School subjects challenge
Title: Schoolwork - all six prompts
Author: Kortirion
Characters: The Fellowship
Rating: G
Source: LotR
Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed this world and it’s peoples, Kortirion just plays with his artistry.
HISTORY
He knew his history… it was the rest of the Fellowship’s he was uncertain about. He had generations of familial sayings and lore to guide him, but did they? It was a worry. Something he had to bite his lip about, after all… it wasn’t his place to make decisions.
They’d been on the road awhile before Sam finally relaxed… that Strider actually did seem to know the proper way to get things done… and, he realised, as Mr Bilbo often said:
The world is like a book, if you don’t travel, you only get to read the one page.
GEOGRAPHY
Their surroundings now were all so different… Merry was glad he’d had the foresight to ask for a bit of a notebook from Bilbo before they left Rivendell. The old hobbit had been quite excited that the youngster wanted to make notes about the journey.
‘Always keep an eye on the geography, my lad. Draw what you remember at the end of each day. You never know when you’ll have to retrace your steps, and knowing where you’re going is greatly helped by knowing where you’ve been.’
Merry had to think twice about that, but it seemed to make sense….
FOREIGN LANGUAGE
Frodo knew a few words in Elvish that Uncle Bilbo had taught him, but to hear Legolas singing softly to the stars was a revelation. The language, so foreign to his ears, somehow spoke to his heart. He could hear the longing, joy, sadness… and a dozen other emotions he was sure couldn’t be so beautifully expressed in Common Speech.
Sometimes he asked Gandalf to translate for him… but most of the time he lay with his eyes closed pretending to sleep, but all the time letting the language enfold him, driving away the nightmares, soothing him into pleasant dreams.
MATHMATICS
It was Pippin’s turn to make breakfast and he’d come upon a conundrum… after serving the others, that left just the four of them… and seven rashers of bacon. So… one each, and two more he carefully cut lengthways, so each half was fairly divided. That left one rasher which wasn’t an even shape. If he cut it into four… two pieces would be bigger than the two from the other end… And if he cut it longways it would still be uneven…
At which point Pip remembered that subtraction was also a part of Mathematics - so he ate it.
ART
It was an old argument… ‘when does Craft become Art?’ He’d often heard it discussed at his father’s court: can the making of a sword be deemed Art? Can the construction of a meaningful ballad be called craft, or was that a disservice to the bard who composed it? When did a practised craft become an artistic endeavour? By execution, or in the eye of the beholder?
As they crept deeper and deeper into the Halls of Moria, the riddle played more on Legolas’ mind - for truly was this palace of carved stone, even in ruins, a thing of beauty.
SCIENCE
Gimli had listened to lessons on the ways of minerals and crystals; how they grew in the earth, how metals flowed through the ground, how they flowed in the furnace before the smiths took them and beat them into shapes of use and beauty. It was science. There were rules to learn, outcomes when thus was thus… but he’d never imagined such things were possible when it came to training the enormous trees of Lothlorien into dwellings.
The lights? How did they burn? Their draughts of reviving liquid… the grains for their bread? There were sciences here to be learnt!
Author: Kortirion
Characters: The Fellowship
Rating: G
Source: LotR
Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed this world and it’s peoples, Kortirion just plays with his artistry.
HISTORY
He knew his history… it was the rest of the Fellowship’s he was uncertain about. He had generations of familial sayings and lore to guide him, but did they? It was a worry. Something he had to bite his lip about, after all… it wasn’t his place to make decisions.
They’d been on the road awhile before Sam finally relaxed… that Strider actually did seem to know the proper way to get things done… and, he realised, as Mr Bilbo often said:
The world is like a book, if you don’t travel, you only get to read the one page.
GEOGRAPHY
Their surroundings now were all so different… Merry was glad he’d had the foresight to ask for a bit of a notebook from Bilbo before they left Rivendell. The old hobbit had been quite excited that the youngster wanted to make notes about the journey.
‘Always keep an eye on the geography, my lad. Draw what you remember at the end of each day. You never know when you’ll have to retrace your steps, and knowing where you’re going is greatly helped by knowing where you’ve been.’
Merry had to think twice about that, but it seemed to make sense….
FOREIGN LANGUAGE
Frodo knew a few words in Elvish that Uncle Bilbo had taught him, but to hear Legolas singing softly to the stars was a revelation. The language, so foreign to his ears, somehow spoke to his heart. He could hear the longing, joy, sadness… and a dozen other emotions he was sure couldn’t be so beautifully expressed in Common Speech.
Sometimes he asked Gandalf to translate for him… but most of the time he lay with his eyes closed pretending to sleep, but all the time letting the language enfold him, driving away the nightmares, soothing him into pleasant dreams.
MATHMATICS
It was Pippin’s turn to make breakfast and he’d come upon a conundrum… after serving the others, that left just the four of them… and seven rashers of bacon. So… one each, and two more he carefully cut lengthways, so each half was fairly divided. That left one rasher which wasn’t an even shape. If he cut it into four… two pieces would be bigger than the two from the other end… And if he cut it longways it would still be uneven…
At which point Pip remembered that subtraction was also a part of Mathematics - so he ate it.
ART
It was an old argument… ‘when does Craft become Art?’ He’d often heard it discussed at his father’s court: can the making of a sword be deemed Art? Can the construction of a meaningful ballad be called craft, or was that a disservice to the bard who composed it? When did a practised craft become an artistic endeavour? By execution, or in the eye of the beholder?
As they crept deeper and deeper into the Halls of Moria, the riddle played more on Legolas’ mind - for truly was this palace of carved stone, even in ruins, a thing of beauty.
SCIENCE
Gimli had listened to lessons on the ways of minerals and crystals; how they grew in the earth, how metals flowed through the ground, how they flowed in the furnace before the smiths took them and beat them into shapes of use and beauty. It was science. There were rules to learn, outcomes when thus was thus… but he’d never imagined such things were possible when it came to training the enormous trees of Lothlorien into dwellings.
The lights? How did they burn? Their draughts of reviving liquid… the grains for their bread? There were sciences here to be learnt!