My autoimmune system is killing me slowly. Please allergies, stop the hate. *pitifuls*
Okay, kids, I am geeking out tonight in honor of The Hobbit casting news
. Now, understand, Little Ms. Tolkien Purist me is already raising an eyebrow at the whole concept of a two-part movie, and Richard Armitage is FAR too young to play Thorin, but I will enjoy the AU fanfic when it comes to the IMAX near me.
I have my two very favorite monsters of Middle Earth tonight.SmaugPainting by The Brothers Hildedrandt
According to the The Encyclopedia of Arda
:Smaug was the last of the great fire-drakes, and said to be the greatest dragon of his time. At some time during the twenty-eighth century of the Third Age, he came to hear of the immense wealth held by the Dwarves of Erebor. Where he came from we do not know for certain, but in the year III 2770 he descended in fire on the Lonely Mountain, destroying the Dwarf-kingdom and the nearby township of Dale.
Gathering together the treasures of the Dwarves, he formed himself an immense bed of gold and jewels and settled within the ruined halls of Erebor. Slowly the years and decades passed, until the people of the Long Lake to the south had almost forgotten the Dragon of Erebor and Smaug imagined himself unassailable.
When I read The Hobbit
as a wee lass, I adored
Smaug. I still do. I was sad about his death (although, to be fair, it was not very nice of him to burn Lake Town like that - temper, temper). He seemed like a smart, wickedly awesome creature, chilling on his pile of gold, and I appreciate that in a monster.
...Something's deeply wrong with me. I know, I know. *snorfles*ShelobPainting by John HoweThere agelong she had dwelt, an evil thing in spider-from, even such as once of old had lived in the Land of the Elves in the West that is now under the Sea, such as Beren fought in the Mountains of Terror in Doriath, and so came to Lúthien upon the green sward amid the hemlocks in the moonlight long ago. How Shelob came there, flying from ruin, no tale tells, for out of the Dark Years few tales have come. But still she was there, who was there before Sauron, and before the first stone of Barad-Dûr; and she served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding over her feasts, weaving webs of shadow; for all living things were her food, and her vomit darkness.
- The Two Towers
According to the LoTR Wiki
:Shelob was one of the countless brood of Ungoliant, an ancient monster in arachnid form, created, possibly, by the perversions of Morgoth. Shelob was the greatest of Ungoliant’s spawn, many times larger than even the largest of Mirkwood’s spiders. Shelob took up residence in the Ephel Duath, near Cirith Ungol in the passes above Minas Morgul. For thousands of years she resided in this mountainous region, making a labyrinth of webs within a network of caves to better entrap her would-be prey.
Shelob was always one of my favorites because she was a she, blatantly, and there weren't a whole lot of female monsters. Weren't/aren't - you know what I mean. She is also scary. Really scary. Like "Viv rarely gets scared, but Shelob is freakin' scary." Plus, she doesn't die. Sam wounds her and she retreats... but I doubt Shelob died at his sword.