Short end of the stick, so to speak... - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

FingolfintheBold · 09-25-2003, 02:39 PM

Pun righteously intended. My question deals with the dwarves and their dealings with Iluvatar. Obviously Men and Elves had their own personal gifting straight from Eru, almost an offering of love from creator to creation. Did the dwarves, as effectivley illegitimate children, receive a special gift. he let them live, which is always nice, and supposedly gave them a place among his children for The END, but beyond that.

And i dont mean phisical differences from the other children. Men and elves and dwarves are all different, created with different strengths and weaknesses of bodily form. But lets say, If men's gift is to die and leave the world, can anyone put a solid gift on dwarves? I dont really see one. Perhaps that is simply their lot because they werent made by Eru himself, and indeed, have already been shone much grace.

Thoughts?

09-25-2003, 02:39 PM	#1
FingolfintheBold Haunting Spirit Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: Somewhere between knowing my path and walking it Posts: 69	Short end of the stick, so to speak... Pun righteously intended. My question deals with the dwarves and their dealings with Iluvatar. Obviously Men and Elves had their own personal gifting straight from Eru, almost an offering of love from creator to creation. Did the dwarves, as effectivley illegitimate children, receive a special gift. he let them live, which is always nice, and supposedly gave them a place among his children for The END, but beyond that. And i dont mean phisical differences from the other children. Men and elves and dwarves are all different, created with different strengths and weaknesses of bodily form. But lets say, If men's gift is to die and leave the world, can anyone put a solid gift on dwarves? I dont really see one. Perhaps that is simply their lot because they werent made by Eru himself, and indeed, have already been shone much grace. Thoughts? __________________ There long the golden leaves have grown, upon the branching years, while here beyond the sundering seas, now fall the Elven-tears... but if of ships I now would sing, what ship would come to me, what ship would bear me ever back, across so wide a sea?