The time has come to speak the TRUTH about Middle-earth!

Fëanor was one scary dude.

Tom “Da Bomb” Bombadil had a sweet set-up with the Barrow-wights. They’d pretend to run away when he came along singing a “magic” song (for which rescue he’d charge a pretty penny under the guise of buying something for the wife). This would improve his own rep (and prevent his wife from straying due to fear of the scary wights), and in return he’d just happen to arrive too late on occasion to allow the wights to keep their own rep as baddies and get some loot as well.

OMFG… I was kidding! :eek:

David Brin pointed out there’s two sides to every story.

You’re familar with the works of Mani, but you’re not clear how this is heretical from mainstream Judeo-Christian doctrine? Color me confused.

Turin was a total douche who did not deserve Belegs friendship, Thingols good will or the love of Niniel and that elf maiden whos name escapes me at the moment. He was like a spoiled rich brat who expected special treatment because daddy was a big shot.

The color of confusion is chartreuse. I’m sending the monkeys over with hair dye.

Of course I know that this is my reading of Manwe & Morgoth, if applied to Christian theology, would be entirely heretical. That’s why I named the thread as I did.

I see, said the blind man.

…as he picked up his Dwarven hammer and saw.

Homo floresiensis, to be precise.

But if a balrog began running on a treadmill, without limit to its speed, could it achieve flight? :eek:

I think I saw that on Mythbusters, but I forget what the answer was.

I don’t think a treadmill can fly no matter how fast the balrog is.