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[Gil-Galad]

Here is the first topic.It is an easy one,but it is the first so I think it shouldn't be very difficult.

'From A Thought,Through The Love, Till The Reality
..................and finally the cruel reality showed its real face.

Why do you think that happened?
Why didn't the Valar and the Firstborn live happily?



Ok that is the topic.You have one month.The deadline is February 17th.2003.I hope lots of essays to be published

p.s.this topic is written by Finduilas.

Judges are Lhun,Gate7ole and ...........


Good Luck!!!!!!!!!

[Lhunithiliel]

Final "Jury":
Eledwen, Gate7ole and me :)

[Melian]

Sounds great.Good job,Finduilas and G-G ,and congratulations,dear jury.
So when am I supposed to bribe you?:D
And,I have a question:Are we free to post images,verse,quotes etc?(Sorry if you have already explained this somewhere,I just haven't checked in the work-book yet).

[Gil-Galad]

Yes,yes my dear Maia, feel free to to post images,verse,quotes etc...:) :)

[Finduilas]

Due to problems with the interpretation of the topic I talked to Gil-Galad and he asked me to explain my view.

Now, the topic is :
From A Thought,Through The Love, Till The Reality

Where did the world come from? Iluvatars thoughts ,didn't it?
However, it was innocent and young then and nothing seemed to be able to ruin that peace.
Then came the Firstborn and Valar's love to them. However, that love caused many mistakes later- spoiling the Elves, causing pride and egoism. Love had to be the Golden Ere of the Valar, however it became the Downfal or at least its beginning.
Soon the reality showed its real face and the Elves were no longer protected from Evil. They did have to know and understand to beat it.
So my main question and subject for lots of thesis is :
Where can we find the quilt for this transformation and who should we blame:
Eru
The Valar
Morgoth
Elves?
However, this subject can be interpret(as Melian said) in many ways and everybody has the freedom to express his opinion.

[Lhunithiliel]

Folks, let's use the work-book for ALL and ANY comments. OK?
This space is for the essays only.

"Bad" Deputy ;)

[Eöl]

teehee...I double posted:D Not entirely sure if this is what is expected...Please PM me if it's not.


The Confessions of Turin Turambar
The spring of 485, First Age
Indeed today was indeed a terrible one for the heir of Hurin Thalion! The fool Saeros has fallen to his death, and I am blamed for it. The fool thought to slay me, and lay in wait after out quarrel last night. No harm did I wish to come to him, and even though he was disarmed, I slew him not. Nay, instead I stripped him of all his clothing, and bade him run through the woods like a deer, for so his words turned on him. I pursued him through the woods, until the Deer’s Leap. There, in fright, he leapt, but his footing failed on the far shore. Indeed, even yestereve he said that ‘If the men are thus unkempt, then how must the women be? Do they run naked through the forest like wild deer?’ At this I took up my cup, and cast it at his head, leaving the halls. Thus mine was an appropriate judgment, and not worthy of exile as has been given me. Even Mablung, he who was once my friend, has doubted me. For though he said it not, I could see distrust in his eyes. Thus I am cast into the wild in exile, and tomorrow I head south of the river Teiglin. May Hurin’s heir find better luck there!
The summer of 485, First Age
Whether by fortune or fate, I encountered a band of outlaws this afternoon. Charged with death for intrusion on their territory, I bent to pick a stone and slay any who came near. At that very moment, one of the outlaws let loose a shaft. It passed over my head, but I stood and cast the stone, killing the man. The poor fools! They have accepted me, but perhaps it is best they do not know my true identity. I name myself now Neithan, the Wronged, for so I was in Doriath.
The winter of 581, First Age
This eve Glaurung has fallen at my hand, but the evil tidings outweigh the good ones. Niniel, my fair wife is none other than Nienor, the sister I had not seen. As Glaurung died, his lies were revealed to me. In a flash I saw all that had befallen as it truly was, without the distorted sight of Morgoth Bauglir. Today is the last of my life, for now there are none who will take Turin Turambar, and there are none who would seek companionship with him. I have only one possession left, that is Gurthang, the fell blade carried with me since exile from Doriath. This also I will take with me in death, for nothing of mine should remain with the free peoples of Middle Earth. I say farewell to cares of the world, and cast myself upon my blade. Sweet darkness, take me now…