It was one of her three or four final Farewell concert tours. Wonderful!
I’m trying to work up a joke about Turin meeting the only woman in his life who wasn’t his aunt, but I’m not quite getting it…
That would appear to be a structural problem with the source material, considering…
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I noticed that Turin changed his name every time he moved to a new venue, and each of his names “meant” something in either elven, or some old mannish tongue.
So, here he is introducing himself to some new hill chieftain (that he will eventually displace):
Chief: What is your name, stranger? What do we call you?
Turin: I am… uhh… podsfjos… which means “friend slayer” in elven.
Chief: ??!?
Turin: alright, how about udhfvidf, “He whom doom follows”?
Chief: Uhh… doom?
Turin: “Sister buggerer”?
Chief: Are you sure you want to live here? Look, I hear there’s a fine, secluded valley only a weeks march to the west…
Well, despite Skald’s obvious disapprobation I think this idea might have legs…
Would you have the Valar as teachers? They’d teach different subjects… which would fit with the idea of each only understanding part of the mind of Ilúvatar… ohh… would that make Ilúvatar the principal?
And perhaps the Maiar as seniors / upperclassmen… at first I thought the Valar would be the school choir for obvious reasons, but teachers might work better… and the teachers and students would all have super-powers… it would end up a bit like Gakuen Alicethe more I think about it…
Ugh.
Glee, the Silmarillion Edition.
No thanks.
Just to be clear on the motivations of this thread: Are we intentionally trying to give Skald aneurisms, or is that just a side effect?
Maybe this should become a standard method for dealing with supervillains. Much safer than trying to invade a volcanic lair.
Ooh! Magical Girl Luthien! Bishonen Beren! And everyone’s a chibi!
I have taken the precaution of installing a small anti-matter bomb in – well, it’s not necessary to specify the city, is it? – set to go off when I die and/or when Ann Coulter appears nude in Playboy.
SQUEE!!
(I believe that’s the officially-mandated response, right?)
This is more or less the story told in Sauron’s Blog. Read it from the beginning.
I’d say it’s necessary. If, say, it’s in Los Angeles, then it might be time to start sending the photographers over to Coulter’s place.