omg i’m holding it together, i’m holding it together…
n o p e
*blubbers all over you* thank youuuuu thank you so much
Oh Nonnie. *hugs* sorry you’re getting confronted with that selfish crap.
I think you’re doing the right thing by ‘noping’ out of it.
I’m so tired, myself.
I don’t read new Bagginshield fics anymore because I am so tired. I don’t trust anymore. I no longer follow the Bagginshield tag, either. I’m just so tired of seeing my brave heroic noble loyal fave get twisted into something completely disgusting and totally unrecognisable.
And I’m tired of people not tagging their character-hate.
Yeah, probably. Dain isn’t ‘pretty’ or magical, after all. Bard and Thranduil treat the Dwarves with extreme harshness: actually blackmailing them with a treasure of their people in order to guarantee the behaviour they want. This? Is pretty low behaviour? And Gandalf is the master-manipulator of Thorin’s need for vengeance. He takes advantage of people, ffs – it’s part of his JOB.
But there are one zillion sympathetic portrayals of Bard, Thranduil (ESPECIALLY) and Gandalf. Not so for Dain.
I know why it bugs me, and yes, it’s because barely anybody cares. It’s virtually nonexistent to see someone who actually tags their character-hate, or even considers that they might be hurting Dain-fans. It bugs me that these folks can’t put themselves in someone else’s shoes even for a second, to think ‘wow, yeah, that would SUCK if it were my favourite character, constantly and universally villainised and distorted by fandom.’ Not even for a second.
I’ve been through all the justifications and ‘reasons’ for why it is so common to put one character through such a universal tidal-wave of character bashing/assassination before, and I’m tired of THAT, too.
The Dain-bashing has nearly driven me away from the fandom on several occasions, honestly. I’m so tired. Now if I see Dain-bashing, I block that person. Straight away. I’m done. I am done.
So, Nonnie, you opened a can of very unhappy worms by sending this ask, sorry about the bitter rant.
Merci beaucoup!! It’s been a lovely (and very busy!) day 🙂
naaaawwwwwwwww THANK YOU!
Hey Nonnie! It is indeed translated into Elvish words, which are then written in Elvish! (And you’re gonna kick yourself when you see which phrase it is, sorryyyyyy.) And I can absolutely PROMISE that it isn’t a bunch of random letters 🙂
see this bit in particular:
‘Speak Friend and Enter’. Pedo mellon a minno.
Tolkien drew it. I’ve just got it in a straight line rather than on a curve, in a stylistic sort of font. The source for the font is here.
I did check this image against my physical copy of LOTR before sticking it on my blog, and it matches pretty well (as you can see)!
Awww, thank you Nonnie. That’s very kind of you. Thank you.
I’m all good, honestly. It was many years ago, and much of the sadness has faded. I remember and honour my uncle with a lot of love and pride. He’s always a part of my life. He’d want me to live it to the best of my ability (and he’d be stoked that I am constantly surrounded by happy nerdery).
I am overwhelmingly glad you feel loved by reading my story, Nonnie, that is one of the most truly beautiful things anyone has ever said to me about my writing.
omg
AHH THANK YOU
HEHEHEHEHEH – ‘high’ Elven speech patterns in my own broad, bogan-esque oddly not-quite-rural accent is a riot, I tell you
I wanna add ‘ya bloody shithead’ to the end of so many of Laindawar’s lines, I stg
Oh, this is a bit of a tale, and it is a bit sad. so a warning in advance, Nonnie.
When I was in Year 3 (I was 7), my class read ‘The Hobbit’. I’d read it before, but something about having it read aloud to us set my imagnation ON FIRE. I went BONKERS. I made a Gollum puppet in Art, even (mum still has it). I drew dragons on EVERYTHING, and generally raved on about it to my whole family, and they indugently smiled and nodded and left me (the nerdy, bookish one) to my nascent literary fangirling.
Not so my uncle Puss.
My Uncle Puss was my mum’s brother, and a very intelligent, shy, gentle man. He barely knew what to do with my sister and I, because we were loud and dramatic and theatrical as kids, and he would retreat a lot. But me ranting about The Hobbit drew his immediate and undivided attention, and it was like opening a door into a whole new person. It was Uncle Puss who told me that there was a sequel, and that it was MASSIVE. And that after that, there were whole languages, and a mythology, and so much more!
Tiny me: THERE’S A WHAT???? OH MY GOD, GIMME.
My Uncle Puss was, in other words, a fellow nerd. And I didn’t know until that moment. It became a thing we shared, this world we loved, and the rest of our family teased us about our nerdery. This awkward shy man and this awkward dramatic little girl, enthusiastically shouting together about Elves and Hobbits and Dwarves.
(He ALSO introduced me to Star Trek TOS.)
He gave me my first copy of LOTR. It was his own, actually, and I treasure it still. I have other copies now, some very pretty and fancy, but his was the first and most special. He gave me all of HOME for my birthday, a volume each year. I am holding his copy of the Silmarillion in my hand. It has his name on the inner cover.
Uncle Puss was not a well man. He was bipolar and schizophrenic, and disappeared about fifteen years ago – just before the films came out, actually. He’s presumed dead now. I miss him still.
So yeah, it is the books first, for me. Always the books first.
Aw Yiss 