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mrkinch: Aragorn-as-Widsith (pre-LotR). (G)
SE ÞE FEORRAN GEMAN*
“What name do you bear to us now, Widsith?” He cursed the slowness gripping him, how old he was, standing next to a man he remembered to be stern and lasting as mountains.
“Surely you have heard your people talking,” Widsith – Thorongil, he had been too – said.
Théoden stepped closer, one hand on Herugrim’s hilts.
“I would hear you say it, Widsith.” Again, in the native tongue, Nu ic þin sceal frumcyn witan.*
The dark head bowed, no humility in the gesture.
“I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn of the Dúnedain.”
“And the Heir of Elendil,” Théoden added softly.
“Yes,” Aragorn said.
[* = "He who remembered far back [in time]"
[* = from Beowulf, 251-52. “Now I must know your ancestry.”
[Note: As far as I can tell in TTT, Aragorn is never actually introduced to Théoden. The doorwardens were supposed to introduce him and the others, but they seem not to have done that.
SGA
Fortanzy: intellectual!John (featuring a bit of Jorge Luis Borges). (PG)
A HISTORY OF ETERNITY*
Until Atlantis he’d never really thought about the stars, except to notice they were there. Now he’s spent time with them, almost died among them, and he figures he has to think about them now.
Sheppard’s in his quarters, reading an essay he’d gotten in trade for War and Peace, looping explanations of nominalism, Platonism, Keats’s nightingale, a hypnotic explanation of eternity.
But how the hell did people first think about eternity? That’s what he’s left wondering.
Maybe people way back looked at the night sky, he thinks, and thought for the first time the black space between the lights went on – went on forever.
[* = from the essay of the same name, by Jorge Luis Borges (Eternidad, 1936).
LotR
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mrkinch: Aragorn-as-Widsith (pre-LotR). (G) SE ÞE FEORRAN GEMAN*
“What name do you bear to us now, Widsith?” He cursed the slowness gripping him, how old he was, standing next to a man he remembered to be stern and lasting as mountains.
“Surely you have heard your people talking,” Widsith – Thorongil, he had been too – said.
Théoden stepped closer, one hand on Herugrim’s hilts.
“I would hear you say it, Widsith.” Again, in the native tongue, Nu ic þin sceal frumcyn witan.*
The dark head bowed, no humility in the gesture.
“I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn of the Dúnedain.”
“And the Heir of Elendil,” Théoden added softly.
“Yes,” Aragorn said.
[* = "He who remembered far back [in time]"
[* = from Beowulf, 251-52. “Now I must know your ancestry.”
[Note: As far as I can tell in TTT, Aragorn is never actually introduced to Théoden. The doorwardens were supposed to introduce him and the others, but they seem not to have done that.
SGA
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tanzy: intellectual!John (featuring a bit of Jorge Luis Borges). (PG) A HISTORY OF ETERNITY*
Until Atlantis he’d never really thought about the stars, except to notice they were there. Now he’s spent time with them, almost died among them, and he figures he has to think about them now.
Sheppard’s in his quarters, reading an essay he’d gotten in trade for War and Peace, looping explanations of nominalism, Platonism, Keats’s nightingale, a hypnotic explanation of eternity.
But how the hell did people first think about eternity? That’s what he’s left wondering.
Maybe people way back looked at the night sky, he thinks, and thought for the first time the black space between the lights went on – went on forever.
[* = from the essay of the same name, by Jorge Luis Borges (Eternidad, 1936).
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