The first time you enter Tolkien’s Middle-earth by accompanying Frodo and his friends on their hazardous journeys, you are as unfamiliar with the lands of Middle-earth as they are and, hopefully, you get equally astonished. When JRR Tolkien in the 1930s set out as that world’s first intrepid explorer, he too made amazing discoveries all the time, as he explained in a letter twenty years afterwards.
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In JRR Tolkien’s tales, there are a number of badass women. Galadriel is the mightiest person among the Free Peoples of the Third Age, and Éowyn pulls off a stunt that no man could do. And when we go back to the First Age, we encounter the toughest of them all: Lúthien. During her adventures with Beren she enters Sauron’s den of werewolves and then faces down Morgoth himself — the latter a feat that no Noldo prince or Adan warrior was ever able to match.
Here we see Lúthien and Húan go up against the werewolves of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Artist: Randy Vargas. Click on the picture for a larger version.
“And little he knew of the things that ink may do, how it can mark a dead man’s thoughts for the wonder of later years, and tell of happenings that are gone clean away, and be a voice for us out of the dark of time, and save many a fragile thing from the pounding of heavy ages; or carry to us, over the rolling centuries, even a song from lips long dead on forgotten hills.”
— Lord Dunsany
But Arwen went forth from the house, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came.
— From The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen by JRR Tolkien
Artist: Jamshed Jurabaev. Click on picture for a larger version.