It always gets me that the name “Gandalf” literally just means “Wand-Elf” or “Stick-Elf”. I’m imagining old Gondorians just being like:
Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.
Guard 1: What weird guy?
Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?
Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?
Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.
Guard 2: Yeah, that’s the Stick Elf.
Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin’ love the Stick Elf.
Librarian: The “Stick Elf”?
Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.
Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.
Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?
Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.
Guard 1: What’d the Stick Elf need a fuckin’ goblin-fuckin’ book for?
Librarian: I didn’t ask. So you just call him “Stick Elf”?
Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.
Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin’ dope pipeweed.
Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.
Librarian: How long has he been coming here?
Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He’s, like, super old.
Guard 1: More like fuckin’ centuries. Dude’s old as balls.
Guard 2: Wait, really?
Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.
Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?
Guard 2: I think he’s just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn’t sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.
Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?
Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!
Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?
Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf’s a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I’m still a little buzzed from it.
Guard 1: What’d I tell ya, fuckin’ dope pipeweed!
Archivist: Also he’s really old.
Guard 1: Old as balls.
Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.
Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.
Guard 1: Ooh, I’ll bet he kicked fuckin’ ass.
Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.
Librarian: And how much of this “fuckin’ dope” pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?
Guard 1: No no, that’s totally plausible. Dude’s got weird elf powers and shit for sure.
Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king’s birthday one year, too.
Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin’ incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin’ 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?
Guard 2: No, I think that’s before I lived in Gondor.
Guard 1: Wait, you’re not from here?
Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn’t smell like horseshit.
Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?
Guard 2: Yeah, they’re my uncles!
Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin’ great æbleskiver!
Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, “Stick Elf” can’t possibly be his real name.
Guard 1: Why not?
Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?
Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!
Archivist: I don’t think a baby could carry that stick.
Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They’re hella strong.
Archivist: It’s not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!
Guard 1: My halberd’s bigger ‘n I am, I can hold it just fine.
Archivist: You’re not a baby.
Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid “stick ELF”?! Presumably they know that their kid’s going to be an elf!
Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn’t think they grew beards.
Guard 1: How’d he get old as balls if he’s not an elf?
Guard 2: His ears aren’t that pointy. Maybe he’s just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?
Guard 1: Did you just say “Numémoriam”?
Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.
Guard 1: You mean the fuckin’ Númenóreans?
Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.
Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don’t live THAT long.
Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin’ stick around.
Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?
Guard 1: That’s an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.
Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him “Stick Elf” would be weird whether or not he’s an elf. In fact, it’s even weirder if he’s not - what human names their kid “elf”?
Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you’re right, he probably does have another name.
Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.
Librarian: He’s been coming here for decades and nobody’s ever asked his real name?
Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he’s Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf’.
Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!
Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?
Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond’s over there. He’s old as balls too, maybe he knows?
Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn’t interru-
Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU’RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT’S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK’S NAME?
Elrond(coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?
Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!
Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir…)
Librarian: He’s got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf’, right?
Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.
Librarian: Oh.
Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.
So, that entity quaintly known as the United States Supreme Court just decreed that the President has monarchic powers and is, in virtually all instances, above the law. That put me in mind of Charles I of England. Charles I was a believer in and sought to practice the divine right of kings. On account of this belief, he attempted to rule without the consent of Parliament. He believed that he was both the fount of English law and as king, he was by nature above its reach. He fought with incessantly Parliament which, among other things, objected to his ruling by decree. Over time, these disputes led to war and Parliamentary forces under Oliver Cromwell ultimately defeated Charles I and relieved him of his head. At roughly the same time as Charles I and just across the Channel, Louis XIV of France took the same position, asserting his divine right, ruling by royal decree and ignoring the parlement in Paris. Louis XIV, defending his right to rule by decree and to stand above all law, famously (if possibly apocryphally) declared “L'État, c'est moi” (I am the state). Louis XIV indeed was the state and lived that way. His successor and also a practitioner of divine right, Louis XV, perhaps sensing what was on the horizon, just as famously said “Après moi, le déluge,” (After me, the deluge). He too, lived to a reasonably old age but he was right about that statement. After him indeed came the deluge. His grandson and successor, Louis XVI, lost his head to the forces of social revolution in France, led by Robespierre and the Jacobins. We can only hope that although the Supreme Religious Council of the Ecclesiastical States of America (formerly known as the Supreme Court) has declared Trump to be l'État, (and you know their ruling was aimed at Trump, not Biden), that a contemporary American analogue to the Jacobins will soon begin rising and that His Imperial Highness, His Holiness, Field Marshall and Duce of the Realm, Donald I, will quickly meet le déluge.
Burning the mammoth flank just a lirtle instead of eating it raw gives grug more calorie to think. Grug thinking about color symbolism in silence of the lambs
Behold, a (hu)man!
The bird that torments Prometheus learned something
It always gets me that the name “Gandalf” literally just means “Wand-Elf” or “Stick-Elf”. I’m imagining old Gondorians just being like:
Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.
Guard 1: What weird guy?
Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?
Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?
Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.
Guard 2: Yeah, that’s the Stick Elf.
Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin’ love the Stick Elf.
Librarian: The “Stick Elf”?
Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.
Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.
Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?
Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.
Guard 1: What’d the Stick Elf need a fuckin’ goblin-fuckin’ book for?
Librarian: I didn’t ask. So you just call him “Stick Elf”?
Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.
Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin’ dope pipeweed.
Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.
Librarian: How long has he been coming here?
Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He’s, like, super old.
Guard 1: More like fuckin’ centuries. Dude’s old as balls.
Guard 2: Wait, really?
Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.
Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?
Guard 2: I think he’s just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn’t sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.
Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?
Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!
Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?
Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf’s a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I’m still a little buzzed from it.
Guard 1: What’d I tell ya, fuckin’ dope pipeweed!
Archivist: Also he’s really old.
Guard 1: Old as balls.
Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.
Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.
Guard 1: Ooh, I’ll bet he kicked fuckin’ ass.
Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.
Librarian: And how much of this “fuckin’ dope” pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?
Guard 1: No no, that’s totally plausible. Dude’s got weird elf powers and shit for sure.
Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king’s birthday one year, too.
Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin’ incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin’ 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?
Guard 2: No, I think that’s before I lived in Gondor.
Guard 1: Wait, you’re not from here?
Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn’t smell like horseshit.
Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?
Guard 2: Yeah, they’re my uncles!
Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin’ great æbleskiver!
Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, “Stick Elf” can’t possibly be his real name.
Guard 1: Why not?
Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?
Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!
Archivist: I don’t think a baby could carry that stick.
Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They’re hella strong.
Archivist: It’s not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!
Guard 1: My halberd’s bigger ‘n I am, I can hold it just fine.
Archivist: You’re not a baby.
Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid “stick ELF”?! Presumably they know that their kid’s going to be an elf!
Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn’t think they grew beards.
Guard 1: How’d he get old as balls if he’s not an elf?
Guard 2: His ears aren’t that pointy. Maybe he’s just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?
Guard 1: Did you just say “Numémoriam”?
Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.
Guard 1: You mean the fuckin’ Númenóreans?
Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.
Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don’t live THAT long.
Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin’ stick around.
Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?
Guard 1: That’s an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.
Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him “Stick Elf” would be weird whether or not he’s an elf. In fact, it’s even weirder if he’s not - what human names their kid “elf”?
Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you’re right, he probably does have another name.
Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.
Librarian: He’s been coming here for decades and nobody’s ever asked his real name?
Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he’s Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf’.
Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!
Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?
Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond’s over there. He’s old as balls too, maybe he knows?
Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn’t interru-
Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU’RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT’S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK’S NAME?
Elrond(coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?
Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!
Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir…)
Librarian: He’s got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf’, right?
Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.
Librarian: Oh.
Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.
So, that entity quaintly known as the United States Supreme Court just decreed that the President has monarchic powers and is, in virtually all instances, above the law. That put me in mind of Charles I of England. Charles I was a believer in and sought to practice the divine right of kings. On account of this belief, he attempted to rule without the consent of Parliament. He believed that he was both the fount of English law and as king, he was by nature above its reach. He fought with incessantly Parliament which, among other things, objected to his ruling by decree. Over time, these disputes led to war and Parliamentary forces under Oliver Cromwell ultimately defeated Charles I and relieved him of his head. At roughly the same time as Charles I and just across the Channel, Louis XIV of France took the same position, asserting his divine right, ruling by royal decree and ignoring the parlement in Paris. Louis XIV, defending his right to rule by decree and to stand above all law, famously (if possibly apocryphally) declared “L'État, c'est moi” (I am the state). Louis XIV indeed was the state and lived that way. His successor and also a practitioner of divine right, Louis XV, perhaps sensing what was on the horizon, just as famously said “Après moi, le déluge,” (After me, the deluge). He too, lived to a reasonably old age but he was right about that statement. After him indeed came the deluge. His grandson and successor, Louis XVI, lost his head to the forces of social revolution in France, led by Robespierre and the Jacobins. We can only hope that although the Supreme Religious Council of the Ecclesiastical States of America (formerly known as the Supreme Court) has declared Trump to be l'État, (and you know their ruling was aimed at Trump, not Biden), that a contemporary American analogue to the Jacobins will soon begin rising and that His Imperial Highness, His Holiness, Field Marshall and Duce of the Realm, Donald I, will quickly meet le déluge.
Burning the mammoth flank just a lirtle instead of eating it raw gives grug more calorie to think. Grug thinking about color symbolism in silence of the lambs
Behold, a (hu)man!
The bird that torments Prometheus learned something
