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NF-Lee's 3/4 Frodo sketch

Tolkien's Landscapes 5: 'The Misty Mountains' ~ picture by Tolkien, poem by jan-u-wine.

Posted on 2013.07.20 at 08:50


ambree40 at 2013-07-21 21:17 (UTC) (Link)
How interesting to see you explain why you wrote the poem as you did.

An essentially innocent hobbit in a land capable of innocence, in spite of what others brought to it. That made me think of what Elrond said at the Council: “For nothing is evil in the beginning. Even Sauron was not so".
jan_u_wine at 2013-07-21 22:14 (UTC) (Link)
(*lol, i explained it as much to myself as to you. Sometimes it takes the words of others to make me think why/how i wrote as i did. I only know, when i am writing, what feels right and what doesn't. I don't usually know why*)

It's a humbling and saddening thought: "nothing is evil in the beginning"

You automatically think: "well,, DUH, of course not". And yet, we are so used to the presence of evil that the fact of innocence must be presented to us as if we were kindergärtners.

I had a relative who mistreated me from the time i was a small girl until i was in my mid-teens. A most natural way to feel is to hate that person. But in hatred, we deny many things. We deny that there ever could be a relationship, a good and loving one that would benefit both parties. We deny that the other person could ever change. We lock ourselves with them inside the prison of hate.

If nothing was ever evil to begin with, then we must allow that even evil might return to good. Small chance if you are a Morgoth or a Sauron(for it seems to me that the measure of their evil is akin to how good they were in the beginning: they were certainly LARGE creatures of good, of light, of beauty. And they became just as large in their evil). It seemed, almost, that Gollum might throw off his shackles. Perhaps, for moments, he did. And I imagine that he died being as close to redemption as ever he was able to come, after having possessed (and been possessed) for 500 years.

it continues to resonate with me, this very simple (and yet hideously difficult) idea that we are the captains of our own good, our own evil. At any moment, we can coherrently choose to be one or the other. It is never too late to be good. It is never too late to let the wonderful truth that there was no evil in the beginning take hold of the 'reins' of our life.

nattering again. sorry.
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