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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Oct 2008
Location: Lonely Isle
Posts: 706
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When Gandalf spoke about Sauron being able to use Smaug, is it the case that he could, if he was interested, control the latter, or could at least persuade him to do things? You rightly said, Inziladun, that Smaug's behaviour 'would seem to be more autonomous'; but there's also the fact that Morgoth appeared to let Glaurung do his own thing, allowing him to stay in Nargothrond. Was his attack on Brethil, when he was killed by Túrin Turambar, on his own initiative, or due to Morgoth telling him to get a move on? As you said, 'Whether dragons in general were irredeemable, I think, is contingent on the possibility of their ever repenting and making a conscious effort to do good. I think that is highly improbable'. There's not, in my opinion, enough information to say conclusively one way or the other. I'm sure this issue about whether dragons, orcs or other creatures were irredeemable was discussed by elves, men and hobbits. The poem Perry-the-Winkle, said to be written by Sam Gamgee, has a hobbit considering the possibility, at least in comic form, that a troll might choose to be good, as seen in the lament given to the latter: 'I steal no gold, I drink no beer, I eat no kind of meat; but People slam their doors in fear, whenever they hear my feet. O how I wish that they were neat, and my hands were not so rough! Yet my heart is soft, my smile is sweet, and my cooking good enough.' The proof that he is good comes when he feeds and teaches Perry-the-Winkle to become a baker. But even in the context of that poem, it's clear that trolls have a bad reputation, which Bilbo Baggins' account can't have helped: He looked around, and who did he meet but old Mrs. Bunce and all with umbrella and basket walking the street; and he smiled and stopped to call: 'Good morning, ma'am! Good day to you! I hope I find you well?' But she dropped umbrella and basket too, and yelled a frightful yell. Old Pott the Mayor was strolling near; when he heard that awful sound, he turned all purple and pink with fear, and dived down underground. The Lonely Troll was hurt and sad: 'Don't go!' he gently said, but old Mrs. Bunce ran home like mad and hid beneath her bed. The Troll went on to the market-place and peeped above the stalls; the sheep went wild when they saw his face, and the geese flew over the walls. Old Farmer Hogg he spilled his ale, Bill Butcher threw a knife, and Grip his dog, he turned his tail and ran to save his life. In reality, I wonder if a troll in those circumstances might not have ended up dead very quickly, or at serious risk of being so.
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