Luthien, sorceress and heir of Doriath.
I just used the line “that’s not an asshole move, it’s a whole asshole ballet” and I’m kinda proud of it so it’s going here where it will get the recognition it deserves.
|| in which somebody might not have thought things through quite as much as he could have. WIP.
“jenny of oldstones” of game of thrones and “edge of night” of lord of the rings are as yet incomparable because we haven’t seen the final episode of GoT yet. we haven’t even seen the big battle at winterfell which is going to be comparable (narrative-wise at least) to the battle of gondor against the nazgul. (i could go into comparisons with the white walkers vs the nazgul, the night king vs sauron, but as i haven’t actually read asoiaf and honestly don’t intend to i don’t think i’m qualified on that account.) but in any case, “edge of night” has lyrics which are juxtaposed between denethor eating and clearly uncaring of his son’s plight and the riders galloping valiantly to their fates, while “jenny of oldstones” is essentially a montage of all the faces of the people who are going to either die or lose their loved ones, peacefully or at least calmly contemplating their coming fates. and this is a contrast that we can look at in and of itself but until we have the entire completed oeuvre that is game of thrones, we can’t say for certain that “and she never wanted to leave” (in the context of jenny dancing with her ghosts) will have the same effect on GoT’s serial narrative as “all shall fade” (in the context of shadow and clouds fading) has on LOTR as a trilogy, and until we see who lives and who dies and what the ultimate outcome of the series is, we cannot properly compare these two sequences. in this essay i will
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god i just lose my mind over sansa sometimes. she was just 11 — isolated in a strange place, neglected by her father and her septa, her precious direwolf unfairly executed, given confusing signals about who she is to marry, then after a failed coup her father lead, despite pleading for his life on her knees in front of the entire court, was witness to his beheading. most 11 year olds are brats under the best of circumstances, let alone under those circumstances. but sansa rises above. she’s a kind little girl that survives constant terror and abuse through her cleverness, perceptiveness, and deep reserve of inner strength and compassion. though she may use another name, she knows deep down know she is, using that name – STARK – like a lodestone in her heart. where no one can see. for a lady’s armor is her courtesy
idk i love the way grmm has flipped the princess under captivity trope. sansa is not a passive subject, she spends her time in kings’ landing calculating risks (who is safe to trust, who is one of cersei’s/varys’/littlefinger’s spies), and creating alibis (constant prayers in the godswood). she muses that love is the best way to a people’s loyalty, and this thought persists despite the ‘wisdom’ of her teachers. when she becomes the lady of winterfell, it’s straight to work preparing for the winter – she’s learned from her unscrupulous mentors about the logistics, but the heart of that is that these are the smallfolk of the north, and they must be fed, they must be clothed, they must be armed for the coming struggle and she will see to it herself. though she has become wary and shrewd, constantly gaging men’s intentions, she has lost none of what made her such a precious character* – her heart. her kindness is now tempered by all that she’s suffered, she wears it like a cloak – not the pain, but the victory. i’ve come this far, she must think. and i have far to go.
*for people like me. i’m a big mushball crybaby and spend 90% of my time on this earth reading, i love to play music, and honestly if i lived in some quasi medieval world i would be all over those awesome dresses. not gonna lie)
remind me again why i decided to get invested in game of thrones when there are fcking ice zombies and zombies are one of my least favorite horror tropes
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