Or as Jay would say “small” “news”.
Just found out last night that starting on August 25, 2014 the makers of The Hobbit (“the” “hobbit”) will begin a worldwide contest to find the ultimate Hobbit fans.
CAN YOU SEE HOW CONFLICTED THIS MAKES ME???
1) It is me. It is obviously me. I am one of the truest Tolkien fans I know, and this after four years at Carleton! (Note: I make a lot of bold statements here! I mean them in a very over the top and exaggerated way, a sort of sweeping statement of emotion. There are many different ways in which one can be the truest Tolkien fan!) I mean pretty much every action I’ve taken since I saw The Fellowship eleven years ago can be traced back to Tolkien. I learned German because it was as close as I could get to Old English in high school. I went to Carleton largely because Barrie M. Osborne, the producer of The Lord of the Rings, is an alumn. If I ever get married (unlikely) it will have to be on March 22, 2015, exactly one century after Ronald and Edith tied the knot. I wore the One Ring from our Lord of the Rings Risk game for almost a year! It is me!
2.) It is obviously not me. True, I think the original trilogy-the origogy, if you will- is the best thing that has happened to me, but I can’t say the same for this new trilogy purportedly based on The Hobbit. I will refrain from ranting in case it hurts my chances. Suffice to say I was less than highly highly enthused.
So that’s my problem. I’m definitely a true enough fan, but what if it’s not in the sense they mean? Not to mention those who win will only be “entered to win a once-in-a-lifetime journey to experience the cinematic Middle-earth in New Zealand, and watch the Trilogy’s epic finale, The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, with director Peter Jackson”.
I’m slobbering just typing it. Those crafty devils know how to tempt a person…
Well, until the contest begins and I actually know what it is, I’ll just spend my time learning Elvish, re-watching all the movies, re-reading the books, and maybe actually finishing The Silmarillion. Even for me that book is dryer than butter scraped over too much bread.
This is what I’ve been driven to:
This is all I am anymore:
Ah well, the Shadow is only a passing thing: there is light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.