Merry, did you know that your Barrow-blade,
Would stab the Witch-King of Angmar?
Merry, did you know you and Éowyn,
Would fight on the fields of Pelennor?
Did you know that Saruman
And the trees would fiercely feud?
The Ent-draught you grew to like,
Soon would grow you too!
Merry, did you know…
Merry, did you know that Théoden,
Would dub you an esquire of Rohan,
Merry did you know that Éowyn,
Would give Faramir her hand?
Did you know that your best friends,
Walked where orcs did trod,
And that the gates of Minas Tirith,
Would kiss the face of Grond?
The blade renewed, by Isildur’s heir,
The dead will fight again,
Sméagol will leap, the ring will sink,
Thanks to Frodo and Sam
Merry did you know that Saruman would ruin your Shire?
Merry did you know that stabbing his back would be Wormtongue’s desire?
Did you know that Frodo then Sam would sail to Undying Lands?
And that you would wed Estella, and die a knight of Rohan?
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Many you are aware that Sauron had nine Ringwraiths, or "Nazgûl" in his service, but who were these dark figures? Let's take a look at each one with a 🧵
C.S. Lewis is a master of first paragraphs. Whenever you begin a Lewis book, I recommend taking the time to really analyze the themes and imagery he utilizes here.
Here are some of my favorites:
Out of the Silent Planet:
The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut tree into the middle of the road. A violent yellow sunset was pouring through a rift in the clouds to westward, but straight ahead over the hills the sky was the colour of dark slate. Every tree and blade of grass was dripping, and the road shone like a river. The Pedestrian wasted no time on the landscape but set out at once with the determined stride of a good walker who has lately realized that he will have to walk farther than he intended. That, indeed, was his situation. If he had chosen to look back, which he did not, he could have seen the spire of Much Nadderby, and, seeing it, might have uttered a malediction on the inhospitable little hotel which, though obviously empty, had refused him a bed. The place had changed hands since he last went for a walking tour in these parts. The kindly old landlord on whom he had reckoned had been replaced by someone whom the barmaid referred to as 'the lady,' and the lady was apparently a British innkeeper of that orthodox school who regard guests as a nuisance. His only chance now was Sterk, on the far side of the hills, and a good six miles away. The map marked an inn at Sterk. The Pedestrian was too experienced to build any very sanguine hopes on this, but there seemed nothing else within range.
Perelandra:
As I left the railway station at Worchester and set out on the three-mile walk to Ransom’s cottage, I reflected that no one on that platform could possibly guess the truth about the man I was going to visit. The flat heath which spread out before me (for the village lies all behind and to the north of the station) looked an ordinary heath. The gloomy five-o’clock sky was such as you might see on any autumn afternoon. The few houses and the clumps of red or yellowish trees were in no way remarkable. Who could imagine that a little farther on in that quiet landscape I should meet and shake by the hand a man who had lived and eaten and drunk in a world forty million miles distant from London, who had seen this Earth from where it looks like a mere point of green fire, and who had spoken face to face with a creature whose life began before our own planet was inhabitable?
I recently attempted to describe the realm of faerie as a meeting place of the transcendent and earthly. That isn’t wrong, but, based on my latest reading of Tolkien’s On Fairy-stories, my reasoning was backwards. (2/9)
Faerie doesn’t confront us with its transcendence, but rather with our own. Faerie is the realm of the earthly, which highlights our own spiritual nature necessarily related to the eternal. (3/9)
Too many Christians derive their theology from contemporary Christian songwriters who derive their theology from other contemporary Christian songwriters who also have never read the Bible or studied historical theology.
*Contemplating whether I should leave it at this or unload*
Plot twist: People on Twitter are encouraging me to say controversial things. I never saw that coming.
I’m heading out for a few hours, so my crusade against CCM will be delayed until later tonight.