Here's the fellowship leaving Rivendell; I hope Frodo is coming with me on holiday, dearest darlingest figment of my imagination that he is.
My mother in the east has NO internet, and things might be too busy to check in at my sister's in the west, so this might be the last you'll hear from me till the second week in July.
I am not exaggerating when I say I will miss this terribly. I am a total addict of the Tolkien threads I visit and now LJ. They help me to thrive.
When I get back, I am hoping to finish the very long overdue Ch. 12 of Threshold, and write a few journal entries about things that have been on my mind, such as, what I think constitutes Frodo's "Elvishness".
Also, I might dare to address what I now perceive to be the downside of depicting the hobbits (or any of the fellowship) as lusty satyrs (the cute sort), happily snogging and boffing their through their "Arcadia" in Middle-earth. In some stories I recently read, they seemed to me more like the satyrs the Greeks had ridiculed, made stupid by their lust. Instead of enjoying their bawdy romps with them, I was a looker-on, made to watch them as they did the dirty. I was transfixed, as I am by anything sexual, of course, and could not look away. But they were made to seem ... bestial ... to me; their tongues lolling and their eyes rolling; perpetually fiddling with themselves or with each other like monkeys in old-style zoo enclosures, bored and frustrated, left to pull their puds before all and sundry as they stop to gawp -- repelled; titillated; amused -- or all of these at once.
Well. I must get some things done.
I will very much miss your conversation.
Until I return, then, be well.