þ!

abadpoetwithdreams:

mirrific:

maire-annatari:

eggypeggy:

A feature of English which I think is stupid,

If we’re carrying on with this game,

Is how we abolished the thorn and replaced it,

With two letters that meant the same.

The þ was a letter, amazing, astounding,

Perfect in every respect,

Representing the ‘th’ sound and shortening words,

The one thing it didn’t expect;

One day T and H went and burgled its meaning,

And then, thanks to the printing press,

Its symbol mutated and morphed into Y,

Which is pointless, I must confess.

Þoughtlessly, the þ was forgotten,

Þreatened as the language evolved,

Þankful for þose who knew of old English,

A topic where it was involved.

It only survived in Modern Icelandic,

In English it’s treated with scorn,

And as barely anyone knows it exists,

Please try to remember the thorn.

ð!

Saving the thorn from obscurity
Is surely a laudable aim
But if this letter deserves our praise
The eth should receive the same.

The scribes of the Anglo-Saxons
interchanged the eth and thorn
until the first one fell from use
and the second was left forlorn,

But for the modern Icelander
their roles are more defined
and could improve our English texts
if we were so inclined.

The thorn (Þ, þ) denotes a voiceless dental fricative
as in the English ‘think’ or ‘thresh’ but not the ‘th’ in ‘hither,’
whereas the eth (Ð, ð) is a voiced dental fricative
perfect for ‘this’ and ‘that’ and most especially for ‘thither.’

So I propose ðey boþ be used 
in the Icelandic manner;
ðen students won’t be loaþ to learn
our spelling and our grammar.

To þink we’ve never fixed ðis mess
is really quite astounding.
One letter cluster for two sounds?
Ðat’s damnably confounding!

Þank you for ðis informative post!

Calm down, Feanor

The First Draft of the Noldolantë, by Maglor son of Fëanor

vardasvapors:

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down,
And I’d like to take a minute just to tell you the lore
Of the time I was a prince of the elves of the Noldor.

In the southeast of Valinor, born and raised
With my brothers is where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ carefree
And playing some harp songs down beside the sea

When a coupla guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
They stole three Silmarils and my dad went berserk
He said, “Sons, we’ll hunt that bastard all the way to Middle Earth.”

We swore we would get back our jewels someday
And murder anybody who got in our way
I should have asked exactly what that was worth
But it didn’t occur to me so, yo, off to Middle Earth!

We went to the Teleri to borrow their ships
They said no, so we killed them (Uncle Finarfin was pissed)
If I had to guess it was downhill from there
But we were stuck with that oath that Dad made us swear

We sailed the ships up to Losgar ‘round seven or eight
Yelled back to our cousins “Yo, homes, smell you later!”
I was free now to screw up my life even more
As the unluckiest prince of the elves of the Noldor.

bigmamag:

nihilistic-frustration:

I’m so sorry, but this just looks like a rip from a rap video.

I’m fucking sobbing. Aragorn looks like he’s fighting off a bee before he swoops in to tackle someone. Legolas punching the air like he’s celebrating too early. The dude who’s creeping after Gimli like he’s gonna be an easy target and Gimli charging like a battering ram to crush his kneecaps. Gandalf serenely ignoring all this.