worried. And perhaps there are some things you can say about that. Life opening up before them is scary, and that’s okay. It’s okay. It’s a step into the unknown – but the idea is to keep taking steps. There are people out there they don’t know yet, things they can’t imagine that they’ll do. School is a place of routine and of familiarity, and that’s going to be gone. But good friends don’t go (I have been best mates with mine for 27 years now). And those who have struggled with finding their place and their way will discover that the wider world is not like the closed society of high school, and that there are people out there who understand.

Nervousness is okay, really. I would try and let them know that The Great Unknown doesn’t have to be scary. High school was unknown once.

And real life (by and large) doesn’t give you a mark out of 100. From what I’ve experienced, it’s mostly about persevering, failing sometimes, picking yourself and dusting it off, and moving on. Keep on moving. Take another step.

IDK, I am sort of thinking aloud here, and much of it probably isn’t of help. But if anything here sparked some ideas for you, Nonnie, then I’m glad. And congratulations to you! You made it! GO YOU.

Mr Headbutt probably goes on so many wacky adventures. Dwalin totally nicked him from his pride-of-place spot on the mantel in Balin’s room in their apartments and just shoved him /all over/.

I am now imagining Mr Headbutt as like, a war-ram toy equivalent of the Garden Gnome Road Trip. They just keep finding him in unexpected places. 

Inside the empty soup pot in Barur’s kitchen? Check.

On top of the throne? Check.

In Dis’ wardrobe? Check. 

One never knows when beady button eyes may just suddenly and startlingly appear 🙂