The idea of mixing up elves and hobbits was the biggest one for me, when I started to actually think about putting pen to paper and write about my toons. In LotR and The Hobbit, the focus is mostly on Hobbits and Men, and Hobbits and Dwarves, respectively. Of lesser importance are the ancient bonds between the Elves and the Race of Man, and the mild (sometimes not so mild) enmity between the Elves and the Dwarves. Hobbits and Elves are kind of the polar opposites of the spectrum, and I wanted to see what they were like when put together.
The neat thing about hobbits, and about writing from their perspective, is that the whole wide world really is new to them. From a narrative perspective, writing from Brassica’s point of view is cake. Also essential to hobbits, I think, is the same theme that drove both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, which I render as follows: at the end of the day, despite being timid little beasties who need a meal every half-hour, and generally wallowing in determined ignorance about the world at large, hobbits get shit done.
Now, the neat thing about elves (and something I wanted to highlight about Celebarad in particular) is that, well, maybe not all of them know everything. Certainly some of them do, and Beldrieth is probably going to be a good example of that. But something surprised me when I went stumbling along the Volume II Epic, out of Moria into the Golden Wood of Lorien for the first time. They throw an elf NPC at you, and he doesn’t speak the common tongue. Not that he has a lot to say outside of “Please, don’t let these orcs kill me”, but still. Lorien’s an isolated place, and elves are pretty self-absorbed.
I like the idea that a seven-hundred year old elf could be just as sheltered as a just-barely-of-age hobbit. A nourishing little tidbit about the stories of these two characters at large–as we will eventually find out about Celebarad, once he learns enough words in the Common Tongue to explain for himself–both of them went out into the world for pretty much the same reason.
Here’s a handful of other assorted miscellany about the process of putting this piece together!
- I probably know Bullroarer’s Sward as well as anybody by now, and you know what, that damn bluff is too high to be a reasonable distance to fall. But, shhh, it’s okay. Go there! Poke around. I think it’s a neat little spot.
- I love Mustard’s name. If I ever do a character post about Brassica, I’ll explain in greater depth.
- My favourite part of the piece is the thought of hobbits not knowing how to respond to a crisis in any way other than making a lot of food. My family is much the same way.
- Apparently there’s a sandcastle somewhere in the dunes. I didn’t find it.
- The screenshot I took of Brassica running with the goblin after her took many attempts. I’m not too good at screenshottery. Thankfully, the dread that resulted from her eventual death (poor thing’s only level 20) helped set the tone of the screenshot. Which was actually taken in daylight, in game. But it’s shady under those trees.
- That’s right, she’s only 20. So, uh, I don’t know much about being a warden, really. Neither does Brassica, so I suppose we’ll learn together. On deeper thought, it’s a shame the party doesn’t consist of a Guard, a Cappy, and a Hunter, to make up the three elements of the warden class. Or so I speculate, as someone who knows nothing about being a warden.
Thanks to you for reading,