WinterSoul
June 20th,2002, 02:36 PM
Here's a little descriptive story i made based on the fact that interviewers of Tolkien found it hard to understand him, for his pipe was always in his mouth.
Here it is. I hope somebody finds it interesting. I thought it turned out well so i'm posting it here.
“A real time imagined tale, of a Tolkien interview and the role of his pipe plus a little touch of mystery.” BY WinterSoul
When I entered his office he was quietly sitting on his desk over a large pile of black inc written papers and was writing something on a separate sheet. Seemed like the language wasn’t English. He immediately looked at me, as I entered and closed the door, in a quiet and polite manner and invited me to take a seat, on a chair, which he slowly moved from the corner of the room In front of his enormous desk. “Have a seat mate!” he said smiling. “Let’s be done with that interview of yours” “Thank you Mr. Tolkien” said I, shaking in my pants. I was so fond of him and was afraid not to make a fool of myself. So it began. I was talking to John Ronald Ruel Tolkien. The author of my favorite book ever “the Lord of the rings”, the last part of which was released few years ago. All was well till, some time after we began the conversation, he took out of his coat a box of something which looked like tobacco, and his famous pipe. He slowly stuffed it and immediately light it, filling the air with a pleasant aroma. I don’t know what others may say but I was a smoker myself and in my point of view that smell was really pleasant. Then the fun part started. {ten minutes later} I had to tell him, for I didn’t understand what he was saying. He wasn’t even bothering to take the pipe out of his mouth. This was troubling me. I swallowed the candy, which I was sucking on, to keep my excitement down and trying to sound as normally as possible said: --“Pls Mr Tolkien would you be kind enough to part with your pipe till the end of the interview?” hoping he realises that I barely get what he’s saying. --“ Part with “Old Toby”, are you out of your mind my lad? That’s the finest weed in the Shire. Old Biblo Baggins delivers it specially to my back porch. I spent a whole fortune to build that time machine, just to blow smoke rings but you know, bad habbits are bad habbits. Just like ents are ents, but have in mind that in the same time there are ents and ents. Mark my words!….” said he. I was startled. This means that Middle-Earth is real. Does it? Was he kidding or something? Looked quite serious! He was talking about my favorite chapter - “treebeard”. Meaning what? My excitement and in the same time confusion was immeasurable and I also was dying to try the famous “old toby” in that moment. if that really was it. So I said: “Oh is that so Mr Tolkien. Can I get some “toby” then? please please please ! I’ve read about it in your books, no wonder they are so real. So Middle-Earth truly exists. Does it?” I asked directly, looking for an answer to the questions in my head. Tolkien nodded with a smile. I still didn’t know was he serious but my persistency to try “toby” remained. Just like a little child was i. --“Sorry lad “good old Toby” is only for V.I.P members. I am John Ronald Ruel Tolkien, that means – ME And in fact son, I don’t think you’ll like it much. It’s quite out of this world!” quietly answered Mr Tolkien even more serious now. “-- But I like your books, sir.” Said I insistently begging. I couldn’t help it. I had to try the grand weed which even Gandalf dearly enjoyed. --“All right you snoopy young fellow. Take a puff from my pipe, but that will be your first and last “real” Middle-Earth experience…. Did Middle Earth Exist or was it all just perfectly created by his genious? Was he kidding me then, trying to show that his works are very important to him? I never found that out. Or maybe I didn’t get his joke if it was one. But one thing was for sure “old Toby” was really great and surely not from our world! THE END
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Here it is. I hope somebody finds it interesting. I thought it turned out well so i'm posting it here.
“A real time imagined tale, of a Tolkien interview and the role of his pipe plus a little touch of mystery.” BY WinterSoul
When I entered his office he was quietly sitting on his desk over a large pile of black inc written papers and was writing something on a separate sheet. Seemed like the language wasn’t English. He immediately looked at me, as I entered and closed the door, in a quiet and polite manner and invited me to take a seat, on a chair, which he slowly moved from the corner of the room In front of his enormous desk. “Have a seat mate!” he said smiling. “Let’s be done with that interview of yours” “Thank you Mr. Tolkien” said I, shaking in my pants. I was so fond of him and was afraid not to make a fool of myself. So it began. I was talking to John Ronald Ruel Tolkien. The author of my favorite book ever “the Lord of the rings”, the last part of which was released few years ago. All was well till, some time after we began the conversation, he took out of his coat a box of something which looked like tobacco, and his famous pipe. He slowly stuffed it and immediately light it, filling the air with a pleasant aroma. I don’t know what others may say but I was a smoker myself and in my point of view that smell was really pleasant. Then the fun part started. {ten minutes later} I had to tell him, for I didn’t understand what he was saying. He wasn’t even bothering to take the pipe out of his mouth. This was troubling me. I swallowed the candy, which I was sucking on, to keep my excitement down and trying to sound as normally as possible said: --“Pls Mr Tolkien would you be kind enough to part with your pipe till the end of the interview?” hoping he realises that I barely get what he’s saying. --“ Part with “Old Toby”, are you out of your mind my lad? That’s the finest weed in the Shire. Old Biblo Baggins delivers it specially to my back porch. I spent a whole fortune to build that time machine, just to blow smoke rings but you know, bad habbits are bad habbits. Just like ents are ents, but have in mind that in the same time there are ents and ents. Mark my words!….” said he. I was startled. This means that Middle-Earth is real. Does it? Was he kidding or something? Looked quite serious! He was talking about my favorite chapter - “treebeard”. Meaning what? My excitement and in the same time confusion was immeasurable and I also was dying to try the famous “old toby” in that moment. if that really was it. So I said: “Oh is that so Mr Tolkien. Can I get some “toby” then? please please please ! I’ve read about it in your books, no wonder they are so real. So Middle-Earth truly exists. Does it?” I asked directly, looking for an answer to the questions in my head. Tolkien nodded with a smile. I still didn’t know was he serious but my persistency to try “toby” remained. Just like a little child was i. --“Sorry lad “good old Toby” is only for V.I.P members. I am John Ronald Ruel Tolkien, that means – ME And in fact son, I don’t think you’ll like it much. It’s quite out of this world!” quietly answered Mr Tolkien even more serious now. “-- But I like your books, sir.” Said I insistently begging. I couldn’t help it. I had to try the grand weed which even Gandalf dearly enjoyed. --“All right you snoopy young fellow. Take a puff from my pipe, but that will be your first and last “real” Middle-Earth experience…. Did Middle Earth Exist or was it all just perfectly created by his genious? Was he kidding me then, trying to show that his works are very important to him? I never found that out. Or maybe I didn’t get his joke if it was one. But one thing was for sure “old Toby” was really great and surely not from our world! THE END
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