I went to [Tolkienâs] public lectures. They were absolutely appalling. In those days a lecturer could be paid for his entire course even if he lost his audience, provided he turned up for the first lecture. I think that Tolkien made quite a cynical effort to get rid of us so he could go home and finish writing Lord of the Rings.
“He gave his lectures in a very, very small room and didnât address us, his audience, at all. In fact he looked the other way, with his face almost squashed up against the blackboard. He spoke in a mutter. His mind was on finishing Lord of the Rings, and he was really musing to himself about the nature of narrative. But I found this so fascinating that I came back week after week, as did one other person. Iâve always wondered what became of him, because he was obviously equally fascinated. And because we stuck there, Tolkien couldnât go away and write Lord of the Rings! He would say the most marvelous things about the way you take a very basic plot and twitch it here and twitch it thereâand it becomes a completely different plot.â
Used for close quarter combat, the inside edge is very sharp, and the laminationâs and temper lines can be seen clearly on the surface of the steel. The grip is made from Elephant Ivory scales.
Apparently it is highly unusual to find one of these daggers with a scabbard, and this one is in good condition; this one features circular patterns matching the decoration on the grips. A split spine to allow the blade to be drawn in and out.
Feeling like the community is moving on without me is the worst feeling. I know I have no right to feel like this because my activity is next to zero these days, but it still hurts. There are so many people I miss talking to.Â
aw hun đ„   I want to say that December was a bit of a lull last year too? It was absolutely a lull for roleplaying. But weâve got BotFA coming out world wide (I havenât seen it yet) and the new year around the corner; at the very least itâll be an excuse to recruit some fresh meat into the fandom.
….to say nothing of the fact that the news has been so unbelievably stressful and gross lately… I know I have trouble escaping into fiction when the real world is pounding on the door like that. đŠ
Sarati was an early writing system developed by Rumil, a Noldorin elf of Valinor. It was actually a source of inspiration for Feanor when he was developing the Tengwar system (which ended up being used much more widely among the elves than Rumilâs Sarati, or even Daeronâs Cirth in Doriath).
Sarati looks, in some ways, similar to Tengwar, with one big exception: in most cases, Sarati was written from top to bottom (whereas Tengwar is always written from left to right.) But thereâs actually a lot more variation among different examples of Sarati than there are with Tengwar. From an external point of view, this might be because Tolkien worked on it off and on for decades, so he kept changing his mind about things. From an internal point of view, though, this could be seen as a result of the fact that Sarati, as the earliest written form of language, simply hadnât really been unified or standardized before it was largely replaced by Tengwar.
As far as examples go: we donât really see Sarati used within Tolkienâs writings about Middle Earth (excepting, of course, when he was actually writing about the development of Sarati.) However, there are some examples of Tolkien using Sarati – most notably, his 1919 diary. The sample below comes from the Amanye Tenceli website.
SOURCES: âThe Sarati of Rumil“ at Amanye Tenceli, as well as a few brief mentions spread throughout the Histories of Middle Earth
Feeling like the community is moving on without me is the worst feeling. I know I have no right to feel like this because my activity is next to zero these days, but it still hurts. There are so many people I miss talking to.Â
aw hun :’(   I want to say that December was a bit of a lull last year too? It was absolutely a lull for roleplaying. But we’ve got BotFA coming out world wide (I haven’t seen it yet) and the new year around the corner; at the very least it’ll be an excuse to recruit some fresh meat into the fandom.
“Oh I can be much, much taller if I want! I used to be the size of a mountain, but my brethren made me shrinkâ for better ease of my management I suppose. Youâre very small.” Melkor tilted his head.
ââm not small! Youâre just all big,â Poppy countered, still staring up at him. âAnâ can you teach me how to be bigger? I wanna have lots anâ lots of cookies, but I canât reach. If I was big like you I could have allllll the cookies!â
Melkor bent down and put a hand to the tiny creature’s shoulder.
“Listen to me little pup: sometimes, if you really, really want something, you must do terrible things to get it. But then it will be yours, and no one will be able to take it back from you.”
The Vala gestured to the highest shelf, and clenched a fist. “The sweets you desire are stored high above you, yes? Why else but to spite you for you diminutive size? In order to get them, you must either make a perilous climb and risk discovery and injury, or else strike a bargain with someone taller to get them for you, and split the profits!"Â